My little one is enamored with everything to do with sewing. I am hoping for aunties and uncles and grandmothers to teach her, because all I do is sew up holes! The machine is not mine; I have a sewing friend who was practicing on an outfit of mine.
This summer brought huge steps for the kids’ Bangla. We wanted to make sure Elias was reading and writing in his mother tongue first — and then came the question of HOW we teach him Bangla. Our friends gave us a handwriting book and a tutor has made learning fun. But really now learning is just a game between father and son. As for the sentence below, you’ll have to guess what it means! About one-fifth of the world can read and write Bangla, so why don’t you learn too? It’s a beautiful language.
Cycles, friends, climbing trees, playing with chalk, running races, Simon says. Alot of fun in a little bit of space. Maybe when the kids grow up and come see the space where they grew up, they will be surprised at how small the driveway was!
Most Bengalis never use the kind of knife that we Westerners have. They use a curved knife called a boti that rests on the floor, and is held upright with you foot anchoring it. Cooks are so skilled with this boti that they can peel round potatoes with even less wastage than a peeler. When I was learning how to cut with a boti, it seemed like the whole village turned out the laugh at me. But my daughter, she’s not going to have to learn the hard way! She’s already a natural.