This month includes my post on Bilingual children's books: A cheater's guide. I hope to write a later post about non-cheating ways to get cheap(ish) bilingual children's books, so do let me know of any resources you find particularly helpful! I remembered one more simple English book that can be translated easily enough into another language that I'd intended to include in that post, so I'll mention it here in case you can find it: Home. It was hard to find because it has the most generic name ever.
Besides my dubious advice (hee hee), the bilingual carnival features articles on managing bilingualism with pre-teens, using music to reinforce a minority language, parallel literacy, raising siblings bilingually, working through struggles and discouragement, being a non-native speaker (I've gotta read that one!), and more! So head on over to recognize that we're in this together.
To participate in future bilingual carnivals, get the carnival schedule and sign up for the newsletter at Bilingual for Fun!
I have a giveaway ending today at Hobo Mama Reviews! Go to MamaKnowsBreast.com, tell me a sentence or two about something interesting you read, and be entered to win a copy of a breastfeeding book by the author. So easy, such a reward! Enter by 11:59 PST, or be square. Or something that rhymes.
I'm ready to be done with the sickness around here. Anyone with me?
He's angelic when he's a sleeping sicko and very, very grumpy when awake.
Mikko's been sick (poor guy), so I've been sitting around (watching Olympics, clearly) and listening to him mope and snooze and wake up flailing and cranky and then snooze some more. He seems to have some sort of virus that gives him a low-grade fever, runny nose, and terrible mood.
My lap and my arms have been constantly occupied, so not much else is getting done. At least a friend gave us her old Tivo, so I have lots of TV to keep up with! I think it's always inspiring to watch great athletes while sitting on a couch, snacking on Pirate's Booty. Makes me feel like a hero.
So I'm trying to catch up with several things at once while Mikko naps on my lap. I have both hands to type, but my laptop is rather precariously balanced, so we'll see how far I get.
First of all, a reminder that you can enter to win a copy of Andi Silverman's Mama Knows Breast at Hobo Mama Reviews. If you're just starting out breastfeeding, it will guide you through what to expect. If you're a breastfeeding world champion, win it to give to a friend. I have this idea that every baby gift we give should be something that inspires the recipient toward natural parenting. Good idea? I think so.
You can enter by just telling me something from the MamaKnowsBreast.com blog. Super easy. If you're already reading Andi's blog, just give me a sentence of something you remember, and if it's new to you, take a gander. She's got great breastfeeding news and information there.
You can get bonus entries for following her or me, so if you're already doing that, just leave a comment and you're in it to win it.
Golly, this is uncomfortable. Now I'm kind of tilted to the side, one leg is falling asleep, and my back is angry with me.
Get better soon, Mikko, because (a) I love you and (b) I want my lap back for whole moments at a time.
A word about my submission, the checklist for new parents: I'm so glad the comments were positive, because I was afraid it was coming across as bossy. Well, maybe it was bossy, but everyone can handle a little of that?
A note to Taryn who commented so lengthily (ha! I've gone over the word limit myself so many times!), I have no way to email you from your profile and I wanted to see if you would like to guest post on the subject of preparing for the birth itself. Otherwise, I'll probably just crib your notes. :) I didn't even attempt to include that topic since it's so huge, so I was impressed you fit it all in, despite Blogger's attempts to thwart you.
I need a massage. At least I haven't dropped my computer yet.
You know how I recommended those airport/airplane books at the end of this post on Mikko's current favorite books but I hadn't read them yet? Well, we got them out of the library and — phew! — they're really good. They're fun to read and comprehensive in preparing a little one for an airplane ride, including elements like taking shoes off to go through security, waiting to board, buckling up, using the loud toilet in the lavatory, hearing the wheels kerchunk, seeing the world so tiny below, etc.
Although — I was reading them to Mikko this morning and Sam started whispering to him, "Fight the man, Mikko!" We usually follow more of an unschooling or continuum curve in our approach to situations, but this is one experience where I feel like a lot of preparation is necessary to head off meltdowns and being kicked off planes. Did you hear about Kevin Smith, for instance? Gah. Not that you can prepare for that sort of incident, but my general impression is that flight attendants are getting ever more quick to push the eject button.
