Sunday, January 27, 2013

Cool food

Toasted sticky rice - tastes better than a bag of chips, but not as cool.
Last week I read an interesting blog post about kids and junk food.  Specifically about how, thanks to marketing, junk food is cool, and healthier foods usually aren't.  And it's true.  Think back to elementary school - the coolest things in kids' lunches were Twinkies and Oreos and Lunchables, right?  And can't you remember a weird kid or two eating homemade date balls, and hard boiled eggs, and carrot sticks out of a sandwich baggie?

Don't laugh too hard... that's my kid.  Or will be, in a few years.

But Stacy at School Bites is on to something.  Junk food is cool, there's no arguing that, but those cool kids I remember from elementary school had more than just Handi-snacks going for them.  Every aspect of kids' lives has a cool factor - clothes, movies, games, activities...  Obviously food, by itself, doesn't make or break a kid.

Those cool, fruit-snack-eating kids I remember from elementary school were probably also wearing cool jeans and playing Playstation while my brother was still taking out our Nintendo cartridges to blow the dust off the inside so they would play right.

So what does that mean for me as a parent?  Well, even though I don't want the kids to be too wrapped up in what "cool kids" do, I don't want them to be outcasts either.  I know coolness is all about self-acceptance and confidence, and those things can't be bought.  But, on the other hand, I have to admit that sometimes a certain outfit or hairstyle makes me stand a little taller, and having something to contribute to conversations about the latest books and movies and t.v. shows makes small talk easier for me.

Knowing that my kids are bringing "uncool" food to school every day might make me willing to go out of my way a little to make sure they have other "cool" stuff, like a particular type of shoes, or a game other kids are talking about, or a book from the book order (Yes, the book order is still awesome.  At least it is in our school.)  I'm normally pretty cheap, so it's not hard for me to say no to things I don't think we need, especially since I want them to choose things based on what they like, not what everyone else says is cool.  But I might choose to go against my nature, just a little, as compensation for all those dorky snacks.

Most importantly, though, I can rest assured knowing that no funny, confident, talented kid is going to be ostracized for lack of a pudding cup. Who knows?  Maybe other kids will want food like theirs.  After all, cool is as cool does.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Lennon's first race

Today we joined in the Lumpini Family Day Fun Run.  This was L's first race.

We were up before the sun to make the 5 am check-in.  L wasn't thrilled.

But we did it!
Miles was a sport!  He had lots of fun today.
This one whined from start to finish to be picked up.   I guess you have to start somewhere.
Worn out!  When it was over, he finally got his wish.

Afterward, I guess we hadn't had enough exercise for one morning, so we took the boys to the park to play soccer.
 Horizontal soccer.  I'm sure it will catch on any day.
 If you're looking for any of us, we'll be in bed watching movies the rest of the day. 

Friday, January 25, 2013

Take four

I have to credit Whim for the genius idea of printing the out-take photos from our attempts to get M's picture taken for his Kindergarten application.

The photographer might not have been having as much fun as we were having.

Sorry for the crummy photo quality - it's a phone picture of a cheap printed photo - but look at this face! 

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

All the questions

As a teacher, I often receive gifts from my students' parents.
I appreciate them, naturally, but the whole thing is a little awkward.

As they are walking up the path to pick up their son or daughter, I can see them holding a gift.  Sometimes it's a wrapped gift, but often it's something like a bag of fruit or a pastry.  Just last week I got a lovely bottle of honey.

This problem of mine, like so many others, stems from the fact that I tend to over-think things. I have seen the gift, but she's still 100 feet away from me.  Now what do I do?  My conversation with myself goes something like this:
Don't look directly at it, jeez, that's rude!  Just look her in the eyes, smile, and look elsewhere.  Good. Ok, looking at students… looking at the clock… looking at the playground… and she's here. Just keep smiling, she said hello, but she hasn't said anything about the gift.  It's probably not even for me, ha! I am so self-centered!  Hugs her son, ruffles his hair, uh-oh, she's turning to me.  If it's for me, should I act surprised?  I hate pretending not to know things!  It's practically lying, ugh!  Ok, here it comes….almost done…. I think this smile shows the proper mixture of gratitude and humility.   Another smile and a wai for good measure.  Smile.  Smile.  And… She's gone! Phew…

Even though this is the most ridiculous thing I have ever typed, judging from every other time I tell people weird things about me, I'm sure I'm not the only one.

