Easy Music Class

February 3, 2010

Playing with our drums

Somedays I am tired and just don’t feel like going to the park to push Mishy on the swings. That’s when I put on the music, get some instruments out and we dance – or look at a book. Mishy is obsessed with Sloop John B. Peter Yarrow has a version in his The Peter Yarrow Songbook: Favorite Folk Songs. She loves to look at the drawing of the song while listening to it. We got it on sortfloorbooks.com for a $1. Music instruments from westmusic.com

Getting into the groove

Car Seat No!

February 3, 2010

Mishy wanted to drive, not sit in her car seat

There are some days when everything goes smoothly, there are some days when … well, it just wasn’t meant to be. After having told some friends about the toddler art classes at the Zimmer Museum, we casually arranged to take the first class of this month’s session today. Babba’s good friend, Tom, stopped by to play with Mishy this morning for half an hour while I got everything packed and ready for the day. We all didn’t get enough sleep last night since Mishy stayed up for Babba’s return – he had a staged play reading at The Blank Theatre in Hollywood last night – and then was so excited to see him when he came home. We had seven hours of sleep last night! We normally sleep ten.

Mishy has never liked the car seat. We changed it to a Britax Marathon which is incredibly plush and comfortable compared to other car seats. It fits children from 5lbs to 65lbs. We turned her facing forward as soon as we could when she was 22lbs and 1 year old. (Rear facing for as long as possible is the safest position if you don’t have a screaming baby and a mother who panics and wants to comfort her child.) I tried the electric toothbrush trick where you place an electric toothbrush near the car seat while you drive. The noise is supposed to regulate and calm them. It only freaked Mishy out more. I waited until after she had a great nap, was fed/nursed, and in good spirits. Nope. Still hated the car seat. I opened the windows. Still didn’t help. I gradually tried to increase the distance. She always knew when we went further than  three miles and then would have none of it.

For almost two years, I limited my driving with her alone in the back seat to less than five minutes. All the other times, my husband drove and I sat in the back with her or I walked. A few times, we took the bus. (We live in Santa Monica. They have a decent and reasonably priced bus system though sometimes the wait is much longer than walking to the destination.)

Last week, when we went to the Zimmer by yourselves, I thought we had made a huge step. Today, when we hit bad traffic getting off the highway, she wanted out of the car seat so we pulled over and waited until she wanted back in. Forty-five minutes later, she wanted back in and by that time, it was too late for the art class so we headed to Virginia Park where she observed the gardener at work and stayed on the swings, watching the children play.

Watching the gardener at Virginia Park

Observing the children at the park

Mishy smiling for the camera on the swings at night

My husband had rehearsals until very late on Sunday so when Mia woke up from her nap and after we ate dinner, I asked her if she would like to go to the park and on the swings. It is one of her favorite things to do and usually a guarantee for an early evening – something I was hoping for. I pushed her on the swing for twenty minutes until the park cleared of all people. It was then she wanted to play a new game – catch and eat mice!

When we were at the Suan Lum Night Bazaar in Bangkok, I found Mishy feeding a rat during our dinner. When I saw this, I quickly picked her up and told her we are going to walk to Babba, who was paying the bill. For the rest of that whole evening, I was shaking in terror in the inside. On the outside, it was a cute story about how Mishy shares her food and how generous she is – she was giving the rat all of her seafood!

At the night bazaar in Bangkok - after seeing Mishy feed the rat. I needed to clean my hands.

On the tuk tuk ride home from the night bazaar. We sprayed her hands with Clean Well ASAP after the rat incident.

I wanted to scream that night. I used to live in a studio apartment in Toronto on College Street. When they tore down the old church across the street to make condos, my first floor apartment got infested with mice and that is how I developed my fear. I would hear them gnawing the walls at night and running back and forth from my living room/bedroom to the kitchen. Every morning, I found trails of mice feces on the kitchen floor, on the stove, on the kitchen table. When my landlord put down glue traps while I was out, I returned home to see three baby mice squeaking in terror. I ran to my parent’s place and made my father come over to my apartment to clean it up. He put the glue trap in a plastic bag and stepped on it. In front of me. So casually.

