Are you raising your child bilingually in languages native to you and your partner? Did you study a language and want your child to learn it as well? Do you only speak English but want your little one to have an additional language under his or her belt? Do you want to have fun learning a language together with your child? If you answered YES to any or all of the above, I have a totally awesome company to introduce you to... Little Pim!!
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My husband is Japanese, but works a LOT so we worry that my son doesn't get enough Japanese exposure. My Japanese is conversational at best, but I don't want to use it with him much because I don't want to pass along my bad grammar and accent. Suffice it to say I was SUPER excited to try out Little Pim's Japanese pak.
I know I know, the AAP recommends no screen time before 2 years old. And for the most part I adhere to that. But I have 2 exceptions: 1) when mama is REALLY sick (i.e. flu, mastitis, etc), and 2) when it's for the purpose of having foreign language exposure! So, Little Pim certainly falls into this 2nd category! We've been watching it together, as it's done in a way that gives you time to repeat the words and phrases and engage your child. It's really fun! But for the sake of taking pictures, he was on his own for a while and look how into it he is!! I promise you, it's not just because it's TV. He couldn't give a rats you know what about Baby Einstein or the nightly news! haha!
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Child modeling or acting is a bit of a controversial topic. Some say it's exploitation, others say it's college tuition! How I see it is that if the child enjoys it and it's not harming them in anyway, (I guess this last part is debatable...) why not?!
My little guy has been plastered all over Facebook and Twitter since he was a mere bump in my belly, so when I saw a casting call by Donna Grossman Casting for Pampers packaging last week, I didn't hesitate! Apparently, they're doing new packages in their various international markets (Japan, Philippines, India, etc) so were looking for moms and babies of all ethnicities. The one I specifically responded to was the one for Asian moms and babies. I know I know, I'm not Asian, but I went ahead and sent our pictures in by email and wouldn't you know in about 5 minutes they had responded with an "audition" date and time!
They were very specific about the wardrobe for the audition - mom in a sleeveless white tank top (not low cut) and baby in pampers diapers only. Done and done!
We got there around 4pm for our 4:20pm call. The waiting room had about 5 other babies with their moms in there. All of them lounging around in their diapers - it was so freaking cute!! The receptionist kept making announcements about keeping hold of your baby since the floors were cement and their were metal benches. But, one mom didn't listen and her little guy (maybe 1.5 years?) ended up with a busted lip! Yikes!!! He cried so hard, there was lots of blood, I don't even know them and I was traumatized!! Luckily the drama didn't effect Kenzo. We played with some toys we brought and I tried to keep him in a good mood, despite being overdue for his afternoon nap.
Finally we were called in and they had the white floor and backdrop with about 4 staff set up at the front, with lights, camera, computer, etc. The one lady was really helpful with giving explicit directions about what I should do. First we took some photos standing with Kenzo on my hip. Then sat down with him in front of me, then let him crawl toward the lady. She was AMAZING with him!! I've never seen him warm up to someone and be in hysterical giggles so fast!! He's usually frozen when we're out and about, not one to give smiles away to strangers. We did some shots with me laying on my side and him in front, then me laying down on my tummy and him sitting and looking at me. They wanted me to get him to swat at me and be silly. Not an easy task! She was like "Sneeze! Blow on his face!" haha!
I know we must have gotten some fantastic shots, I wish I could get copies but I'm sure it's not possible. On our way out I asked when we would hear anything. Apparently they'll only call if we book the shoot, which would be shot at the end of November, so we wouldn't hear for quite some time (mid-November?). This shocked me - they're dealing with babies here - in 2 months they will change so much!! But whatever, I guess we wait! If we get booked, it's $500 just for doing the shoot, and $6,000 if they actually use us on a package - HELLO!!! YES PLEASE!!!
It all brought be back to the wee bit of modeling I did in Japan a few years ago for Yamaha and Bosendorfer. I have to say playing with your baby is a whole lot easier than playing the piano for the camera and crew! Still, there was much sweating!
I love food, don't get me wrong, but what is up with these crazy food fads that have people lining up for hours in the wee hours of the morning??
