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I must be the last birthy person on earth to watch the movie “Babies,” but I finally did; what took me so long!? What an adorable movie. With the rare intelligible spoken word and even less music, it might not be the biggest hit with the zippy-paced, second-long attention span’d folks, but I bet it’ll grab even the least likely person in your family. I mean, c’mon… babies? Who couldn’t love them? 

Synopsis’ and reviews abound, so I’ll not go into those minute details. Instead, I’ll talk about the parts that struck me –and I bet many of you as well. 

Cast of Characters – and I do mean characters!- the babies, Ponijao from Namibia, Africa; Hattie from San Francisco, North America; Bayar in Mongolia, Asia and Mari in Tokyo, also in Asia are shown from birth to one year of age. We’re able to see the range of activities babies universally demonstrate; everything from sleeping and pooping to temper tantrums and learning to walk. I laughed as Bayar sat unrolling the toilet paper… how many times that happened in my own household! And it must certainly comfort many a mama to know it isn’t just their baby that hollers all night long. 


I loved seeing breastfeeding as such a natural experience, the women in Namibia seeming to nurse the longest, although I suspect Bayar also nursed longer than many (most?) American babies. I mean, where would his mom store formula in a yurt? Because there wasn’t dialogue, we were left to wonder if the one African mom had twins or was nursing another woman’s baby. I’m willing to bet there was at least some baby-sharing going on. If for no other reason, I’d love new moms to watch the movie to see the lack of clock watching by the mothers not in industrialized cultures. Wearing the babies was normal, as was an almost continuous offering of the breast. We can learn a lot from that easy-going attitude, yes? It was great seeing one of the moms squirting breast milk all over her baby’s face, wiping the dirt (and germs!) away with a cloth. It can take a lot of convincing to get an American mom to squirt milk into her child’s goopy eyes… and look! we aren’t alone in this easy and free method of clearing up infections. I’d love to know if breast milk was put on cuts and scrapes of other family members, too. 


Hollywood is known for loathing scenes with babies and animals, but “Babies” delights in watching both interact. The babies poke, pull and try to ride cats and dogs. Oh, how tolerant our pets are! I laughed knowingly. However, I did cringe when one of the moms sat skinning the family cat, most assuredly for food. Her baby wasn’t the least bit perturbed, yet I wondered if an older child might have had more of a reaction. 

Alternately, I laughed when the baby sat in his stroller surrounded by cattle. He didn’t even bat an eye! 


When it came to cleanliness, I surprised myself at my squirminess when the African babies lived on the dirt (when they weren’t in arms). I’ve been one of those moms that didn’t wig out about the kids being dirty –immunizations!- I’d proclaim. But to think of the babies crawling around on the dirt that animals (and humans?) peed and pooped on… bled on… it was just gross to me. Seeing a baby pick up a random bone and gnaw on it flared a wonder: Might the infant and child mortality rate be so high partly because of this regular part of (non-industrialized) African life? I have no idea if that is an absurd thought or not and am sure those that work closely with different areas take that into consideration, but it struck me several times while watching the movie. At the least, I was confronted with my own ethnocentrism; I paid attention. A couple of hours after the movie, I had the thought that we all came from this background; somewhere in our ancestry, we all lived on the ground… and made it just fine. 

The juxtaposition of the dirt-crawling babies with the almost overly-clean American and Japanese kids was striking. Strollers kept the babes far from the “dirty” earth and daily baths as well as washing machines gave everyone the well-scrubbed glow so many of us think of as privilege. But, is it always? What did the African mom think of the American baby when she watched the film three years after its making? I would love to sit with her and ask. And the American mom, was she concerned about the babies playing in the water? Was she worried the babies might drown? We’re taught not to leave babies near even a cup of water because they might drown in it, yet some of these babies splashed around unsupervised. 

I did love seeing the Mongolian mother bathing her son, sipping water (certainly cold) and then gently spitting it over her baby’s backside. Now, that’s love right there. Amusingly, even though there didn’t seem to be warm water, a satellite dish hovered over the yurt and a stroller made an appearance late in the movie. I can’t imagine how they got there! The mom left the hospital with the new baby on a motorcycle. Was someone hired to carry the dish out to them as well as set them up? 

Formal Learning

In Japan, I watched as those babies and toddlers received sensory input after learning opportunity, moms and dads equally partaking in stimulating their children. Is this the opposite of unschooling? I’ve wondered what the next generation will bring, what the unschooled children will contribute to our lives and culture. If we put them up against these (possibly over-) stimulated kids, who will be more productive? (And I do not just mean who will make more money.) 

