Daddy promises to pick up after himself, and Kina swears she will put her own stuff away
You know it’s serious when she adds the thumb to the pinky swear. (In this case, I swore to put things away after I use them, and to push in my chair promptly, because it stresses her out to see it crooked, and it’s my job to fix it, not hers.)
I’m no child psychologist, but I’m gonna go ahead and chalk this up as a win
Ideally, she would say something in a non-yelling way, and then we would be able to talk about why it is that my asking if she’s ready for her toothbrush sends her into a whirling rage, but we take it one day at a time here.
Parents gently urged to recognize Kina’s innate responsibility for getting ready
I came to the realization today that telling Kina constantly what time it is, in order to help her get ready for school independently, is at odds with the entire notion of independence, and that Kina is basically begging us to let her be responsible. File under: “Unsure who’s growing up here.”
Kina acknowledges that Daddy was somewhat less than mortifying at Friday’s sleepover, which entitles him to be turned into a couch cocoon and arm massage
I really tried hard last night not to ask any questions or tell lame jokes. It took almost all my effort, but I got an eye mask and blankets and a selection of cookies today, and now I know what it’s worth.
Nearly-empty theater filled with Kina’s guffaws and commentary; a must-see movie for Pinoys (and others)
I cannot stress enough how fun and well-made Forgotten Island is. As a story about friendship and coming-of-age, it’s a good baseline, but the way it tells a story about Filipino people and culture is really unparalleled and nuanced and funny. Highly recommended whether or not there is a Nor’easter blowing through your town.
