Bilingual Baby wonders why she has dimples over the knuckles in her chubby little hand; I wonder how to say "dimple" and "knuckle" in Spanish. Typical us.
Not only does Mommy not know every word there is to know in Spanish, she doesn't know everything there is to know. Period.
Even paradise has problems, and earthquakes. Taking off my rose-colored glasses for this post.
I visit Bilingual Baby at school. She comes with us on our last surfing lesson.
This post is dedicated to my mom, lover of birds.
Lyon and I didn't know if we were having flashbacks to college or summer camp. It was awesome.
Bilingual Baby has more friends than we do. Waaaaay more friends.