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Archive for the 'Nannying' Category

17
Sep

Kids

Let them be.

They know best.

22
Aug

Piraha tribe and numbers

I read a most interesting article today about the Piraha tribe who live in the Amazon. According to a study by Peter Gordon, (Columbia University NY): “In the 300 member tribe, …the word for “one” can also mean “a few”, while “two” can also be used to refer to “not many”.
The Pirahas are the only […]

04
Aug

Art

My friend put it best: “Art is anything worth spending time on”.
Life is art. Talking, listening, cooking, cleaning, driving, anything can be approached as art, and when it is, the deed becomes that much more beautiful.
Growing up, people told me to play when I’m done studying, or that playing was different to working. Playing, studying, […]

04
Jun

Being a child

I took my nanny kids to a playground today, they made two new friends. We climbed a space shuttle and went to Mars, Jupiter, Moon and Venus together. Afterwards I became a monster and ran after 4 little heroes. We also took turns spinnig eachother on a wheel. When it was time to go home, […]

29
May

It hits you like a rock

“Gas was cheaper before Bush took office…”

07
May

A hot night and pom-pons

A hot night continued into the morning and reached 91F (32.7C) this high-noon, a temperature not a kin to San Francisco. Many people had difficulty sleeping, including the four-year-old boy I look after and the sexy lady who lives across the street.
His parents had a story to share when I visited.
Last night, the boy got […]

03
May

Touching bubbles

Pop! Pop, they go!

And one landed on his nose.

25
Apr

Little composer

The boy who just tunred 4 composed his first song:

“Baby can stand up, baby you can stand up~”

“My daddy is angry but I’m not sad because my mummy is not angry~”
Now all he needs is an agent.

16
Apr

Poo

“My life revolves around poo” the mother once said. Today, I fully understood what she meant.
It started with a sour odor from the baby’s nappy, then an explosion of diarrhea on the grandmother’s bed. To clean her, I put her in the bath’s warm water… (turned brown), then the boy shouted “Ayumi saaaaaan! I […]

12
Apr

Birthday parties

Children’s years are like dog’s years. To them, 1 year feels like 7. Hence as a parent (or a nanny), you constantly hear; “I can’t wait until it’s my birthday!” It’s funny to see the contrast of parents in a tizzy over the planning of “another birthday party already!”

Where the family is more affluent, the […]