Uterus and other big words



I walked into a cafe the other day and a neighbor/ colleague stopped by my table. “How often do you hear about the things Little Elephant says back home?” I suppose not much since I had no idea what he was referring to.

Story 1:

Little elephant went up to babygirl (8 months) and her Mama.  “Baby girl has uterus” she stated.  Abashed, Mama asked, “What?”  Little Elephant repeated.  For further clarification, she also listed other people who do and don’t have uteruses until Mama was very clear that she did, in fact, know what she was saying.

Story 2:

My friend’s Nanny is pregnant and showing.  Apparently, the other day, Little Elephant was playing with friend’s daughter, his wife, and both nannies (ours and theirs).  Liza, our nanny, said “Look, Bona is pregnant.  She has a baby in her tummy”.  Indignantly, my daughter corrected, “No, the baby is in the uterus.”  Yep.  2.5 years old and already a know-it-all, with anatomically correct language!

Perhaps a good movie?


The truth is that I have no knowledge of these producers or any connection to this film.  I saw a mention of their crowd sourcing campaign last week and was touched by the content and some of the scenes.  But, then, I did nothing with it.

The idea, however, of having increased representation of cross-racial, international, queer families, has stuck with me.  So, I decided to share.

Baby Steps is a global, cross-cultural film about building a non-traditional family with the most traditional of values.
Plot Outline: Danny, a Taiwanese-American man, and his partner Tate long to have a baby, but the complex world of surrogacy is further complicated by Danny’s well-meaning but extremely meddlesome Ma who wants to control every aspect of the process all the way from Taipei…

Please find the indiegogo crowd-sourcing site with more info on the movie here.

Where carrots grow


Carrot Art


At Preschool, Little Elephant is learning about foods, or, as she says, FOODIE!  They did an art project about carrots where they cut out leaves and the carrot in the appropriate colors and pasted them on paper.  Then, they smudged “dirt” (okay, coffee grounds) on top.

Tonight on Skype, we were talking about it.  I explained that the art was teaching her how carrots grow in the ground and what a fun idea it was.  She ruefully looked at me: “No, Mommy!  Carrots grow in COFFEE!”

Of course! How did I miss that.


Salad.  Yum!

Salad. Yum!

A friend and colleague is in town from Kosovo. Instead of having her to the house, per routine, I decided we should go out to dinner. No kids around would allow us to have more meaningful conversation and, plus, I could do it after Little Elephant hit the hay.

I choose a tiny little restaurant that I like because of its lack of menu, fabulous food, and the ability to hear your table mate. Also, assuming you eat early enough (which I generally do), it usually isn’t too smoky.  We arrived, sat down, and 5 minutes later, the Prime Minister walked in.  Given that the restaurant has about ten table, we were just next door.  Certainly made me look like the good host and like I know where to eat in this city.  Shh!  Don’t tell her that it was a fluke!

Meal and company was often.  Hopefully she will come back so we can test out other places in the city.