Did you know in Japan they actually pay people to stand in line to add hype to something? Because if people are in line, it must be ah-mayyyyyyyy-zing, or that's the idea anyway. When Cold Stone and Krispy Kreme first came to Japan - forget about it - lines around the block!! I actually did wait in a long line at Krispy Kreme in Yokohama when they first opened, I was THAT desperate for a taste of home. What's funny is that they actually gave you a free donut while you waited! I ate my freebie, re-evaluated the need to wait any longer, and ended up going home - HA!! Crazy foreigner. I guess most customers were there to buy the big ol' box to bring to their co-workers or families.
OK, so let's talk about some food fads going in in New York at the moment...
First, we have the Ramen Burger.
A burger, some sauce, and a bun made of noodles. Created by Keizo Shimamoto it has become THE THING at Smorgasburg on Saturdays in Williamsburg. Seriously, people wait in line over 2 hours to grab one of these $8 burgers. They only make about 400, once a week, and then they're gone by around noon. So is it the low supply causing the high demand or are these things really that fabulous?
Survey says... yeah, they're pretty good! Personally, I'm not a huge ramen fan, nor am I a huge fan of red meat (I eat it about twice a year), so I'm not the best judge here. But, the bun was really interesting - the noodles (freshly made - not the horrid $.99 ones you downed in college!), despite being fried on the teppanyaki grill, were soft and stayed congealed together in bun form through every bite. My favorite part was the sauce which was tasty with a capital T!!
My advice, if you're intrigued, go for it! But do it on a nice day when you won't be standing in line for two hours feeling miserable! Go with some friends, brown bag it and play some games in line :) There are port-a-potties nearby so no worries there! After you're done, check out the other bazillion food vendors - tons of amazing things to try! Then, take the ferry down to Governor's Island!
OK, next up we have the oh so famous CRONUT!!
Half croissant, half donut, this thing looks de-freaking-licious!!!
Launched in May of this year, these $5 pastries are only sold at Dominique Ansel Bakery in New York's SoHo. Apparently your best chance of getting a cronut is by lining up by 6am on a weekday morning, facing up to 5 hours in line. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA??? Also, there's a 2 cronut limit per person, so don't think you're all smart by sending a friend to buy for all of you lazy sleeper-inners! Another option is calling on Monday at 11am and trying to get on their pre-order list - you can order up to 6 but apparently it's hard to get on the list. The final option is doing a bulk order (at least 50) one month ahead. If you're planning some kind of party, this could be a good idea - your guests would luv luv luv you and forever remember your bash as "the one with the cronuts" haha!
So... have you tried the ramen burger or cronut? Do you have another crazy food fad to tell us about?? Please leave a comment below!!
My husband is Japanese and I'm your standard run of the mill white American. As soon as we got pregnant, everyone was all "You are gonna have the cutest baby EVER!!!" which was fun to hear (a million times!) but how do you respond to that? "Thanks"? "I hope so"?
We were riddled with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety over what our lil' munchkin would look like. Would he get my husband's teeny tiny eyes and my huge nose? Would he look albino with my pasty complexion and my husband's Asian features? Other than the obvious fears of the child being born with a major physical or mental disability, my biggest 100% superficial and selfish worry was that our baby would look 100% Asian and people would think he was adopted.
Well, I definitely think he looks mixed, a perfect mix if you ask me, but my previous fear came to fruition a couple of days ago for the first time. I was with Kenzo at the local bagel shop and a lady (she was Asian, not sure from where) is looking between him and me quizzically, then says to me out of the blue and all matter of factly "He looks Asian". So many creative and fun ways I could have responded. But she caught me completely off guard!! I replied, "Ah, haha, yes, well his father is Japanese". OK, not so unusual... I've had several strangers ask me if his daddy was Asian - mostly people who have a child or grandchild who is half white half Asian - I guess there is a certain happa / haafu / half / mixed / whatever you wanna call it "look". But the kicker is how she responded... "Oh, I thought you adopted him from China". Agh. There it is. Why this offended me so much I do not know. I see nothing wrong with adopting, and nothing wrong with Chinese people, and nothing wrong with adopting a child from China... but the fact is I did NOT adopt a child from China, nor does my child have anything to do with China. He is half JAPANESE and half ME and didn't yo mama teach you if you don't have something nice to say don't say anything at all??? Telling someone their child looks adopted is not especially nice. Grrrr...
