Jae-Ha Kim

For my husband’s first Father’s Day, I wanted to make something special. So I cut out cardboard letters, took my then 14-month-old baby outside and did an impromptu photo shoot that went something like this: Kyle toddled away and refused to pose for pictures. Can you believe it? An uncooperative one-year-old?

Months before Kyle joined our family, I began putting together his wardrobe. Thanks to a friend who worked at Baby Gap and clued me in on the store’s upcoming sales, I was able to stock up on a nice array of clothes without spending too much money. It’s hard to believe, though, that my days of shopping at Baby Gap are numbered. Kyle is 5 now, and my guess is this is the last year he’ll be able to fit in their clothes.

I was invited to go to a swimming pool with a friend and her family. I remember being really excited about getting to play in a real pool. Per the admittance requirements, we all rinsed off in the locker room and waited in line. One by one, we stuck our arms out so that a park district employee could rub his or her fingers on our forearm to ensure our cleanliness. The whole thing sounds crazy now. But those were part of the rules, I guess.

For this month’s prize, I’ve teamed up with New Video, the distributor of the Scholastic Storybook Treasures series, to give away two copies of the children’s DVD BINK & GOLLIE… AND MORE STORIES ABOUT FRIENDSHIP. This new compilation tells the story of two very different girls (Bink and Gollie) who are the best of friends, but don’t agree on anything. Yet, they find a way to make their friendship work.

For too long, Asians have had a reputation as being meek, smart, well disciplined and bad at sports. Look at Jeremy Lin. Despite playing at an elite level and leading his high school and college teams to championships, he was overlooked by the NBA. Maybe the instructors saw Kyle and his blue-eyed, blonde-haired friend and assumed that my son would be the weaker swimmer. I’m sure they never heard of Olympic gold medalist swimmer Park Tae-hwan, who is the Michael Phelps of Korea.

My son had his first day of Korean school today. You know. The dreaded Saturday spent in a classroom learning a language that none of your friends speak. I’m proud to say that he did great.

There’s a funny video floating around on social media that’s getting a lot of attention. It shows a young woman of Asian descent preparing for a jog. A white man starts a conversation with her with the dreaded, “Where are you from?” For a lot of people, this is an innocuous enough question. If you say, “Maine,” or “California,” or “Florida,” that’s usually the end of the conversation. But if you look like I do, the series of questions won’t stop until your lineage is traced back to ancient fill-in-the-blank.

I was looking through some old photos, and I found this picture. My husband was testing a waterproof camera and got this shot of our son (then two-years old) playing in one of the pools at the Kalahari Waterpark in the Wisconsin Dells. I ending up writing about the trip for the New York Post. This photo didn’t make it in. So, here it is.

In honor of tonight’s season finale of “The Big Bang Theory,” I thought I’d have a bongo-off with Sheldon Cooper. Who’s the winner? You be the judge.

I’m a sucker for hand prints. Foot prints, too. This year for Mother’s Day, Kyle made me a gift designed around his hand prints at preschool.