Even [when their children are] as young as 22 months, American parents draw boys’ attention to numerical concepts far more often than girls’. Indeed, parents speak to boys about number concepts twice as often as they do girls. For cardinal-numbers speech, in which a number is attached to an obvious noun reference — “Here are five raisins” or “Look at those two beds” — the difference was even larger. Mothers were three times more likely to use such formulations while talking to boys. [Read more here.]
Hey moms…let’s combat this trend!
*My girl, Alicia, is the mastermind behind this study (Way to go Chang!). Can I just tell you how useful it is to have a friend who is a cognitive and developmental psychologist. She is like my very own mom-tutor!
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
“But if there’s anything I learned from my English classes—from Charlotte Bronte and Jane Austen and Herman Melville—it’s that people don’t like mean people, and they usually end up getting ditched at balls or marrying jerks who stick them in attics or becoming a little too annoying to large animals.”—Ivy Grimes (via thebronzemedal: mar-see-ah)
a friday night spent dozing on the couch the best 1 am email a food enthusiast could hope for followed by a racing heart that then made it tricky to fall back asleep then a 4 am knock on my door (faint at first, then the rapping with the knocker began. i cracked it open to take a bleary eyed peek…only to find a lost, drunk boy clearly in the wrong place) saturday morning donuts - birthday donuts! the unwrapping of my best present ever (husband really outdid himself!) an afternoon of house hunting. (we found it, our dream home. a new single focus lens a walk with my mama to pick up stuffs and such. we dropped hazel off at the gp’s. and birthday date-night commenced: oysters, mussels & romance at maude’s liquor bar followed by a 9:30 movie. the descendants. i sobbed so loud it was uncomfortable (for both me and others). sunday morning baby pick-up soft boiled eggs with mom and dad back home to clean and prep for our… superbowl/birthday gathering! el brought 7 layer dip. mom was in charge of the cake. we took care of the rest, including the red carpet. we were a house divided (apparently I was the only one wooed by Tom Brady’s face.) we all agreed on the halftime show though. madonna looked good, if not a little awkward. simon grilled everyone ate hazel showed off her newfound mastery of walking. speed walking, almost.
they sang happy birthday.
i blew out candles
and with that, both my birthday and the weekend came to a close.
In 1933, F. Scott Fitzgerald ended a letter to his 11-year-old daughter, Scottie, with the following:
Things to worry about:
Worry about courage Worry about cleanliness Worry about efficiency Worry about horsemanship
Things not to worry about:
Don’t worry about popular opinion Don’t worry about dolls Don’t worry about the past Don’t worry about the future Don’t worry about growing up Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you Don’t worry about triumph Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault Don’t worry about mosquitoes Don’t worry about flies Don’t worry about insects in general Don’t worry about parents Don’t worry about boys Don’t worry about disappointments Don’t worry about pleasures Don’t worry about satisfactions
Things to think about:
What am I really aiming at? How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:
(a) Scholarship (b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them? (c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?