On a lighter note, have you ever taken the All Looks Same exam? They show you various Asian faces and you guess if they're Japanese, Chinese, Korean, etc. You will fail. I promise! It's crazy when you don't have fashion or accent to take into account... even Asians fail this exam!
I'm so excited to start posting birth stories I've received from mamas from around the world who were lovely enough to share some of their most personal moments with us! I had a wonderful (but looooooooooong and painful) natural unmedicated vaginal birth (you can read my shortened birth story here, longer one here) and love to hear the good the bad and ugly of all the different births out there!
Just a warning about the birth stories in this series - some will be wonderful and inspirational, others will be all of your birthing fears wrapped up into one horrific account... If you are currently pregnant, you should consider whether or not reading these stories will benefit you. For me, I liked to know all of the possibilities - you know, prepare for the worst, hope for the best! Others find it makes them have irrational worries and anxiety. If the latter is you, I will put a little warning on the "negative" stories and you should consider bookmarking these and come back after your little one has arrived safe and sound ^_^
Without further ado, let's kick off the series!
Here is our first birth story guest post from Aussie mom of 2, Gaye in Gifu, Japan.
**Forewarning - this could be an anxiety triggering story for currently pregnant women. Consider bookmarking for after your delivery!
Well, when I was pregnant with Emily I was told by the doc, that I was "big" yeah well, surprise, surprise. I am not anorexic-size like most women in Japan! I must admit that I am big. And a lot heavier that people think I am, thanks to muscle...
Anyways, getting to when I was in labour with Emily, I was taken to the General Hospital, where i was due to give birth. I was in labour for 36 hours, and in Japan they dont believe in any pain killers! I was having contractions less than 2 mins apart, and after being induced twice, there was still no luck. I had remembered that my SIL (my brother's wife) had a still birth when she had been in labour for 36 hours. Unfortunately for her the blood clotted in the umbilical chord, and the baby didnt make it... I could not see myself going through that, so I demanded my doc give me a C-section. He wanted me to have a natural birth, and I asked if I did, how much longer would it take... "Oh, 2 more days or so!" WITH NO PAIN KILLERS??? NO FKUCING WAY!!!!" Anyways, we finally all decided it was better to have C-Section. So, they took me into surgery and got me prepped with an Epidural. Actually 3 of them!! It was so strong, that I couldnt even get a big enough breath to say that I couldnt breathe!
Emily was born with no probs what so ever!!
Then it came to number 2!
When I found out I was pregnant with number 2, I also got in biiig trouble from the doc and was given a very serious warning about my blood pressure, which was over 210 at the time! This pregnancy became a very high risk and I was on medication and had to visit my doc on a weekly basis. Usually when you see a doc when finding out that you are expecting, they usually say "Congratulations!" etc. I was told "If you don't consider terminating this pregnancy, it could cost you and your and baby's lives."
I guess I can say thank you to my extremely stubborn husband for not wanting to give up the pregnancy, and wanting to fight for us. One night I had been feeling really sick from an ongoing headache I had for a few days, and I asked hubby to take me to the hospital. (I had grown up having migraines, but this was different to usual.) We went to the hospital where they checked me out, checked my BP, and told me that they have to send me to another hospital to give birth straight away, if not we could both lose our lives in a matter of hours. It turned out that my BP rose to 250/160!! (I eventually found out that high BP was in my DNA, and that was the cause of it!)
I was rushed to another hospital via ambulance, that deals with high risk pregnancies and also has an NICU.
They prepped me for an emergency C-section and I was given about 7 or so epidurals? None of them worked, and I could feel about everything!! They didn't use the old time scalpel, they used a laser scalpel, and I could feel it all!! It burnt like hell!!!! Apparently, the doc who stitched me up when Emily was born did a crappy job, and the scar tissue was really bad, and it took them over 45 mins to get Natalie out!! That 45 mins I was going through the agony of the laser scalpel. Man, that is hotter than getting a tattoo!!!