Anyway, today my friends over at the Dose of Reality are sharing one of my posts.  And it's kind of the same thing.  I am so thrilled and grateful, but it's awkward… Do I put up a post now, thanking them and welcoming visitors from their blog, since I'm going to busy all evening, even though it's not up yet?   Surely it's best to thank as soon as possible?  A preemptive thanks is better than a late one.  And it's bad manners to leave guests un-greeted!  But then what if they do the post late tonight and this weird post is on my blog for 18 hours, looking ridiculous?  Do I wait until it's up, and then hurry to post right after that, but risk looking like a weird person who was sitting on her computer all night long waiting for someone else to post?  Do I sit regally by and wait, as though being featured on a cool and hilarious blog is no big deal, and then post a calm thank you tomorrow?  So many questions!!

I feel like that weird drawing that you always see circulating the internet with captions like "READ ALL THE BOOKS!" and "EAT ALL THE THINGS!"  Except it's "THINK ALL THE QUESTIONS!"

M drew this last weekend after asking me to show him how to draw teeth.  Doesn't it remind you of that girl somehow?

Monday, January 21, 2013

lowering the bar

This is the scene that brought two screaming mothers racing up the path.

Two boys, alone and obviously in danger, playing perilously along the edge of the pond, mere moments from... what exactly?

(This pond is about 6 inches deep here.  I know because L has fallen in it before*.)

I thought the mothers would laugh and realize their mistake when they saw me sitting on the bench right there, but on the contrary they rushed right over and pulled the boys away from the edge.  "No, no!" they yelled.  "It's dangerous!  You can't play here." And then, looking at me, repeated: "It's dangerous!"

I reassured them that the boys knew what they were doing, and I was right there, but they were not to be deterred.  Their constant refrain? "Something could happen!"

Like my favorite movie heroine, I can never think of the right thing to say at the right moment.  Later that evening, I was still thinking about their words: "Something could happen."  I thought and thought and, hours later, I finally came up with the perfectly-worded response.  "So what?!"

I wish I would have said that at the time. So what!?  Since when is our goal as parents to make sure nothing happens to our kids?  Parents are charging themselves with the task of foreseeing and then eliminating and avoiding every possible injury or negative experience that might happen to their kids.  I want to lower the bar. 

Basically, I want my boys to survive childhood and avoid life-altering injuries if possible.  I don't want them to be paralyzed, lose any limbs, or get any third-degree burns, or gouge out their eyes.  But tumbles and skinned knees and accidental falls into the pond when I'm standing a few feet away?  I'm not going to worry about those.  I don't even want to sweat the possibility of broken arms from falling off the jungle gym or out of a tree.

The thing is, kids learn from those injuries and mishaps.

*The very next time we went to the pond, after L fell in that day, he headed straight for the edge again. "Be careful!" I warned.   "I am be carefuling!" he answered indignantly, as he lowered himself on to his belly and scooted toward the edge.  He hasn't fallen in since.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Life with seizures and a request

Unfortunately for L, part of living with seizures is loss of bladder control.  The seizures are draining on his little body, and sometimes painful for his little muscles, and scary to come out of, but he is so resilient.  None of those things get him down.  Just a few minutes after a seizure, he is back to his happy, smiley self again. What breaks his heart, though, time after time, is when he realizes he has wet himself.

It might seem like a 2-1/2 year old wouldn't care. But he's been potty-trained for well over a year*.  He's no more likely to have an accident than I am, so it takes him by surprise every time.  And since he is so young, it's harder for him, because he doesn't just know as a matter of course that people with seizures lose control of their bladders sometimes, the way an adult would.  We reassure him every time that he's had a seizure and it isn't his fault, but he just doesn't understand.

L's had a few seizures in public, but we've always been there.  I think, sometimes, about him having them at school one day.  Who will help him?  Kids can be accepting and amazing, sometimes, and maybe his class will be.  But it only takes one mean kid to start laughing at L for wetting himself to flip the balance.  I can't stand to think of him being the outcast because of something he can't control.

So, please tell me an inspiring story about how you knew a cool kid with epilepsy or how the prom king had seizures.  Something.  Anything about kids being better than I'm thinking they're going to be toward someone who is a little different. 