So I'm reading these books and really teaching Mikko about how we behave properly in an airport and on the plane, and Sam's trying to undermine my efforts (not really — he was just being a goof, but he had a valid point). What do you think? Is being overtly didactic necessary to prepare a toddler for today's highly charged airplane environment, or should I chill out and let Mikko observe the airplane experience as it comes at him?
Just to be very clear, here are reasons people have been kicked off planes recently:
And a bonus question for the airlines: Are we still paying customers, or are we dependent on your capricious good graces? I somehow thought we were customers.
Leg cramping up. Must shift positions. Should really decrease liquid intake, considering I have no prayer of standing up anytime soon.
Finally, my noodle story.
I like going to this teriyaki place near Mikko's preschool. Sometimes we end up there together, and sometimes I'm alone after having dropped him off. It's a good place to bring him when I need to get him out of the house, because there's cheap and kid-friendly shopping nearby and he'll eat all the broccoli on the plate, a couple pieces of chicken, and some yakisoba noodles and rice. That's seriously a huge meal for him, and it all seems pretty high quality to me.
Granted, he picks out the stupidest bottled drinks from the cooler. His current favorite, chosen after having seen another kid temptingly drinking one near him, is a syrupy-sweet strawberry milk he named "pink drink." He drinks at most a couple sips, and then I'm stuck with it for the rest of the meal. It's like swigging treacle.
So I had this grand scheme for the week, taking him to a different amusement each day to keep him out of Sam's hair while Sam was shrink-wrapping DVDs, but then Mikko fell sick and all our plans devolved into sitting around and wallowing. Yesterday, though, I was beyond stir crazy, so we ventured a modest outing: yakisoba and two short errands.
The lady who runs the teriyaki place is animated and gregarious. She always remembers us, and she chats Mikko up. I like her enthusiasm and cheerfulness.
But...yesterday Mikko was not feeling so hot. He was really zoned and out of it, and he occasionally would cough or sneeze and make me feel like a bad person for having a sicky out to infect the public. He didn't interact with the owner this time, and he ate woodenly (but at least he ate). Until — he choked on a bite of broccoli. It wasn't a big deal, at all. It wasn't a big piece that went down the wrong way; I think in fact it was a tiny floret tip that maybe rattled in his windpipe a little and startled him. He began screaming. And then he asked for what he always asks for when he needs comforting: nummies.
Well, of course. So I picked him up on my lap and he settled in for what I hoped was a quick breastfeed.
I've talked about this before, how I do breastfeed my toddler in public but worry about it nonetheless, but he needed it, on an emotional level, so I wasn't going to refuse. But the restaurant was more crowded than usual. I'd inadvertently stumbled onto the dinner crowd, whereas often there are only a couple tables occupied. I was aware of his breastfeeding, and the sleepy way he was drawing it out. I was aware of a solo woman at the table nearest me asking for a to-go bag and wondering in a paranoid fashion if she was hightailing it because of me. I was aware of Mikko's runny nose and wondering if he was still contagious and if I'd really done an unethical thing by bringing him outside at all.
And then the owner came over, and I hoped — hoped — she just wouldn't say anything. That she wouldn't notice, would pass on by, would get back to work behind the counter.
But of course she noticed, and of course she had to say something. "He's so big!" she exclaimed, laughing loudly. "He's still doing that?" She pointed us out to the woman who was leaving. "I can't get over this!" she yelled to the departing customer. "He's so big!"
Mikko was momentarily distracted, and I detached him and sat him back in his seat, urging him to eat some rice while I surreptitiously did up my bra straps.
I kept my face down and shoveled noodles in and hoped that was the end of it, that we could just finish eating and go home and hide.
But she came back. "Which milk do you like better?" she asked, pointing first to the sugary strawberry monstrosity and then to my chest. "Which milk? This one, right?" she said, gesturing toward the strawberry. She kept smiling broadly and laughing, and I smiled back, weakly but politely.