During this time, my hubby was snapping away, taking pics on my mobile phone! I had no idea he was doing that until I saw the "detailed" pics on my phone lol.
So my tiny little girl was born at 30 weeks, weighing 1127g (2.5 lbs) and 35cm (13.8 in) long. She has 2 tiny holes in her heart, and was in the NICU from Sep-Dec. At almost "9" months, she is still as tiny as ever, at 60.5cm (23.8 in) and just over 5kg (11 lb). But I am so very proud of her and what she has overcome!
The creative juices are definitely not flowing today... I'm tired. But I can't blame it on baby! I joined Pinterest yesterday and now have that to add to the time sucking abyss that is social media!! Kenzo usually goes to bed around 10pm and wakes up around 6-7am. So, I know if I go to bed by 10pm (11pm at the latest) I'll be good to go. But recently, man, I really get sucked into Twitter and now Pinterest, ughhhhhh have got to get to bed sooner. Unfortunately they really are necessary for building a business. In just 2 months, Miny Moe has gotten over 600 followers on Twitter and almost 300 "likes" on Facebook. Of course that doesn't directly effect how many sales you'll get, but the more your name is out there the better! Natalie, the owner of Baby List, pinned us on Pinterest the other day and it got over 300 hits, and we got four sales that day!! Used the right way, social media can really help a sister out. So, I'm trying! And, I'm tired...
My sister is coming into town tonight from Montreal for the weekend!!! So today I've been a busy bee. Short of mopping the floors (though I did some spot cleaning of random spit-up stains on our wooden floors), I cleaned up nice and good - dusted, swiffered the floors, cleaned the fridge, reorganized our kitchen cabinets and Kenzo's closet, did laundry - even the sheets and duvet cover!! WHOA!! Hubby is out of town for 2 weeks, and after my sister leaves on Monday, Kenzo and I will fly down to my parents' home in NC. Hubby will return to the apartment several days before us, and so help me god, if this place is a mess when we return.... >_< I'll never forget when we were living together in Japan, the first time I was coming back from a trip home he said that he cleaned up the apartment for me. Wow, I thought, what a catch!! I got to the apartment and it was a TOTAL MESS!!! When he got home from work I was all "WTF is this???" and he was like, "It's clean!!" Turns out we have different definition of clean... his does not include organized and tidied up. Well, it didn't before that incident anyway... we shall find out in a few weeks if he's learned o_o
I consider myself a pretty open-minded adventurous worldly gal. Traveled outside the States for the first time at 12, sans family at 17, did a year abroad in college, and 5 years abroad after graduating. I love learning about other cultures, studying languages and accents, trying crazy food (blow fish, raw horse, whale & sting-ray jerky, frog, snails, whale sperm sack - tried them all!!), you name it! That said, I am slightly on the shy side of the spectrum, and until now have often relied on alcohol to bridge the gap in meeting new people and to get the courage to see and do everything the world has to offer!
When I studied abroad in Germany, making friends seemed so effortless. We had a 1 month language program before the semester started, and boom, day one, tons of international friends to party and explore with! When I moved to Japan to teach English after college, same deal. I was on the JET Programme and as soon as I landed in Tokyo for training and again after arriving in my city of Ryugasaki, bam, an intimate group of gaijin (foreign) friends you are suddenly besties with no matter how different the lives you previously led were. Both of these easy-friend-making situations arose because everyone was so far out of their comfort zones that you had this automatic bonding experience over the new and scary local and life you were living.
When I moved to New York the first time as a singleton, and again when I moved here with my hubby, it was quite a different situation. Everyone here had their set group of friends, and meeting people was soooooooooo tough! I really felt pathetic, like, "Hey, I have no friends, will you be my friend?? I'm cool, or at least I think I'm cool..." hmph. Even if you made some friends, it felt like such an effort to get invited to hang out. Sad, but true, at least in my case anyway.