*I wish I could take credit for it, but I didn't do a thing.  He has that determination that comes from being a little brother.  He literally trained himself.

 P.S. He didn't have any seizures today.  Just thinking.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Speaking of a child's duty

Even though I can't stand nosy neighbors hinting that my boys should be in school, I really am excited for M to start K4 next year.

I know some moms cry as the big day approaches, and maybe I will, too. But I was overcome with tears of absolute joy when I got the email yesterday announcing Kindergarten registration.

I have dreamed of his first day of school since I first knew I was pregnant. I loved school, especially elementary school, and I couldn't wait for him to be a part of it all.

For a while, I worried that school was going to be a struggle for him. Not the academic side so much, but socially. But he's come so far and we are so proud of him. I can't wait.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

A child's duty

"It's time for you to start school!" she chided. "It's a child's duty to go to school!"

I hate that sing-songy voice people use when they are pretending to talk to your kids, but they are secretly talking to you/judging you.

"You ears are getting icicles, aren't they?  Where's your hat?"
"You sure have your own way of doing things, don't you?"
"You're too old for breastfeeding, aren't you?  Aren't you?  Aren't you?"

I'm not surprised when people say this kind of school stuff to M, since he's four.  Thai children start their first year of Anuban (a 3-year Kindergarten program) at three years old or even before, so to them, M is already years behind schedule.

But she was talking to L.  My 2-1/2 year old.

I weighed my answer options.
A) Quick and easy answer. "The school where I teach starts with what we call 4-year-old Kindergarten.  There is no class for two-year-olds.  He'll start in year and a half."

B) Mean answer.  "Well, some people may be in a hurry to ship their kids off to school at two, but we aren't like that.  Whim loves being home with the boys and will spend his days with them as long as he can."

C) Passive-aggressive but funny answer. "L, Auntie is talking to you.  L!  Sorry, he must not have heard you.  I better go catch him."

D) Most truthful answer.  "I don't think 2-year-olds need school.  And once school starts, that's it, for the next 13 years, 18 years.  Or more.  Why rush it.  Before we know it, we'll turn around and they'll be all grown up, and there's no going back."

I actually didn't choose any of the above.  I decided, rather wisely, to change the subject and asked after her 6-year-old granddaughter, Int.  "Oh, Int's still at school.  She doesn't usually get home until around 6 or 7."  "Too bad," I said.  "That doesn't leave much time to play." "No," her grandma agreed, "and she's up before five.  It's a long day, but... she'll be older soon"

Funny, that was kind of my answer.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013


M just sat with me for over an hour listening to chapter after chapter of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Forty-eight straight pages.

After every chapter or two, I'd ask if he wanted to be done or keep going, and he just kept begging me to keep reading.  We read straight up to bedtime.  Charlie's found the money in the gutter, and M just knows he's going to find a ticket.

L split his lip at the playground yesterday and got his hand trampled by a kid climbing up the slide, and even though he got close, he didn't have a seizure either time.  We can never be sure which events will trigger seizures, but either of those could have done it.

Yes, M still has problems with self-control and can be a little wild.  Yes, L still has seizures.

But we have come a long way.  This time last year, L had been diagnosed a little over a month and was having seizures constantly. We had no idea what to do and hadn't even found a decent doctor.

And as if that wasn't stressful enough, we had to rush M to the emergency room TWICE last January.  We had no choice but to be helicopter parents, because we literally could not let him out of our sight for even a minute.  He had no friends, and even though our family and friends loved him, I felt like we couldn't take the boys anywhere. We were at our wit's end.

I am so grateful for the answers we have found and the changes we've seen in all of our lives.  And if I ever feel down or have a bad day, a quick peek at my facebook feed from this time last year is all it will take to get me back to the right perspective.

Monday, January 14, 2013

I am sick of kids movies

After three weeks of Christmas vacation, I am a little sick of kids' movies.  (Except Totoro.  I will love you forever, Totoro.)  I may or may not have told my son at one point today that what we were looking at was the end of western civilization as we know it.
But Whim is out, the kids are asleep, and I'm going to watch my favorite movie.

It has always been my favorite.  It was my go-to movie in college, when I was bored, or sick, or wanted to fall asleep to something comfortable.  The heroine is "one of the greatest and most complex characters ever written, not that you would know."  But seriously, she is one of the most charming.   And it's the movie from which, to this day, quotes can come tumbling out of my mouth at any time, with no warning. 

