I always ask Bear how his day was. Sometimes, he'll go into detail and tell me everything. Sometimes, I'll be lucky if I get a few bits of info from him. I figured out why my approach was all wrong and Bear's answers were so succinct - they were too easy.
if I ask, 'How was your day?', you're probably going to answer with something like good, bad, or
Tag: children
Well, no, not really. But you have to admit my kid is pretty photogenic.
Last weekend during #streetmeetLA, Bear was photographed by child photographer, Tina Clara. She took so many amazing shots of him, I honestly don't have a single favorite. Here are some samples of her wonderful work:
To contact Tina, check out her links:
Website
Facebook
Instagram
Pinterest
[caption id="attachment_6707" align="alignnone" width="2448"] Courtesy of me. Bear's IG is @bogdanbear[/caption]
There's often a debate on how much a child should be exposed on the world wide innanets when he has no say in that exposure. Some parents are very private with their children and you rarely see a pic of them. Some are like, 'Hey, you want see a picture. I have 19797893423 of them. Here you go!'
Some parents
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This weekend, Bear learned a new word. Except it wasn't fudge.
It was thee word. The F-dash-dash-dash.
I wasn't around when he said it. In fact, I was only a few feet away. He said it front of our close friends and Maks. When they told me he said it, I was a little shocked. You see, despite the use of profanity on here, we really don't speak that much of it
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Dear Bear,
I don't know where you'll be in your life when you read this. You might be going to college. You might be graduating from college. You might be on your wedding day. You might have experienced the birth of your first child. You might have scored you first big contract. You might have lost everything and wonder why you even bothered to begin with. That's the beauty
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Raising a bilingual child is well...a lot harder than it should be.
From the get-go, M. and I have always determined that our children will be bilingual in Russian and English. He would speak primarily Russian and I would speak primarily English (though I am actively learning Russian and try to speak a little of it every day). With Yoda not quite talking yet (though I'm told it's nothing
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Why won't this child eat?
Okay, I'm being overly dramatic. Let's take it back a step.
You see, two years ago, I had illusions of grandeur that every expectant mother has.
"Oh, my baby is going to have this!"
"Oh, my baby is going to have that!"
"I'm definitely giving my baby all organic, all the time!"
"I'm introducing nothing but fruits and veggies!"
"My baby will NEVER have McDonald's!"
Hah.
Two years
(I'll get back to using song titles as my blog posts in a short while, but the last few posts were exceptions...)
I'm Black. I have two Black parents. On my father's side, I had a great-grandmother who was half-White and half-Indian. I know this because I met her at the tender age of five and my first thought was, 'Who is this white lady?'. Over the years, I've had