Rome is a city of piazzas and cobblestones, hills and catacombs, high heels and pick-up soccer games—that is, a walking city. Which is to say, if you’re there with a 3-year-old, you’re fucked. Well, that’s maybe putting it a bit strongly. Sasha has held up pretty well here, considering her jetlag and our erratic use [...]
About nine months ago, Jean, Sasha and I attempted to visit Jean’s family in Taiwan. The trip was an almost unmitigated disaster. The moment we got on the airplane, Sasha was scared out of her not-quite-2-and-a-half-year-old wits. “I scared! I scared! she screamed, trying desperately to climb out of her own seat and into Jean’s [...]
For years now, we’ve talked on this blog about meltdowns and temper tantrums. One of my very first posts, in fact, was about YouTube videos of kids throwing fits. Since then, Sasha has grown into a generally easy 3-year-old—generally easy, that is, except when she’s not. And lately, she’s not more often than ever. These days [...]
Sasha’s “Twinkle Twos” ballet class always starts off the same way: The little girls (and one little) boy gather around the teacher, Miss Marie, who asks them each the Question of the Day. Often, it’s “What’s your favorite color?” (Sasha: “Purple.”) Once, it was “What’s your favorite drink?” (Sasha: “Purple.”) And the other day it [...]