You've Got Mail is the i-ching. 
You've Got Mail is the sum of all wisdom.
You've Got Mail is the answer to any question.
What should I get my best friend for her birthday: " books and legal addictive stimulants."
What is the most important relationship advice?  "Never marry a man who lies."
And the answer to my evening entertainment is: You've Got Mail.

But first, for your listicle pleasure: My top ten most useful You've Got Mail quotes.

1. Whenever I am required to talk about coffee (which I don't drink.)
Tall!  Decaf! Cappucino!

2. Any time I have no cash, which is always.
She has no cash?  She has no cash!  Get in another line, lady.

3. Whenever I have to talk about politics.
Is she republican? I ... can't help... myself.

4. Any time someone asks me to spell tweaking. What? It happens. I'm a teacher.

5. Whenever I am in a buffet line.
That caviar is a garnish!

6. Anytime people start talking about how good of a deal they got on something when someone else paid more.  Why do people do that?
The joy of rent control.  Six rooms.  Four fifty a month! 

7.  Whenever people are bumming me out.
This place is a tomb!  I'm going to the nut shop where it's fun.

8.  Whenever I'm rummaging around for something.
Where are my tic-tacs?!

9.  When I finish something.
On to the next!  Taw! Taw!

10. Any time that I say the word report (It's a lot when you're a teacher)
Report - - as in gunshot!

And bonus: my favorite quote of all, which I have never been able to work into any conversation, any time, ever in the last 15 years, much to my dismay: "You know what's always fascinated me about Julius and Ethel Rosenberg is how old they looked when they were really just... our age."

Do you have a movie you can quote from start to finish, or are you a shusher?

Friday, January 11, 2013

Henry Huggins, 2013 remix

Over Christmas break, I read Henry Huggins to M.   Growing up, I dreamed of living on Klickitat street, and even though I always say Calvin O'Keefe was my first literary crush, in reality it was probably Henry Huggins.  Who could resist a boy with most of his adult teeth and hair like a scrubbing brush?  I loved this book as a kid, but reading it as a parent just made me sad.

The pining I felt to be part of that gang as a kid is nothing compared with how much I wish my boys could be now.  Because, even though in 1989 I could appreciate its picture-perfect 50's charm, it wasn't that different from my own life.  I never heard the word playdate until my children were having them.  We had girl scouts/lessons/sports.... but not all going on at once. My siblings and I were blessed with parents that let us breathe - we walked to school alone, played outside until dark with the neighbors, and cruised around the neighborhood on our bikes.  That's not to say that I didn't waste a lot of hours laying around watching Saved By The Bell and America's Funniest Home Videos sometimes, too.  Just that we were free as kids. 

Just imagine if Henry Huggins was set in 2013.

In the opening chapter, Henry is coming home from the Y, where he goes once a week for swimming lessons.  He's waiting at the bus stop, eating an ice cream cone, when he finds the homeless dog and has his first adventure trying to get him home on the bus.

Hmm.. there are some obvious snags to making this story 2013-friendly. Third grader riding city bus alone.  Third grader simply walking out the door after swimming lessons and heading home, without being "picked up" by a designated adult.  Child having only one after school commitment per week.

2013 version: Henry's mom picks him up from school and drives him to the Y.  She walks inside with him and sits on a plastic chair next to the pool for his whole lesson.  She walks out with him afterward.  As they are walking toward the minivan, they see Ribsy sitting in the parking lot and decide to take him home.  Ice cream cone sadly omitted or possibly gluten-free cone?

In the second chapter, Henry buys a pair of guppies with his pocket money while he's at the pet shop buying horsemeat for his dog.  By the time he gets home, there are already a dozen babies.  He goes to the library to get a book on taking care of tropical fish and by the end of the chapter, he has hundreds of fish in dozens of canning jars taking over his bedroom.  He wisely decides to sell them back to the pet store.

2013 snags:  similiar to chapter 1.  Let's get on to the 2013 version:
Henry's mom picks him up from school and stops at the store on the way home to buy dogfood.  They decide to buy some guppies.  Mom googles to find out how to take care of tropical fish.  The guppies start breeding and mom takes over.  She gets stressed by all the fish jars all over the house.  She eventually decides there are too many and makes Henry get rid of them.