Mikko looked at her blankly, unsure what she wanted of him. He pushed his plate away and bravely attempted a response. "This one," he parroted, without pointing.
Silly woman, as if anyone could prefer that nasty "pink drink" to subtly sweet breastmilk. As if any toddler, when gagging and sick and sad and overwhelmed, would prefer a cold bottle from the refrigerated case over snuggling with his mama.
And, keep in mind, this is the same person who mocked Mikko for choosing pink milk the first time he did it, telling him a boy should want the brown chocolate milk instead. As if she can impart gender shame to a 2-yesr-old! She didn't succeed, and that incident just kind of rolled off my back as a funny anecdote I'd Tweet about later. But the making fun of my (full-term) (extended) breastfeeding (a toddler)? (Dang it, people, I need a term to talk about this!) There she hit a nerve.
I just wanted to leave. I know she didn't outright chastise me or kick me out of her restaurant or anything horrible, but I'm so embarrassed now to go back there. What would you do? What should I have done at the time? I'd love your opinions to inform my hindsight. Sigh.
Sam brought food home. Going to try to eat some General Chicken without spilling it all down Mikko. Wish me luck, and thanks for listening to my post from the sickbed!
Strawberry milk photo courtesy aschaeffer on stock.xchng. I could unfortunately not find something to convey the full horror of our drink.
See, it's hard to find German-English books on the cheap when you live in the US (or, I imagine, other non-German-speaking countries), and the library has only a small selection available in each age range. If the minority language in your house is, say, Spanish when you live in the US or French when you live in Canada, it will likely be easy to round up quite a few options for bilingual reading time. But if you're stuck with a less trendy second language for your region — and you don't have unlimited book-buying funds — you have to make do.
The way I've done it with my baby and now toddler is by finding English books that are simple enough for me, a non-native German speaker, to translate into German on the fly. He doesn't know that I'm not reading what's on the page, and I have a fun way to insert the minority language into our reading time.
Now, sure, this technique works only on beginners in the target language, and it doesn't reinforce visual reading skills. Plus, it's fun to read actual German children's books to Mikko. So I'm compiling tips for a future post about how you can gather some bilingual books on a budget.
But for now, I thought I'd do a little round-up of books that meet my criteria for switcheroo bilingual reading:
They should be readily available to you in a typical English-speaking country, at the bookstore as well as at the library. They might be on your very own bookshelf at this moment!
They should be entertaining to your young'un (baby to preschool age, or theoretically a beginning learner who's older).
And they should be uncomplicated enough in grammar and vocabulary that even we non-native speakers can translate as we go.
If you aren't strong in the minority language, you can review the books beforehand and visit an online bilingual dictionary. If you wanted, you could even scribble your translations into the margins, or cover up the English words entirely with your own labels.
These tips can also work for parents using baby sign language with their infants or toddlers (or using American Sign Language as a minority language), because it's equally hard to find sign-language storybooks for kids. I've seen a few out there, but it's not something you come across at every corner. These books below are simple enough for even novice signers (like me!) to throw in what they know, same as non-native bilingual speakers (like me!).
Ready?
I mentioned this one in my other article, but it bears repeating. I Love You Through And Through, by Bernadette Rosetti-Shustak, is a simple board book with charming illustrations by Caroline Jayne Church and a lovely message: that you love every side of your child: silly side, mad side, top side, bottom side, giggles and cries, hair and toes. That should give you an idea of the kind of vocabulary you need at your disposal to render the words into your target language. Getting the grammar to scan in your language might require a little maneuvering, but since each page has only a few words, it's easy enough to work around.