Glaring African Differences

So, not wanting to be racist (and please tell me if I am being so), I’ve noticed that African-American (I tend to use the term “Black,” but am unsure if that’s the PC term… I use it because Blacks [in my small world] don’t all endorse the term African-anything) babies walk a lot earlier than Anglo babies. From what I’ve seen, the babies are merely expected to, so do. When I saw the same thing in “Babies,” the African babies… under a year old… being encouraged to walk instead of being picked up, I wondered where the patience came from to not hurry the child along and if that was a long-standing cultural tradition. I’d love to ask a behavioral anthropologist one day. 

Panijao is shown learning how to balance a bowl on her head. She’s being shown by mom and then by her brother. I sat with my mouth hanging open at the capabilites of a child I would never have presumed in my own children. What more are all our children able to do but are coddled into avoiding, sometimes their whole lives? M’thinks the movie should be shown in different classes in high school and college… and discussed, pointing out the cultural variations and how we might capitalize on the knowledge of other cultures instead of always assuming they need to capitalize on ours. 


How amusing, the satellite dish, an Internet connection, a cell phone –out in Mongolia! There is nowhere safe (so to speak) from technology now. Unless a person consciously removes themselves from society, they are caught up in the Web… literally. 

The movie whetted my appetite for information about how the different cultures go through daily life and a hunger for knowledge about various rites of passage. In another life, I would have been an anthropologist. 

I do encourage all mamas, dads, parents-to-be to watch “Babies.” It’ll surely make you laugh and nod and you’ll find yourself thinking, “Oh how glad I’m not alone.” 

Even when it feels like we are, it’s certainly reassuring to know we are not. I know I feel better anyway.

(Please read the comments; I missed several points that others made, most especially about Bayar in Mongolia remaining nearly immobilized the entire first year. It didn't even dawn on me that he was! I'll have to watch it again. The commenters made great observations.)

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I really enjoy reading your blog and i appreciate your honesty on all subjects. You always provide a good read. I have been wanting to watch this film for awhile and I am determined to go out and rent it tonight after reading this post. Thank you

November 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJocelyn

Panijao is a girl :)

November 9, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermamavee

I'm surprised you didn't comment on the Mongolian baby's life. He basically spent his entire first year with his legs tied together on the bed, and then later tied to a pole in the center of the yurt. He was left alone for the majority of the time he was shown with no other people to interact with - or with his brother who just beat up on him or got him trouble. He was last to walk - maybe because he wasn't allowed to use his legs for so long? And every interaction with his mother seemed lacking in any affection. It was like she was just going through the motions of care. I expected to see babywearing and a Continuum Concept type of childrearing for the tribal babies, so I was shocked at how he was treated. The African baby probably had the best life in that way, but I was also really grossed out at the dirt he lived in.

November 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJennifer Z.

I´m quite sure Ponijao is a girl? I interpreted the head balansing training as spesifically for girls, as the older boy (who´s to say the were related?) didn´t seem to feel the need to try it out.

I had the same reaction as you about the water and dirt in Namibia. I occationally work as a temp in a daycare/preschool (I don´t know what the difference is) here in Norway, and the kids would NEVER be allowed to play unsupervised like that.

But except for the poor hygiene i actually think the Himba kids (Namibia) seemed to be the happiest. Their mothers were there all the time, but didn´t interfere with the kids play.

(Sorry for any spelling mistakes. English isn´t my first language)

November 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMaria

My favorite part was the older Mongolian brother dragging the cat about by it's neck. I thought, that is SUCH a two-year-old thing to do!

November 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBecky

How in the world could I miss that Ponijao is a girl?!? I should have watched it and written at the same time; I usually do that. I'll go correct it. And that makes perfect sense why *she* would have been learning how to carry something on her head. Sometimes, Barb.... *laughing*

November 9, 2010 | Registered CommenterNavelgazing Midwife

I loved this movie!

"..pointing out the cultural variations and how we might capitalize on the knowledge of other cultures instead of always assuming they need to capitalize on ours." --> The view of the anthropologist! :)

"How amusing, the satellite dish, an Internet connection, a cell phone –out in Mongolia!" --> did you hear that they have wireless access on Mt Everest now?? crazy!

Here is my review of the Babies movie!

November 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterEmily, Anthro Doula

Loved the movie too.

A note on the African babies...my husband is from East Africa. His infancy was much like these babies. I too loved the freedom from clocks, the relaxed, cheerful life that was presented. The babies were adorable. Loved the breastfeeding and just the general calm of life that was shown. It reminded me a lot of the interactions I saw between mothers and babies in my hubby's country, and the babies' overall contentedness.

