Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
The one where you want someone else to see all the cool clouds floating by exactly the way you see them, but they just look up for a second and say, “yeah, cool?” That shit used to make me sad, but then I realized that clouds aren’t as cool when you’re holding bubbles, and you don’t hold bubbles as much when you’re older.
Max draws and/or paints every day. He could draw better than me at age 2, which is not saying much, but still… he must have his mother’s drawing skills. This horse really tickles me.
These were probably taken at Gilroy Gardens, but it’s hard to say since we rode so many carousels on our trip home. It’s definitely not the Santa Ana zoo, either of the South Coast Plaza ones, or the one that used to be at Balboa Island, since the new owners are apparently complete dumbasses who forced the 80-year-old attraction away from the iconic Fun Zone. Such is progress when shitbirds call the shots.
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Mommy will be back soon.
Trying something new today: Mina went to stay with Nam’s family, and Max is with daddy. They’ve never been split apart like this and I was curious to see how they would cope. So far, it’s just not been an issue for Max; we’ve had a blast eating yogurt, playing with legos and drawing pictures. No call from the in-laws means Mina is probably fine, too. Who could have guessed?
Nam left for Japan last night and will return in exactly one week. Mina slept like a log, but Max woke up a bunch of times and needed attention… I’m sure they’ll take turns throughout the week, but for today, Mina is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Max is eating and recharging slowly, and daddy needs a lot more sleep. Luckily, our favorite nanny (P’Kaew) is working for us again and comes every day to help out.