Sarah from Alphabet Garten was kind enough to send me (and other lucky duckies) this version of Hänsel & Gretel (yes, in actual German) from her online German children's bookshop as a limited-time incentive for signing up for the Alphabet Garten forums. A belated thank-you to Sarah! Mikko loves it, because it's got flaps! Flaps galore, on every page. Little hidden creatures and secrets that send him on a treasure hunt every time we read. You might not luck into free flap books in your target language, but it got me thinking about other action-type books we have on hand that could easily be translated. Toddlers and preschoolers love lifting flaps, sliding tabs, being surprised by pop-ups, or touching textures. Fortunately, these types of books are not only popular, they're often sparsely worded. Perfect for our purposes! A few we have in current rotation include Dear Zoo: A Lift-the-Flap Book, by Rod Campbell (good animal vocabulary); Touch and Feel: Farm (or other Touch and Feel books in the series; same with the animal vocab); Where's Spot? by Eric Hill (ok, we actually have this one in German! But since the German version is easy, I imagine the English version is simple as well. It also has animal vocabulary, but combines it with locations and prepositions, such as "under the rug" or "behind the door"); Where Is Baby's Belly Button? by Karen Katz (body parts, prepositions, and household terms; e.g., "Where is baby's mouth? Behind the cup!")
An innovative type of activity book I came across at the consignment shop was the books Dress Little Bunny and Play with Little Bunny, by Harriet Ziefert. (Used copies are up at Amazon for the astonishing deal of one cent (plus shipping), so you really can't go wrong.) They are listed as "sticker books," but they're actually board books with static-cling vinyl film stickers, so they're all reusable (and rechargeable, by rubbing them against your clothing!). The pages show little bunny getting ready for some adventure and needing certain articles of clothing to complete her outfit, such as an umbrella and boots to walk in the rain. It gives practice with clothing vocabulary as well as coordination and logic practice for little ones.
There's a lot in the way of animal vocabulary at our house, but Mikko seems to love it. Another is a very cute children's book without much in the way of dialogue: Good Night, Gorilla, by Peggy Rathmann. All you need to know is how to say "good night" and then the names of an assortment of zoo animals. (If you're not a native speaker, you might need help with the likes of hyena and armadillo.) In English or in your target language, however, there's plenty more scope for conversation. Little eyes love to pick out the details on each page, like the mouse with a banana who follows the crafty gorilla, and you can describe the action taking place in the pictures.
Mikko reading Blue Hat, Green Hat to himself at 15 weeks old. The kid's a genius. Or propped up by his blubber. One or the other.
funny and easy book of hers to translate. Some of her other books have complex rhymes, but this one is just a series of colors paired with clothing (e.g., "blue pants, red pants, yellow pants," followed on each page by "Oops" when the silly turkey gets the basic art of dressing oneself wrong). You might have to research how to say "oops" in your target language (I went with "Ups!" to make things easy on me), but this is good practice for colors, clothes, and learning how to correctly pair adjectives with nouns. In German, as in many languages, the gender of the noun determines how the adjective ending is formed, so it's good reinforcement for both Mikko and me alike. Mikko likes to direct the action when reading this book by pointing to each picture in turn. I have to stay on my toes to say the correct word pairing for whichever one he points to next! You can also expand the conversation to include the animal vocabulary: elephant, moose, bear, and turkey, as well as the swimming situation that comes as a surprise at the end. (Oh, no, I just ruined it! Oops!)
I've loved Big Dog...Little Dog, by P.D. Eastman, since I was a little puppy myself. I must admit, though, I cheat more with this one when I'm reading it in German. It works out, though, since Mikko's still very impatient with flipping pages, so I have to scale back the text in any case to match his pace. What's nice about Big Dog...Little Dog, as you might be able to guess from the title, is that it gives you lots of opportunity to practice opposites: big and little, fast and slow, red and green, wet and dry. Plus, who doesn't love a good story of opposites who make good friends?
If you know a lot of food vocabulary, try The Very Hungry Caterpillar, by Eric Carle. If you don't mind more farmyard vocab, Family Farm (Ana's Animals), by Ana Larrañaga, has super-cute drawings and is currently up for grabs at 10 cents for a used copy at Amazon! And if you want to cover emotions, try a book like Baby Faces, a varied series of close-up expressions by Margaret Miller.