In Chapter 3, Henry and his friend Scooter are playing with Scooter's new football and Henry accidentally throws it into a passing car.  Scooter demands repayment, so Henry catches thousands of night crawlers to earn enough money to buy a replacement ball.  Luckily the lost ball is returned just in time by a kind neighbor, and Henry can use the money he has earned to buy his own ball.

Snags: child solves own problem instead of expecting his parents to.
2013 version: Henry and Scooter are having a playdate.  Both moms are present.  Both moms warn boys to stay well away from the road.  Henry makes a terrible throw and somehow manages to throw the ball into a passing car, despite extreme caution on both mothers' parts.  The moms see everything and talk it over.  Scooter's mom buys him a new ball that night.  Henry's mom buys him one, too, for good measure.  That Saturday, the neighbor returns the ball, so now Henry has two.

Chapter 4, Henry is given a part in the school Christmas play, much to his dismay.  Ribsy saves the day by knocking a can of green paint all over him while they are painting the set, so Henry is excused from participating.

Snags: play practice would interfere with the children's regularly scheduled afterschool activities.  Children painting own set. Christmas play inappropriate.

2013 version:  Three weeks before play rehearsals are set to begin, teachers send home permission forms to take part in a Winter Celebrations play.  Henry doesn't want to be in the play, so he never gives the form to his mother.  He isn't in the play at all, but volunteers to be part of the stage crew because he wants to paint the set.  The parents paint the backgrounds while Henry and Scooter sit on the floor and play angry birds.

In Chapter 5, Henry enters Ribsy in a neighborhood dog show.  Ribsy is a mess and Henry sprinkles him with talcum powder to try to cover it up.  He performs terribly, but shockingly wins a small silver cup for the most unusual dog, due to his pink spots.

Snags: Henry's independence, actual awards
2013 version: Henry hears about a dog show and asks his mom to enter him.  She does.  The night before the dog show, she gives Ribsy a bath.  The next day, she drives Henry and Ribsy down to the park.  She registers for them.  Ribsy does terribly, but Henry gets a silver cup anyway, for participating.

Chapter 6:  Ribsy's former owner finds Henry after seeing his picture in the paper for winning the award in the dog show.  They decide to settle the matter by letting Ribsy choose.  Each boy calls to him, and Ribsy goes to Henry in the end.  The neighborhood kids cheer and Henry is the hero.

Snags: see Chap 3, also child reading newpaper
2013 version:  The former owner's dad calls Henry's dad and accuses Henry of stealing his son's dog.  Luckily, Henry's uncle is a lawyer, so Henry's dad scares the other dad into backing down.  Henry posts pictures of Ribsy on facebook and tags the other boy.

The End.

The 2013 lifestyle takes out all the fun and squelches all the adventures.  I don't want that to be true for my kids' lives, too.
I try not to be a helicopter parent.  I'm taking baby steps.

Today we let M rent a bike at the railway park instead of riding on a child's seat on the back of Whim's.  And while he struggled with the monkey bars, I sat nearby and tried to channel Mrs. Huggins.  Granted, she would have been at home canning peaches, but Henry was nine, not four.  And he didn't have a little brother who has seizures.  I'm working on it.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013


L's seizures will never stop being a mystery to me.

Falling off exercise equipment at the park this morning, getting giant goose egg on head and skin ripped off finger = no seizure

Snuggling in bed with brother this evening and getting elbowed = seizure. (Well, it was in the face. Hmm... maybe M got him right on the goose egg?)

Greater amount of pain, shock, upset does not seem to correlate with greater chance of seizure. Other non-seizure inducing surprises include: attack by dog, fall out of bed, cut finger on broken glass.

Can't-believe-it-caused-seizure list includes door slamming, cat looking at, toy taken from hand.

I hate that we can't shake this bad run we've been on. (For my own records/obsessing later, his diet was normal today and he had a nap. He has seemed under the weather the last two days.)

Monday, January 7, 2013

hypothetical question

Hypothetically speaking, if your kid had really good hair, how much would someone have to pay you to cut it off?

Would it make a difference if he really loved it and said he wanted it to be long like Rapunzel?

Still strictly hypothetical - which would be more likely to be seen as a parental stab-in-the-back a few years down the line: cutting his gorgeous hair off, or denying him the fun of starring in a TV commercial because he/you didn't want to cut his hair.