But now, with a baby, the world is open and friendly and exciting again! Everyone loves babies. Everyone looks and talks to your baby, sure it's not going to turn into a life-long friendship with the lady cooing at your little one in the elevator, but still, it feels nice (unless they randomly touch your little one without asking, which is NOT cool!!!). And reaching out to make friends through meetup.com or Facebook or whatever doesn't feel so pathetic, cuz, hey - I'm a good mom looking for friends FOR MY BABY *wink wink*. Sure he doesn't know his his hand from his a$$, but you know, he needs play dates right? So does mommy! I never thought it could be so easy to make friends, and AWESOME ones at that, in New York. But we did it!
*Disclaimer: I did not in fact have a baby in order to make friends, but rather making friends was merely an unanticipated added side benefit of having said baby. ^_^
One other thing I'd like to mention on this topic happened just yesterday. Let me start by explaining that since moving to NY I've become somewhat fascinated with the Hasidic Jewish culture that is quite prevalent here in Brooklyn. The way they dress and act and talk, the various things you hear about them but aren't quite sure which are true or merely rumors. I'm just fascinated with it, much like I am with the Amish. I'm currently reading the biography of an ex-Hasidic Jew, called "Unorthodox: The Scandalous Rejection of my Hasidic Roots" which gives an amazing insight into the culture (though, I don't know what is exaggerated or specific to her sect). For instance, it says they believe God sent Hitler as their punishment for assimilation, which is why they are so careful now to dress so traditionally and piously. They believe having as many kids as possible is the ultimate revenge against Hitler, so that is basically the women's job. Once married, they cannot show their real hair to any man other than their husband, and some sects mandate keeping their hair shaved under their wig or scarf. One would be correct in assuming they go out of their way not to interact with people outside of their group, and until yesterday I only had one (very negative) interaction with one - he was a realtor who showed us an apartment, and gave it away to someone else despite him promising he'd give me a warning if anyone showed interest before I could get our contract to him. A-hole. I tried not to generalize him to the entire population. But yesterday, while at H&M with baby and hubby, I briefly chatted with a Hasidic women in the elevator about our babies, and then while shopping another one asked me where I got the baby hat I was holding. Nothing major, I know, but still, imagine my elation, to have crossed such an extreme cultural division! Hoorah!!
So there you have it folks. Alcohol and babies, the ultimate tools for breaking ice, bridging gaps, and crossing the cultural divide!
While pregnant, I didn't get the crazy cravings you always see depicted on TV, you know, the ice cream and pickles kind of cravings! I didn't get them in the middle of the night and force my hubby to make a midnight run to the grocery store. Mine were pretty mild, not much stronger than pre-pregnancy. They were along the lines of "Oh my gosh I want some french fries" or "mmmmmmmm chocolate!!". Pretty run of the mill. Aversions were a wee bit stronger, mostly I was turned way off of chicken. I used to LOVE chicken burritos, but with a bun in the oven I quickly realized chicken was a no-go, and those formerly beloved chicken burritos turned into veggie ones.
Now that I'm breast feeding, unfortunately, the cravings seem just as strong! My biggest one is quite ironic following my pregnancy aversion... I'm obsessing over rotisserie chicken!! What is that about? Like, I can't get enough! Mabye Kenzo is sucking all of the protein out of me or something. Or whatever is in chicken that I went about 7 months without my body is in overdrive for? I'm sure the chocolate and french fry cravings are 100% mental, I mean, there's nothing healthy in there that you need. But chicken? So random...
Anyway, I wasn't expecting this food thing. Everyone said the baby weight just falls off if you're breast feeding. My sister said she got "scary skinny" and I was SOOOOOOO looking forward to that!!! Not the "scary" part, but definitely the skinny part!! Unfortunately, not happening. 20 pounds dropped off in the first two weeks - most of that was baby, placenta, amniotic fluid, extra blood supply, retained water, etc. But after that initial and very exciting plummet of 20 pounds, the scale has not budged. It seems my jelly belly and child-bearing hips are happily holding on to that final 10 pounds, but lets be honest, I could certainly stand to lose double that. Sure, I'm walking about an hour a day but other than that not doing much exercise. Definitely not dieting. Partly because I'm scared of it having a negative impact on my milk supply, but mostly because, well, I'm hungry and want food! I mean, I want FOOD, not salad and quinoa...But we're coming up to 4 months postpartum and I reflect on another situation in which I let time go by and ended up feeling ashamed with my lack of motivation... I am THAT American, you know, the one who lived in Japan for 5 years and still only speaks basic Japanese. Whoops!