If your minority language is uncommon in your country and you've been able to find any books at all in that language at the local bookstore, I'm going to take a wild guess and say — you have some picture dictionaries! That's all I can reliably find in German at bookstores locally. They're fine and all, but sometimes you want a storybook, don't you? Sigh. Still, might as well make use of them! For our purposes, they can be in English or your target language. A few English-language ones that have worked well for us are My First Look at Numbers and other similar books (numbers, sizes, shapes, colors, etc.); First 100 Words, by Roger Priddy; and Richard Scarry's Best Word Book Ever, which includes lots of traffic-related vocabulary and which I reviewed in my post on "Reading snazzy jazzy books to baby." I had this insight to say about picture dictionaries and word books such as these:
I have mixed feelings toward word books, without story to connect the vocabulary. I say mixed, because before having an actual child with whom to interact with them, I used to find them quite boring as a reader, but now I see how much delight Mikko takes in them. In fact, his favorite book for some time was First 100 Words, presumably because he could sign almost every one of those words. It was such a treat for him to point to a picture of say, a monkey, then sign it (scratch your armpits) and make an "eee, eee, eee" sound (that's what a monkey sounds like, natch), then wait for me to repeat it back to him and say "monkey" out loud several times to show I understood. ... Mikko goes ga-ga over the pages with trains, a recent obsession. He'll start saying "choo choo" and making the train sign (rubbing two fingers from each hand together) while I feverishly and obediently flip pages. Once I find the right one: "Train! Choo choo!" His joy is worth every hour spent poring over word books.
So there you have it. Despite all my sighing over picture dictionaries, they might just be the gateway to bilingual heaven for your baby.
An easy book to make with materials on hand is a photo book of relatives. I've made a few of these for Mikko, using extra brag-book type photo albums I had around the house and prints I ordered online for the purpose. Since we live an extended distance away from our appropriately termed extended family, I wanted to make sure Mikko had a ready set of reminders of faces and names. This is super easy to translate, because all you have to know is the vocabulary of familial relations, such as grandmother, uncle, and cousin.
Another good topic for a homemade photo flip book is daily activities, showing your child going through the routine tasks of the day. You might make a special effort to photograph each step, such as getting dressed, brushing teeth, going to a playdate, eating lunch, etc., and then placing the prints in order, or maybe arranged by days. That would be a good way to go over daily vocabulary in your target language (or, again, in baby sign language) and also emphasize your routines, which many young kids find comforting.
I hope that helps give you some ideas for easy, cheat-cheat-never-beat bilingual reading. Look around your shelves or your library for other simple books that will work in the same way, and let me know if you come across other good options!
Lauren Wayne, writer and mother. Riding the rails with my husband, Crackerdog Sam, and my hobo baby, Mikko Lint Picker, and our trampin’ kitty, Mrs. Pim. Trying every day to parent intentionally and with grace.
Baby Slings
-
There's a great piece in the New York Times today about the growing popularity of baby slings. Parents are reportedly ditching their strollers and taking to ...
rhythm and song
-
my current color inspiration ~ a surprise for a greens and blues girl.
One moment, one day, into the next. I'm wondering if any of my thoughts
will ever ...
So You're Off to the Hospital?
-
Packing, especially packing light, is not my strong point. I often get
over-excited, forget important stuff and pack completely absurd things. I
lived up t...
view on gay marriage
-
Some have wondered how in the heck I can support gay marriage, when I was
once married to Ray. They ask, "How can you be okay with his lifestyle?".
Well, d...
Love – The Secret Ingredient For Healthy Self-Esteem
-
I grew up in a home where love was shown through food. Baked goods to be
exact. Luckily I got off easy. With the exception of my 14th year when I
attempted...
offerings
-
prayer to me is an offering. or is followed by an offering. like a gift to
the gods. sometimes when you do not know which way to turn your focus. when
you ...
Watch out, patio, here I come!
-
Okay, so I'm sure a lot of you have noticed my recent threats to give my
patio garden another go this year.
Sigh.
Why on earth did I share this? Because n...
