Denaye Barahona

four simple things #02

What we are eating: Ugly fruits and vegetables. We get pretty used to seeing fruits and vegetables look identical to one another. We have been trying to seek out “ugly” or unique produce in our shopping—because they taste good too. What we are playing: Plastic Scooters. We live in Texas. So in August, indoor play …

four simple things #01

What we are eating: Slow cooker shredded chicken. A big pot of this simple shredded chicken on Sunday night is the best thing to have on hand for a busy week. I throw it on salads, scrambled eggs, tacos—the possibilities are endless. What we are playing: Thomas Minis We are preparing to head out for …

The Bad Behavior I am Ignoring

The babysitter was giving the baby a bottle this week. She set it down on the table. The toddler picked it up and chucked it across the room. Sound familiar? Afterwards, she asked me for advice on how to handle it–she wanted to know what I would have done. My advice? I would have ignored …

3 reasons you should travel with young children

3 reasons to take your kids to see the real (non-Disney) world.

I am frequently told that it’s a waste of time to travel with kids because “they won’t remember it anyways”. Parents who are more experienced than myself usually advise me to wait until our kids are older–maybe 10, 11, or 12 years? I smile and nod politely—but the truth is I disagree. We recently returned …

A Case Against Childproofing

American mother Debra Ollivier gave birth to her first child in Paris. When her baby reached the age of mobility, she shares, “I baby-proofed our apartment with rubber edge liners, covers on electrical sockets, latches on windows, locks on drawers and toilet seat guards… my French neighbor Genevieve took one look at our place and …

A System to Limit Screen Time

It had been a very long day. I was potty training a toddler and surviving with an infant taking 45-minute naps. As bedtime grew near, the toddler told me, “Mama, I give you hug.” I welcomed his sweet embrace. He pulled my ear close to his mouth and whispered in his softest 2-year-old voice, “I …