It is by no means racist or ethnocentric to wonder about the dirt/germs and infant mortality question. Fact is, while the human race survived living many generations much like that, there *was* a huge mortality rate. Still is, in those parts of the world. My husband worked in rural health clinics and their most effective and workable life-saving stuff is just basic, basic hygiene. Not sterilizing every surface, but setting up latrines in places where they won't seep into drinking water, and creating (ingenious) hand-washing stations by latrines using whatever can be scrounged up. In his country, there is a type of silicone in the dirt that causes severe disabling elephantiasis. In the States being barefoot is associated with being carefree and a little romantic. There, going barefoot could cost your health and your ability to earn any kind of income or even grow your own food.

While we can see some benefits from a life that is not sterile and cloroxed-to-death, there is also a point where the balance tips in the wrong direction on the other side of that equation.

Re: the Mongolian baby...for whatever reason, my family has seen several documentaries and docu/movies about life in Mongolia. So I wasn't surprised by the way that particular baby was raised. It seemed to be the norm through all those movies. Though I object on the grounds of safety to a lot of the things that were done, it seems to be partly a function of living a fairly isolated and nomadic life. That is a very harsh environment to live in. Whether the baby is inside or out, there are dangers. Either mom has to find a way to keep the baby safe inside while she's out tending to animals, or juggle baby and keep him safe and warm while dealing with large, pushy, animals. I did see some affection from the mother but I think we missed that a little because the work she had to do was fairly constant and consuming.

November 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMargaret

A few thoughts, based on my experiences living in a rural farming community in Paraguay (Peace Corps - health educator), which is obviously not the same as Mongolia or Namibia, but has enough overlap in some of the lifestyle that I'm going to comment ...

The dirt is kind of gross but only a big deal in the context of larger sanitation issues. Where I lived, most houses had dirt floors and chickens and ducks wandered in an out of the houses and shat on the floors. Kids also pooped on the floor because they were scared to go to the latrine (which, admittedly, was a smelly, gross place), and the moms would sweep it up. The poop on the ground does provide a vector for intestinal parasites, and a lot of kids have intestinal parasites, and occasionally, babies and kids do die of them. It's not the primary issue, though.

The main thing we do here that controls intestinal maladies is we flush our poop through tubes to sewage treatment plants so that flies can't walk on the poop and then walk on our food. We also have running water, so washing hands, dishes, food, bodies is all a breeze, but even that wouldn't be as effective if our poop was in an open latrine.

Other major contributors to infant mortality are no vaccinations for common childhood ailments, no medical care for babies born compromised, no medical care for babies who get sick, malnourishment of older children so that their immune systems are compromised, etc.

As for Bayar, first of all, we have this tendency to think that "traditional" or "primitive" people somehow have a purer, more intuitive, better way of doing things, and we're all alienated from our true nature in our industrialized society. The truth is that child-rearing practices have been all over the place in all manner of societies, and most cultures have a combination of helpful and harmful practices, just like ours. You might have noticed that Bayar was immobilized. You might also have noticed that his mother was very busy. She had a lot of work to do and no one to help her with it or the children. You might have also noticed that they didn't have a yard and if he started wandering, he might have gone a long way. You might also have noticed that he grew up just fine - still alive, walking and talking.

Lots of "traditional" cultures don't wear their babies or attend very promptly to their needs. Lots of cultures have the idea that children should not be spoiled or shown too much affection because it will make them soft and life is hard. Attachment Parenting is not necessarily more "natural."

In Paraguay, mestizos considered baby-wearing an "Indian" thing and would never do it. Care of younger children was farmed out to older siblings. First or second children of women who didn't live around their families often got neglected as mom had to do laundry by hand, harvest crops, gather firewood, butcher animals, etc. I remember arriving at one woman's house to find her son barricaded in one of the rooms of their two-room house with beer crates. He was walking and getting into everything, and yes, he was crying and upset, but she had to do what she had to do while keeping him safe and she didn't have a baby gate.

re: technology ... you would be amazed. In Paraguay, guys went around in trucks and on motorcycles installing satellite dishes and cell phone antennas. I don't get the impression that Bayar's family is poor by Mongolian standards. They have a lot of animals, which means they have access to money, which means they can buy things, but they still wouldn't have amenities that require public infrastructure.

Lastly, I loved this movie. I kind of want to see it again. And I do really wonder what all the moms thought. In particular, I thought how cool it would be for the mother in Namibia to see her child again as a baby when they don't have pictures or videos. I mean, it would be amazing for any family to have that sort of record of their child's first year, but I wonder especially what it would be like when you normally don't have any sort of record.

November 9, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterchingona

I love that movie. I have it playing in the background at the birth center on prenatal days; started that recently. Since I started it, moms who haven't seen it yet don't want to come in for their visit as they are hooked on the babies! :-)

November 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMonique Moya

I watched it this evening and loved it.

Some of your questions about what the mothers would think of the other cultures are answered <A HREF="http://filminfocus.com/article/babies___meet_the_parents">here</A> in an interview with each set of parents. And wow.. Ponijao has eight older siblings!