City of Rocks Stole My Heart
-
Okay, City of Rocks wasn’t quite the spot that takes my breath away and
although I’m told it’s the place for star-gazing it was too cloudy to see
the most ...
Help!
-
Here's one from the 2008 archives. Madeline was 3 at the time and Rae was
still a baby. Reading it made me chuckle because although I still
sometimes...
....
Shabby Apple San Gabriel GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!
-
Shabby Apple's new Baja line is now out! To celebrate Shabby Apple is
hosting a giveaway of my favorite dress from their new line, San Gabriel!
(pictured t...
Thoughts on Childbirth
-
I am sitting on front of "One Born Every Minute", a documentary series on
childbirth. It's the first time I have seen it and I quite literally cannot
watch...
How to UP/UC: Birth Plans
-
At around the middle of your pregnancy, those weekly emails you signed up
for eventually start saying, "Your baby is the size of a fruitcake now! Time
to w...
Relationships: Love on the Front Burner
-
Whenever I start dating someone new, I just can’t hold back. No matter how
often my girlfriends warn me, “Take it slow, let him win you over, don’t
give it...
Bloggers are Real People
-
It’s Thursday and I’m Crafting my Life! March’s theme is blogging. Last week
I talked about blogging your dreams. This week, I’m talking about the
literal ...
Hank D and the Bee: Monsanto Sending Bees to Jail
-
Millions Against Monsanto Campaign Say No to GMOs! Follow Joe’s cartoonery
at JoeMohrToons.com and on Twitter at @GreenCartoons. Related Posts: Hank D
and ...
My parallel mother
-
(Trigger warning for description of induced childbirth.)
She comes from a parallel world. She is my mother. A caring mother, a mother
who did not reject...
Adoption Help, Advice, Information, WHATEVER
-
I'm not sure how long I've been reading Kim at Laments & Observations, but I
remember when she posted that her stepdad-in-law had given them $10,000 for
a ...
Lucky Charms
-
Friendship is something that should be cherished and making something
special for a friend is a great way to show friends how much they mean to
you. Shrink...
Muscle: Studentum burntoutus profundus
-
Origin: proximal massage education facility.
Insertion: inferior surface of bedding covers.
Actions: tearing of the hair, mastication of the jaw, and sys...
Children deserve so much better than mothers...
-
My daughter was hours old when I got my first "you're an unfit mother"
comment from some beeyotch in hospital scrubs. It was the nurse who
kept abducting m...
Closet purge
-
See these hangers? Look how lonely they are!
They all came from my closet. They used to hold these clothes:
Losing weight is great, but as I've been shri...
it sneaks up on you, it does.
-
[image: innocence.]
I was driving to the park today for a picnic dinner with friends and this
feeling washed over me-
the way the sun hit the road and eve...
When you're alone, alone in the world
-
A few minutes ago, Suzi was prancing wildly around the living room on her
horse on a stick. Jordan and I were unfortunately forced to take the horse
away a...
How is EC different?
-
I once heard a story about a mom sitting in a parent support group with her
young baby. The baby began to fuss and fussed for about ten minutes, while
the ...
Water, Weather and Technology
-
Good morning from the Albatross! It has now been a week and a half and I
wanted to update you on some of the practical details of our camping
adventure....
Anti-princess heroines from my youth
-
After posting about Disney princesses yesterday, I was chatting with Rebecca
from A Little Bit of Momsense and she pointed out that she was She-Ra for
Hall...
How it's going with Curves? (Update 1)
-
I've been working out at Curves twice a week since the beginning of
February. So it's been a month -- how's it going? I'll post monthly to let
you know and...
Goodbye from a blogging colleague and friend
-
When I started this blog in 2006, one of the first things I did was to try to identify 'colleagues.' I felt a little alone and unsure of what I was doing, an...
Happy Black Girl Day!
-
I'm pleased to present a post today in honor of the Happy Black Girl Day 2:
Happier and Blacker. HBGD was created by Sista Toldja of The Beautiful
Struggle...
Eighteen months of Monkey
-
Monkey is 18 months old (and two days). A year and a half. And he is one
amazing little dude, if I do say so myself.