The grass is always greener. Hindsight is 20/20. Yada yada yada. I'm a complainer and a yearner and I won't lie about it. I want what I want when I want it, and I might just throw myself a pity part if I can't have it my way. Maybe I'm being a bit hard on myself, I'm really not THAT bad... I mean, my hubby does call me "wagamama" endearingly(?), but that's beside the point.
As a new mama I love my baby more than life itself, but there are definitely things I miss about being pregnant, and also from before being with child. Let's review, shall we?
What I miss about being pregnant:
1) Doing what I want when I want - take a nap, sure! Stay up late and sleep in til noon, why not!
2) Not worrying about birth control or freaking out after an accident or being late
3) On the opposite end, not scientifically "trying" to get pregnant and not being completely destroyed when Aunt Flo comes to visit AGAIN (What is wrong with my body??? Can I not get pregnant???)
4) All the attention! Everyone chatting with you about the baby, oohing over your baby bump, and giving you their seat on the subway. (OK, still get tons of attention with an adorable baby in your lap, but that attention isn't all about YOU anymore).
5) This is what I probably miss the most - not having to suck in your gut! haha!! Thanksgiving at 8 months pregnant was FANTASTIC!!
6) No shower drain hair! This was a pretty great one too ^_^
7) Blaming everything on the pregnancy... I'm hungry/tired/nauseas/bitchy - fill in the blank with any adjective and it can be blamed on the baby or pregnancy hormones! Your excuse for anything: I'm growing a life damnit, gimme a break!
What I miss about before being preggo, while being preggo:
1) Eating and drinking what I wanted without having to think about it effecting a growing baby. Never knew I could be so concerned over a piece of chocolate or cup of coffee or sip of wine. I'm breastfeeding, so the concerns and guilt continue!
2) Being able to put on lace up shoes or boots without sitting down in a chair and lots of huffing and puffing.
3) Sleeping on my back. Man, I got the worst hip pains and had the worst sleep through the pregnancy - I'd sleep on the left side bout an hour til it cramped up, then get up and pee, then sleep on the right side bout an hour til it cramped up, then get up and pee, and repeat all night long...
So, what's on your miss-list??
Little Kenzo was born with 100% Japanese eyes. No crease or double eyelid or whatever you call it. They were just like daddy's and gorgeous! Fast forward 2 months and overnight he developed the double lid... in ONE EYE!! From the start, he'd get it in both eyes when he was super tired, but apparently after 2 months his left eye just decided it wanted to be different and the crease stuck. So he's totally gotten this Victor-Victoria thing going on where the left half of his face is Asian and the right half is Western. Hmph. He's still a cutie but I hope one of his eyes will change at some point so they'll go back to matching!
With a mommy and daddy of two different races (even if you're the same race!), it is really quite fascinating to see how the genetics play out with your children. While pregnant, everyone says "Oh, mixed babies are the cutest! Your baby will be gorgeous!!!" and we hoped so but deep down you really do worry. What if he gets Ryoji's tiny eyes and my huge nose? What if he gets my pasty complexion and Ryoji's features and looks funky like a Japanese albino (no offense to Japanese albinos!!). We were pretty certain he would have brown eyes, because let's face it, there is no one with a recessive blue gene in Ryoji's family tree! But, light brown or dark brown, who knows! And green or grey or hazel, how do those happen?
Of course we are a wee bit biased but despite the mis-matched eyelids, we consider our little Kenzo kawaiiiiiiiiii (cute)!
About Me ^_^
I'm a NYC metro area mom blogger living in NJ with my Japanese husband & our 3 kids (twins plus 1). This blog is chock full of product reviews, family travel guides, and giveaways galore! It's also home to Bay Ridge Families, and several guides focused on kid-friendly activities and guides to South Brooklyn, Hudson Valley, and New Jersey, as well as family-friendly destinations beyond the NYC area (check the menu bar!)