DADWAGON

I’ll tell you what juzgado means: it means judged. And that’s sorta how I’m feeling (yes, I know how much the condition of the delicate flower of my heart means to all of you) after reading Christopher’s post yesterday on the pretension of  those who seek Spanish-speaking babysitters.
Christopher didn’t aim it at us per se, but we [...]

Look, I understand white liberal guilt. You want to be an enlightened Eat Pray Love multicultural creature, but you lead an unadventurous life—work, home, Thai takeout, sleep—and it means you mostly deal with people roughly like yourself. You would like your children to do better, to be citizens of the world, able to leap the [...]

Sasha has entered that wonderful phase where she’s learning new words at an impressive rate. Over the weekend, she started saying “Please!” and accompanying the word with the ASL sign as well. She knows where her head, eyes, nose, mouth, feet and belly are—in both English and Chinese. She can tell apples from oranges, most [...]

Last week, Sasha, now all of 15.5 months old, did something new: She signed. Now, she’d signed before—an occasional grasping hand for milk, fluttering both hands for “all done”—but this time she paired the sign, touching the tips of her fingers together on each hand, with a spoken word: “More.” And she did it again [...]