I wasn’t always afraid of mice. I used to make fun of my mother’s fear by pretending I was a mouse and squeak when she came close. Her fear made me sad because I desperately wanted a hamster growing up. I had a substitute hamster at school. It wasn’t the same. And it died very quickly. A classmate had squeezed it too tightly.

I never thought I would be one of those people who would run to a chair, stand on it, and scream in terror from seeing a little mouse. Yet, I am one of those people. Not that it has really limited me in life – except the knowledge that I am a cliché – it doesn’t help that I am also petite and Asian, but I still do not want to influence my daughter so she would develop this fear. I hope she doesn’t become a damsel in distress – a damsel in strength, yes! (She will be who she will be, I know.)

Since that episode in Bangkok,  rats and mice fascinate Mishy. When we returned home, she instantly wanted to find mice so she could feed them.  When we mentioned to her that our cat actually eats mice, she has wanted to catch and eat them too. She loves our cat. She is her “sister.” When she came up with the game today, I checked in with her to make sure it was a pretend game and then we played.

We ran around the park catching mice. Sometimes they were in a corner, or by a tree or up in the sky. Once she picked up some bits of a rice cracker that were left by someone else. I reminded her we were only eating pretend mice and she quickly dropped them back on the ground. We caught and ate nine pretend mice, even leaving some pretend remnants for Babba to take home with us. She counted with me and I was really happy to play this game since she counted to nine on her own. (Okay, since I am a Korean mom – Mishy knows how to count to 19. She’s 23 months old. By the way, please do not ask Mishy to count to 19. She may surprise you or keep her knowledge to herself.)

On the way home, I narrated to her what our routine would be – we take off our shoes and socks, I start the bath while she picks out bath toys and dumps them in the bath, we undress together and take a bath. After the bath, we quickly put on lotion – she is now obsessed with this noni shea butter we got in Kona – then her nighttime diaper and her pajamas. We read a couple of books and go to sleep. She raised her fear about getting water in her eyes. I promise her I have no intention of putting water in her eyes and if water does go into her eyes, then it would be an accident. She agreed to the plan. I felt confident an early night was upon us.

As we were getting ready for our bath, I felt something swishy underneath my right foot. There is was  a small set of stomach intestines, liver and other organs on the bathroom mat. I didn’t scream, just grimaced and told Mishy, “I need to clean something up.” She looked at me curiously. “I need to clean up some mouse remnants. Kitty must have killed a mouse while we were at the park and she left its organs behind. Can you move a little bit closer to me so you don’t step on it accidentally?” She did. I got a little bit of toilet paper and scooped it up, flushing the last remains. Quickly, we went into the bath while my right foot continued to vibrate from touching the bits of mouse.

If that had been the only real mouse encounter that night, my fear of mice would have still been a secret to Mishy. Unfortunately, while we were in the bath, our cat came into the bathroom with a mouse in its mouse. I screamed. And screamed and scream. I held on to Mia and screamed while Kitty ran out with the mouse. My right foot started pulsing again and I felt the same squishy feeling I had when I had stepped on the mouse’s entrails.

Mia started screaming and crying. I quickly apologized, explaining what had happened. She asked me to repeat the story again and again while she cried. I checked in with her and asked if she was scared , if she needed comfort, reassurance, and security. She said, “yes,” and “more.” (“More” means to repeat the story and give her more details.) I let her know that I have a deep fear of mice, that I will be okay, that I just need a moment before we get out of the bath because I don’t know where our cat and the mouse are, that it scares me to think the mouse could be in the bedroom and if it isn’t, we are going to quickly rush in and close the door behind us. She let me have the moment and we quickly raced into the bedroom. I looked around and was relieved to not see the cat. I didn’t know where she was but she wasn’t in the bedroom and at least I knew it was safe. If the mouse was in the bedroom, I was hoping it had the good sense to hide from us. We quickly got dressed and I started reading her books. Then the scratching started. Kitty was scratching to get in. I screamed, “No, no, no Kitty!” and Mishy started crying again. I held her in my arms and apologized again. It was going to be a long night. And it was.


