You know the one. It features a large man brutalising a small child over a bottle of milk and it pretty much took over Facebook for two whole days.
I won’t be linking to it here (that would be rather pointless, now that the police have caught the suspects), but if — by chance — you haven’t seen it, trust me when I tell you it’s very hard to watch. Especially if you have a child of your own. Particularly if that child happens to be right around the age of the child in the video.Continue reading “The Ugly Truth”→
Once upon a time, my little Boss Lady was deeply enamoured of her Daddy. She cried if he left the room without her and she demanded her cuddles within seconds of his return. That made it relatively easy to get away when I needed a little break (which usually meant going on a grocery run). I knew the real separation anxiety phase was right around the corner, but I figured her dad and I would bear that burden equally.
It’s rare that a piece of child-related news will hit folks with and without kids the exact same way, but I’m willing to bet that everyone everywhere got hit right in the feels when news broke that Sonia Manzano is retiring.
If – like me – you managed to live to a ridiculous age before learning some home truths, let me catch you up a bit: Sonia Manzano is the real name of the actress who played Maria on Sesame Street for 44 years. And now she’s done. Continue reading “Of Childish Things”→
That thought has crossed my mind semi-regularly over the past 18 months. It generally hits me in the wee hours of the morning, when my (feverish/teething/lonely) daughter is crying out for me for the umpteenth time and I’m reaching for the scraps of energy that will allow me to propel myself out of my warm bed once again. It’s been ringing in my head much more frequently since I heard the story of Crystal Dennis, who gave birth to her daughter at Curepe Junction at around 4am on June 2nd. Turns out it can get much lonelier.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with the geography of Trinidad, I’m just going to pause here to explain that — although (as noted by a particularly astute friend of mine) Curepe Junction now has a flawless maternity record — it may just be the worst place to give birth ever, what with the vermin, refuse and, you know, traffic.
At first glance, it might seem like Baby Babble Radio is all about mommies. After all, it is the brainchild of veteran broadcaster Samantha John. We’re also blessed to have the incredible journalist, Lenn Almadin-Thornhill on our team. Then there’s me, blogger, announcer and Work at Home Mommy extraordinaire. We even welcomed a new mommy blogger/announcer to the mix quite recently: Katyan Roach!
My daughter eats at least two servings of fruit per day. Her dietary staples also include brown rice, sweet potatoes, pumpkin, lentils and red beans (neither of which come from a can). I make these things in big batches throughout the week and freeze them in easy-to-serve portion sizes.
Meanwhile, I eat whatever is easiest to throw together or pick up on the go. It’s not unusual for me to put her to bed at 8pm, organize her super-healthy meals for the next day and then pop some popcorn for myself for dinner. The only real meal I eat regularly is breakfast (a scrambled egg, toast and coffee… which I can usually finish before she starts scaling the furniture) and the only fruits I eat tend to be samples of whatever I’m cutting up for tomorrow’s snacks. Continue reading “Living On the Back Burner”→
Last week, I wrote about the importance of a world that embraces motherhood to the extent that it welcomes children into environments that wouldn’t necessarily seem to be child-friendly (such as school and work) as a means of enriching the lives of mother and child. This week, I found myself cringing a bit at the following video of NBA player Stephen Curry’s latest press conference, which featured an appearance from his adorable two-year-old daughter Riley. So, I decided to add a small caveat to my original argument.