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!)
Cancel Seuss’ Turtle!
In which Papa Zesser considers his daughter’s reaction to Dr. Suess’s supposed classic, Yertle the Turtle, that book’s relationship to the Passion of the Christ, and wonders how he could have gone so wrong.
Cancel Dr. Seuss? Hell yes!
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!
Introduction to Mama’s little helper
In which Papa Zesser recounts Mama Raven’s report of events which transpired while Papa was out returning Friday’s rental car, and dealing with a road closure that forced him to return the vehicle to a far-distant location.
Which irritated him.
Although, he was given a ride back to his neighbourhood, by a well-masked driver, so it wasn’t really a big deal, but Papa hadn’t had any coffee yet and so it felt like a big deal and he had a hard time keeping his temper at the service desk but he did manage to smile beneath his own mask so really everything worked out okay presuming that he doesn’t come down with Covid-19 despite the masks.
But Papa digresses. Take it away Mama!
Introduction to The soggy, soggy grass of spring
In which Papa Zesser is reminded by a frustrated Mama Raven of the primary purpose of this blog: To serve as a record for my daughter, of my daughter’s first years on planet Earth. To capture her milestones and setbacks, her triumphs and tribulations (if any).
In other words, to provide for her a little light on those years that none of us are lucky enough to remember come that years we might want to.
Well actually, the reminder is the proximate cause of this new Letter to My Daughter, but not what it’s about.
For that, you’ll need to read more.
No means no!
I’m sure most of us have unpleasant (or worse) memories of aunts or uncles who insisted on smothering us with unwelcome hugs and kisses when we were small. And too many of us had parents who insisted that we not “be mean” to that relative.
Recently, Baobao has been, playfully, saying No! to me. What’s a Papa to do?
In which Papa Zesser looks back — has it only been 36 hours?!? — on a moment of loving kindness from his 17 month-old daughter.
Do toddler’s have empathy?
In which Papa Zesser looks back with pleasure and relief two whole days later, when Baobao decided that – yes! – she would have a second helping, please! (And a third, and … well, find out for yourself!
In which Papa Zesser looks with wonder on his ever-changing daughter, two days after she passed her 17 month anniversary.
And also, contemplates with some discomfort, the new presence of advertising on this website.
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As a bad year for most of us in North America comes to a close (but a year which, I have to confess, was one of much joy for me personally) , I find myself posting a letter quite different from that I had hoped to write you on New Year’s Eve.
That was supposed to be a photo-rich retrospective, but I’m afraid it will have to wait. Meanwhile, I’ll reflect not on your general development but on a specific part of it. Namely, your penchant for correcting your parents’ mistakes.
Darling child, I dub thee Bésébodé!.