Molly Bath

We like to think we have an international house in which we are raising our children. It is just something we like to think. There is nothing about our house, or anything that resides within to indicate that we are international. Most people who would enter our house would think we are from the United States of America, and a little messy. Ok, maybe a little more than a little messy, but definitely from the USA.

Some things we do have that are a touch of the world are books that help people learn French. Mommy was a French major in college, and I think it would be amazing to have a bilingual child. Maybe we'll adopt.

The books are fascinating. The are cutesy little stories about a dog who steps in horse poop; a girl with too many stuffed animals; an elephant and a giraffe who want to be like each other. At the top is the English, and at the bottom is the French. When pressed, Mommy will read the French to Tahlia. Sometimes, I read the words at the bottom to Tahlia. I wouldn't say I read the French to Tahlia, it really is that I phonetically pronounce the words at the bottom which definitely isn't how they would be pronounced in French. But I have fun, and sometimes, when I have memorized how Mommy has said all of the words, I can recite them very well.

One of the books is about a little girl named Molly. Her dad has promised her a story if she quickly moves through her nighttime routine. Molly rushes to the bathroom and washes her face and brushes her teeth, only to find her dad "fast asleep and snoring."

One day, we were in a rush. We needed to quickly have her in bed. Molly and Molly's bath came to mind.

Now, rather than always giving her a bath, quiet often we do Molly bath, which is a facecloth, and a quick wipe of her face and hands to clean of the grime of the day. Very international.