We aren't cutting it.  So tell me the truth, but don't make me feel horrible.

pregnancy fears

When I was pregnant with L, I had a ridiculous fear.

Not a normal ridiculous fear, like when I spent 6 days of my first pregnancy convinced that M would be born deaf.  I actually cried thinking of how he'd never be able to understand his Papa's love of music.   Nevermind the fact that the suspicion came only from my imagination.  It was such a tragic twist of fate.

No, my fear when I was pregnant with L was that he wouldn't be cute.  How horribly shallow.  But M was such an adorable baby...

When L was born, the very first thing the doctor said was, "He looks just like his brother!"  And it was true. 

Newborn M
Newborn L

They've looked so similar from day one.

Brother snuggles
Brother hug/chokehold
Even though they're more than a year and a half apart, people still ask us if they are twins.

So the cuteness fear ended up being unfounded (as well as the deafness one, obviously.)

And I guess because Lennon looked so much like a little M, I expected him to be just like M was.  Same struggles, same victories.  Obviously not.  

Just today I was reminded of one of the differences between our boys. 

M climbed out of his crib as a barely-toddler and never looked back.  The boy who had always been my great little sleeper discovered the fun of climbing out of bed 30 times each night at bedtime.  And coming into our room at 5:00 am each day to let us know that morning came.  (Thank goodness that didn't last long!)

L, as far as I can tell, will be in his crib until Kindergarten.  He has a bed that he likes, but strictly on a non-sleeping basis.  He loves his crib so much it was what he was thankful for on Thanksgiving day.  The side rail stays down so he can get in and out on his own, but he prefers to call us in the morning and have us lift him out, just like when he was a baby.   He still happily takes a long nap every afternoon, just to have the chance to reunite with his beloved crib.

Funny that I spent precious pregnancy energy worrying about him not being as cute as his brother, when I should have been worried that he would be as rascally as him! 

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Back to Bangkok

I hope my perfect vacation didn't disgust everyone. I really try to be real and I just lucked out this week, because our real has been really awesome.

Yesterday we had to cut our trip short, but not before breakfast on the beach and a dip in the pool. Given the awesomeness of the trip, I shouldn't have been surprised that M chose that moment to learn to swim. We've tried to teach him and show him a million times, but he was always resistant. So it fit perfectly with our unplanned theme. Sure, learn to swim! Why not!

And just to show that everything always seems to balance out, I did something to my back to put myself in a lot of pain for the whole 8 hour drive back, and L had a seizure on the ferry.

Oh well. Back to reality. :) At least we saw an elephant on the way home.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Perfectly unplanned

The second day of our no-plan vacation was as refreshing as the first. We spent a lazy morning visiting with our friends in Pattaya, and then hit the road around noon.

Trad is a few hours from Pattaya. We caught a ferry there to Koh Chang and arrived at the resort in the early evening. After a long day on the road, I almost tried to talk Whim into a quiet night in. Good thing I didn't.

We took the boys for an evening swim, and it was like some kind of a fairy tale. Fireworks exploded in the sky above us as we splashed in the warm water. Then we changed into comfy jammies for dinner, where we were in for another surprise: a fire show!

The boys were thrilled and I have to admit it was pretty awesome. Our trip is being cut unexpectedly short, so I am so glad we made the most of every moment!

Thursday, January 3, 2013

New Year Road trip

Whim surprised us after New Year by taking the week off for a road trip.

We took off yesterday morning with no plans, no reservations, and amazingly- no dread.

Normally, I like having plans. But it has been great so far. Usually on the way to our destination, we pass waterfalls and zoos, and butterfly gardens, but we never have time to stop. There is always somewhere to be.

Yesterday we stopped at Khao keow zoo, which is only an hour from Bangkok. I would never do this if we had a plan.

We spent the whole day there, and ended up staying the night in Pattaya with friends. The best part- they're hooking us up with a friend who has a resort in Koh Chang. We're going to the beach!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Happy New Year

He was so afraid of those sparklers!
Happy New Year, everyone.

Report: No seizures yesterday!

Let's hope that's a sign for a great 2013.

No fear!

He was totally zen.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Thai nursery rhymes

"A spider crouches on the ceiling
Cats eat fish
A dog bites your bum!"

Makes me wonder how our own songs and children's rhymes sound to others.

Rockabye baby is pretty weird, when you think about it.