Suan Lum Night Bazaar, Bangkok, Thailand: http://www.bangkok.com/shopping-market/suan-lum-night-bazaar.html

Clean Well – All Natural Hand Sanitizer: http://www.cleanwelltoday.com/

Santa Monica Parks which are not padlocked at night (from experience):

Memorial Park, Virginia Park, The Beach Park near Ocean Park, The Beach Park near Colorado, Clover Park, Douglas Park

Bath and Bed Supplies We Use For Mia:

Dr. Bonmer’s Magic Soap – Sensitive, Lafe’s Organic Foaming Baby Shampoo and Wash, California Baby Super Sensitive Shampoo & Bodywash, California Baby Calming Conditioner, Island Goddess Spa Shea Noni Handmade in Waimea, HI islandgoddnesshawaii.com, L’Occitane Shea Butter, Radius  Kidz Toothbrush, Earth Best’s Toddler Toothpaste Strawberry Banana, Dwell Studio Hooded Towel

Bonus Photo: Mishy with the tuk tuk driver on the night of the night bazaar. She's teething. Maybe that's why she didn't want to eat her seafood.

Mishy snacking while Momma cuts an x in bottom of the brussel sprouts

Here is a link to a fascinating article in the New York Times.

6 Food Mistakes Parents Make


Mishy has always been an adventurous eater, but this article got me thinking about how to continue foster her food curiousity since the article states, “Young children are naturally neophobic — they have a distrust of the new.” Other articles I’ve read highlight that food neophobia is especially heightened from when children are 3-6 years old. Because we travel so much, it is important to me that Mishy continues to eat a variety of food. Here are some things we’ve implemented after reading the article.

1. Sending children out of the kitchen

We have a small kitchen. When Mishy helps with the food preparation, she certainly eats more of it. Tonight, we had brussel sprouts. She sat down in front of me, noshing on cut fresh pear as she watched me cut a x in the bottom of the sprout. (It helps it cook faster.) She peeled away some of the older leaves and passed me the sprout to cut the x in. We use a splat mat which we lay down on the floor and sit on. If we end up making a mess, I easily spray it with vinegar for a fast clean up. Other friends, who have the luxury of space, use the Little Partners Learning Tower or a Guidecraft Kitchen Helper. Both have gotten plenty of positive reviews on amazon.com.

Prior to reading the article, Babba played with Mishy while I made dinner. (Babba does the dishes and laundry. That’s how we divide the domestic responsibilities.)

2. Pressuring them to take a bite

If Mishy doesn’t want to try something new, she doesn’t have to, usually she does without any coercion. We are lucky. Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss is one of her favorite books. She loves the part when the person tries it and says, “Say, I do so like green eggs and ham!” When we catch ourselves not wanting to try new things, Mishy reminds us about Green Eggs and Ham. So far, so good, but we still let it be when she just doesn’t feel like it.

3. Keeping ‘good stuff’ out of reach

We don’t have chips or cookies or cakes at home. I do have dark chocolate in the freezer in the week coming up to my monthly cycle. So far Mishy does not know this. So far Mishy hasn’t eaten cake or chips. This “mistake” will be the hardest for me if she ever wants to start eating cakes or cookies or chips.

4. Dieting in front of your children

I am nursing. No way can I afford to diet. Before I got pregnant, I spent a lot of energy making sure my calorie consumption was on par with my weight because of my acting career. I don’t think I will be doing that anymore since I don’t have the time anymore!

5. Serving boring vegetables

We put butter on the brussel sprouts. I never ate my vegetables with oil or butter before. Mishy loves butter. That’s that.

6. Giving up too soon

Here is an excerpt from an article in the Boston Globe. “Allison Lauretti, lead clinical psychologist in the Optimal Weight for Life Program at Children’s Hospital Boston, says children often need to be exposed to a new food a full 15 to 20 times before it’s clear whether they don’t like it or are simply reacting to unfamiliarity.”

I keep that in mind when I try something new and don’t like it. I believe for adults, it is 7 times.


Splat Mat


Little Partners Learning Tower


Guidecraft Kitchen Helper


Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss

Boston Globe article: http://www.boston.com/lifestyle/food/articles/2009/11/04/kids_menus_should_grow_up_to_be_as_interesting_as_their_parents/?page=1