Tech for good

– 8:38 am

When should children be introduced to technology

I am currently at Gatwick Airport Gate 1 reflecting, and thinking about you, technology and our role as primary caregivers in your introduction to it. According to this, “When the child is between 18 to about 24 months, they recommend that tech devices can be introduced to the child up to a limit of 30mins per day on the devices, TV screens, and others.”

Inevitably, you’ve seen phones, laptops and tablets but we’ve more or less stayed within these parameters, leaning more towards micro dosage. Our first stance is no phones, screens or tablets. However, as we know, Tiny Desk has a big influence on you sonically, and without being there in person, it can only be streamed. The magic is finding a middle ground between entertainment and overstimulation. That’s no easy thing (given we can’t measure either). In that sense, abstinence seems logical.

To put some makeup on this, you’ve been in Riga (with your mum and grandparents) coming up to a fortnight. You’ll turn two there hence my weekend trip. So far, technology has mediated our interactions via video calls and media-rich texts. Thus, it’s fair to say you’ve had some screen time. Not much but more than usual, necessitated and amplified by distance.

I’m also half thinking maybe cumulatively you’ve had even less time onscreen. Your mum isn’t one to stay put, and from the pictures, there hasn’t been room for Tiny Desk. So perhaps my reflections are more visceral than actual. Anyhow, I’m on the plane. Embrace soon.

Tempus fugit

– 11:45 am

Happy second birthday

It honestly feels like you were born yesterday. You just turned one the other day and now you’re two already. I don’t know how. Crazy!


The last time we spoke, I was at the airport on my way to you. It was a soft landing and Riga hasn’t changed much. (We go too often enough to notice anyway.) We spent your birthday at Neptuns where your mother and I have been frequenting for as long as we’ve been going to Latvia. She coordinated everything from guests to logistics, as she does. I just showed up. All praise to her.


We arrived for lunch and spent most of the day walking the beach with Dace, Kostia & Ginta, their respective kids, your grandma, and Ieva and her mum (besties with your grandma). Your grandpa was the only notable absentee. He was in the hospital recovering from viral meningitis. He’s been plagued with the virus his entire stay, nearly a fortnight now. There’s no cure for it either. But he’s well on the mend and as of the time of writing, seems to be a thing of the past.


Your speech has also massively improved, be it in Russian or English. I’m amazed at the ease with which you use them interchangeably, without much effort (it seems). I guess you know no different so it must come to you naturally. Sentences aren’t a long way away now. But it’s not just your ability to pull from memory that is impressive, it’s more so the ability to apply context when using words like ‘here, there, this or that’. For example, ‘that, over there’. I didn’t think you capable of such framing. But I guess we’re all surprising each other.


The remainder of the holiday was spent restfully, with nothing of note. From age two, the airline prescribes a seat (that isn’t one of our laps). So that’s how we flew back.

In other news, yesterday we visited a nursery a stone’s throw from the house which we think would be great for you. Marc & Jess swear by it. They (well Jess) pestered their way in, calling day in and day out asking for vacancies. They were just a nuisance (her words not mine).

We’ve been on the waiting list for a time and finally got the call of an opening. It’s nothing fancy but everything I think a child needs. It feels like a family raising 20 or so kids, across varying age groups. It’s unrecognizable as nothing more than a house. It’s the perfect setting. The nursery is called Child’s Play (and yes I also rolled my eyes at the originality). We’ll see how you feel about it all.


Child’s Play

– 1:14 pm

Day 1 – Lian is doing really well and is happily playing alongside Riley in the garden.

That was the headline from the nursery where you’ve been throughout the month, three times a week. The name has grown on me. I squirmed initially but now I think it fits the tin rather perfectly.

Child's Play

The drop-offs have been dramatic – tears, screaming, and a general sense of abandonment (by both parties). Today, however, (Oct 11, 2024,) your mother said you were very mature about it all; “very serious”, she said. You ran through the alleyway, knocked on the door, went in and that was it. She waved and left.

I have to keep reminding myself why we’re doing this, why we’re sending you off to this place to spend an entire day with strangers. I am grappling with this concept from an emotional standpoint.

Logically, we’re doing it to give you more of everything, everything an active two-year-old needs. More engagement, more time outside, more toys to play with problems to solve in a fun way, more challenges to overcome, more people to meet and interact with, more ideas to ponder, and more life to live. With our current schedules, it’s impossible to check all these boxes, not between dinner preps and work commitments.

Your grandparents have done an exceptional job raising you so far but they also need a break. Your energy levels are travelling in opposite directions. Nursery means we can give you the best of ourselves when we have you, fatigue-free. The separation unites us in the evenings. The quality is better.

Nevertheless, the emotional turmoil of walking away while you weep is still something we (or at least I) haven’t normalized. That will take some time. That said, you love the place. You are the chef’s favourite because you eat all the food she makes and Katie your key person has nothing but good things to say about you from behaviour to etiquette. I do however take all of that with a smidgen of salt. What else are they supposed to say right? So I can’t lean into that too much. These comments aren’t all that surprising though. You are extremely well-behaved, especially in public. So in all, nursery is going well and it’s a good thing for you.


A few Saturdays ago, late last month, Liza and I took you to the barbers for your first trim outside both houses. (I’ve cut your hair before and your grandmother trims your sides all the time when you’re eating). Started with tears and ended with “Actually, this isn’t so bad. Anyway, are we done? Alright, let’s get the fuck outta here”.

I’m also teaching you basic sign language. We’re five gestures in. I am in awe of how well you retain and playback information. It’s frightening. It catches me off guard all the time. At the time of writing, you can say and recognise “yes”, “no”, “baby maybe”, “please”, “thank you”, and “are you OK?”. It only took about a day or so to incept and now I just repeat whenever the occasion to use arises. You’re ready for new words.