Unlike his brother at this age, he is ...
CPSC Warning on Baby Slings
-
After a millenia or so of babywearing, 7 deaths have prompted the Consumer
Products Safety Commission to issue a report warning about the use of baby
sling...
My Mom’s Memorial Service
-
My mom’s (Linda- “Linnie”) memorial service was held on Saturday. The day
was sunny, cool, and a bit breezy. It was the kind of day my mom would have
lov...
way cool stuff
-
I get so jazzed when I pick up something new! Via Facebook I came across
this post on how to check cervical dilation without an internal exam. Some
of the ...
-
This is the poochie-poo that we have to find a new home for. This is the
poochie-poo that we have known for what, three weeks? a month? that we have
to fi...
HTML signatures in Gmail: An easy how-to
-
I've been wanting an *HTML signature in rich text for my Gmail account* for
when I send business emails, so I can promote my websites, Twitter account,
and...
NYT: Res Midwives a Model for U.S. Health Debate
-
In today’s New York Times, Section A, a story about a tiny, impoverished
Navajo hospital in Tuba City, AZ, doing birth better than anyone: “this
small hosp...
47,000 words
-
Although the tagline to this blog talks about writing, I haven't actually
blogged that much about the book I've been working on seemingly forever.
Recently...
Six Going on Sixteen
-
Sometimes I feel so filled with impatience. With irritation. With
resistance.
Sometimes I can find a way to accept those feelings and I soften.
Sometime...
PROGRESS UPDATE: English catastrophe!
-
Since I've taken the decision to talk in English with Schmoo, there's been
an unforeseen consequence for Pan-Pan, who has also decided he only wants to
tal...
20/20: Stupid in America
-
Share and Enjoy: Tags: free thought, homeschoolers, learning, learning
without school, limits and rules, natural desire, preconceived notions,
public schoo...
Nursing Our Future
-
Nursing Our Future
A huge thanks to my dear friend Emily for passing this video along to me.
For all nursing moms, okay, all women, okay, all PEOPLE...this...
Ninth Carnival of Feminist Parenting
-
Welcome to the ninth edition of the Carnival of Feminist Parenting. Happy
Valentine’s Day to all of you who are celebrating it today! I’ve come to the
real...
WFMW- How I made Housework more FUN!
-
I don't like to clean. I don't like to fold laundry. If I had my way, I
would leave dirty pots soaking in the sink til I needed to cook in them
again. I wo...
Tenterhooks
-
In my next life, I would like to be blessed with patience. Because, really,
in this life, I have many blessings, but patience is simply not one of them.
Th...
Free Range vs Heliocopter
-
I must admit my benign neglect of my children. I let my almost two year old
and my three and a half year old play outside alone. I let them play in the
b...
Fine Art Friday - Field Trip
-
Inspired By The Real Thing
I packed up my monster yesterday and we went into the city and to the
Seattle Art Museum. I've taken him to galleries and to ki...
Wagon for Two Giveaway
-
[image: Todays Giveaway is a Step2 Company Wagon for Two, value $70]*
Frugal-Freebies.com* is having a great toy giveaway sponsored by *All
Children’s Furni...
a good webiste:www.electrondiscountshop.com/
-
Dear friend:
how are you doing Recently?i prefer to introduce a good company who trades
mainly in electornic products. such as laptops,motorcycles, digital...
Welcome, Carnival of Breastfeeding readers!
-
* This month's carnival theme is “Prepared For Life." I wasn't sure
what that meant exactly, so I searched the recesses of my ever-lactating
brain an...
Rescued manatee gives birth - Tampabay.com
-
Tampa TribuneRescued manatee gives birthTampabay.com, FLAn injured manatee
rescued a week ago by the Florida Fish and Wildlife Research Institute gave
birt...
Scarlett O'help me
-
So I told myself I wouldn't do this. I have felt the draw of "Scarlett
O'hara" stuff. It's not what I wanted for you. It is cheesy and kind of
white trash ...