When I was a kid, my sister was always after me to play dolls with her. “Sure, I will just grab my BB gun,” I would say. She even bought me a Ken doll as a birthday gift one year, in an attempt to rope me in – at an age when news of it would have...
These are a few things that happened to me for the first time in 2014: I was called “mama” by my son, tried fried ice-cream, grew ground cherries in my garden, learnt to use an angle grinder, broke my laptop’s screen by simply pushing my thumb into...
When I was learning English, it took me a while to understand what “hiking” means. When I first heard the word, I thought it meant “camping”. Checking the English-Russian dictionary, I found a translation “walking”. Neither of those two describe hiking, which has...
Pippi Longstocking was my first book hero. Oh, how much I wanted those freckles, red braids and drawers full of small treasures! Not to forget the monkey and the horse. Once, after reading the book for the fiftieth times, I began to write a sequel to the story, but...
Few children do not like animals. Our Budster is no exclusion, and we have been encouraging his interest whole-heartedly with a variety of colourful books (from Mommy) and many captivating animal sounds (from Daddy). Once in a while, we would also take a trip to the...
It was a week before Easter, and I made up a small chant, based on one of my son’s favourite books We’re Going on a Bear Hunt, “We’re going on an egg hunt! We’re going to find a lot of eggs…” But is Budster familiar with eggs?...
