Imply, infer or, What! Me worry? (Letter #043)

Make way for the Purple Toddler!

In which Papa Zesser finds an un-posted letter written back on July 29th, which looks at his daughter’s slow progress towards speaking — and her earlier long road towards walking — and doesn’t much worry about either.

Why not? you might ask. Well, simply put, it’s the other things she does so well, so remarkably well. Read more …

First loss: A friendship cut short (Letter #042)

Loss is loss, no matter how trivial it might seem from outside

In which Baobao made a new friend on Friday and suffered her first taste of grief in very short order.

Balloons have mayfly lifespans, and the thrill of discovering their joys on Friday afternoon turned to tears and heartbreak on Monday morning.

Papa provided as much solace as he could, but was it enough? Read More …

A papa’s delight is a toddler’s terror (Letter #041)

We'd have been *really* scared if we'd seen what was behind us!

Papa learned a valuable parenting lesson this past weekend: It’s really easy to over-estimate your child’s readiness for things.

We took Baobao to the Luskville Falls trail in Gatineau Park on Saturday, where the southern tip of Canadian Shield descends into the Saint Lawrence Lowlands. Our intention: to hike at least part of the Luskville Falls Trail.

In retrospect, a pretty dumb idea even if conditions had been idea. The National Capital Commission rates it as a “Difficult” climb, and we had a toddler in tow.

But it wasn’t the difficulty that made us turn around. Read More …

Monster! Part III (Letter #039)

And hast though slain the Jabberwok? Oh frabjus day! Calloo! Callay!

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy. — Lewis Carroll

In which Carl the Second becomes Carl the Hero! Red more …

Monster! (Letter #037)

Run! Run like you've never run before!

In which Papa Zesser explores a new, and difficult, phase in Baobao’s development — fear!

There was a monster in Baobao’s bedroom!

If any of you have had experience dealing with a small child’s “irrational” fears, please read on and feel free to share your experience!

Meanwhile, whether or not you do, read on (if you dare!)

Duck? A-muck! (Letter #035)

Why a duck? The inexplicability of a toddler's passions.

Introduction to Duck Amuck

In which Papa Zesser reports on two walks to a (semi) local duck pond connected to the Rideau Canal, and their connection to some of Baobao’s books.

Not only does Baobao use some of her books as menus, she also uses them — somehow — to make abstract connections to pictures in her books with elements in the real world.

Case in point: She was thrilled when we told her we would take advantage of the Good Friday holiday, to take her on a family walk to see … ducks! Duck! Duck! Duck!