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Goodbye, titi :(

Dear Js,
It’s been 4 months since I last wrote. I really fell off the horse this time. And now I’m trying to climb back on. Forgive my sloppiness as I dump stuff on here to catch back up.
The last draft I had in

First visit to Grandma & Grandpa’s home (+ uncle’s wedding)

Dear Js,
Oh man. We’re finally back home. You have no idea. So happy to be home. And now that we’re finally over our jetlag, let me tell you how it went…
Act 1: Plane ride to KL. It started alright. We had tons of

We’re home :) (+ happy birthday mama!)

Dear Js,
Buying a house felt like a scam. You sign papers that say you’re buying a house. But no house. You wire money into a stranger’s bank account. Still no house. It’s a lot of waiting, punctuated by “urgent! time sensitive!” demands from the

“I don’t want to go to bed” (+ goodbye old home, hello new home)

Dear j,
Here we go again. J’s got the bedtime routine down now. But now that you’re two you are starting the “I don’t want to go to bed” thing. To make matters worse, mama’s weaning you off bedtime nursing. That was how you went

j’s first day at preschool

Dear Js,
I love how comedians tell stories. I love how they can capture an audience and make them laugh. Here’s an example with Louis C.K. telling a story about his boat disaster with his kids — it’s from Jerry Seinfeld’s new series Comedians in

Happy birthday, j

Dear Js,
So… I finally have something to start this letter with, because I almost killed you again. Let me tell you what happened. I’ll describe it almost exactly as I told mama after we made it back home, covered with mud and stinky with

Sprinkler stomping

Dear Js,
You two came back from school, asleep, with no pants on. I asked, “What happened to his pants?” Mama said you guys got them soaked in mud. Both of you were so tired, you slept from 5.30pm thru dinner. No bath. J, you

2 more ways to fail at dadding

Dear j,
The life of a parent is being worried about when you’ll screw up next. You fear that one of those goofups will result in your kids losing a finger, a tooth or an eye. Sometimes, no matter how much you worry, one of