The Namibian family were beautiful. Ponijao seemed so content, like she just slotted right in. They face so much hardship and danger, but the women and babies seemed to laugh a lot.

I know we only see snapshots but I found the SF family rather too try-hard with all their baby manuals and chanting classes... and the Tokyo family seemed to always be waving something in the baby's face. When she was left alone for a short while, she cried and didn't know what to do. I think there's perhaps too much emphasis in our culture on reading to children, playing with them and constantly stimulating them. My suspicion is that children are more content exploring the world in their own time.

Poor little Bayar though seemed to be left for such long periods, he was at the other extreme.

A wonderful movie. Autumn enjoyed it too. I think it was really good for her to watch this.

November 10, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKatharyne

I really liked this post. On the dirt thing, it's not playing in the dirt that kills people over here, for the record, I live in Uganda, it's a mixture of things, but I guarantee you it's not dirt related, not in that way anyway.

These are the three things that kill us over here:

- Move to suburban living, instead of our original agrarian living. Hence the huge numbers of people starving because they can no longer grow their food to feed themselves and that means vast tracks of perfectly good land are not being used. So if there is a drought the current farmed land is not enough to sustain the population.

- Malaria, obviously that's better dealt with by sleeping under a net and covering the skin, insect repellants only go so far and they're not a good idea to use all the time and the cost would be ridiculous, best thing is to cover up by dusk and sleep under a net. Depending on the country that's usually our number one preventable killer, and it's got nothing to do with playing in the dirt, or gnawing a bone. :-)

- Dirty water, again, usually affects groups who have a lot of people living together in unsanitary conditions, it usually affects large villages or poor people in suburbs, very rare to get the rich or the people who live in smaller villages. Cholera and typhoid are pretty nasty, I had typhoid last year, it wasn't that bad actually because I kicked its arse by drinking my weight in ORS, but lots of people won't drink the stuff and so they die. To be honest, so many people die here of things like that or malaria because they are too lazy to seek out treatment, sure some can't afford, but lots are just lazy, and when it comes to ORS plenty of people die because they, haha, get this 'don't like the taste'. Personally when you're delirious and are thinking your limbs are dying children ORS just tastes like milk.

Any way, they're definitely not getting sick because they play in dirt, so rest easy, that's not the reason. :-) Besides, that's what the breast milk is for, the mother would carry immunity to just about any thing that the dirt could ever give the kid.

Oh, I should add, this isn't such a big killer but it's worth noting that so many babies die here because of formula being pushed on them by aid groups. We're told it's better than breast milk and so we feed the kids formula, with dirty water and most women thin it out to last longer, so the babies are either starving to death from formula or dying from the dirty water in the formula.

November 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDeTamble

DT: Fascinating and way helpful. Thank you so much for elaborating. What, if I may ask, are you doing there? Living? A native Ugandan? (Your English is impeccable.) I'd love to hear more!

November 11, 2010 | Registered CommenterNavelgazing Midwife

Right, and the race thing. I don't see how that's racist. Racism is putting a race or races down in what ever way to make another race or races better. Noticing what may be a difference is not racist, only when those differences are used to actively put down other people is it racist.

Can't help you on the African American thing, but from an African, I don't see that Black is racist, it's not like you said Blacks are lesser than Whites, and frankly people who get that connotation from a simple differential between groups of people are being morons. So no, I don't see how calling Black people Black, is racist, it's like saying that calling French people French is racist.

I think children here are just encouraged to join in with family responsibility, there's a lot to do, carting babies around all the time who can walk does not cut it here and strollers don't work, too many pot holes. I don't really think we walk before White babies, I think maybe we're just left alone more so we end up figuring it out faster. Probably helpful too that our parents don't usually try to walk us, you know, hands under arm pits, go on baby, walk toward the jangling keys or some thing like that, and none of those walker things where the baby sits in a chair and 'walks' it around.

I think it's just parenting styles....although, in saying that, I have read that Black people do make muscle faster than White people, so possibly it really is a race thing, maybe the Black babies end up being stronger faster, hence the earlier walking...but probably got more to do with the fact that parents here need their babies help as fast as possible and we all know toddlers love to help and so it is really encouraged; and you'd be surprised just how much water those tiny kids can carry in their jerry cans, they out-compete each other too, very useful for the Mamas. It is sad when a seven year old can carry more than I can, at twenty-two, talk about depressing, and they really rub it in too! :-)

November 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDeTamble

DeTamble... I want to interview you! May I make a list of questions and have you answer them? Pleasepleaseplease?

My email addie is Navel gazing Mid wife at g mail dot com. I would love to know more... and *know* many others would, too!

November 11, 2010 | Registered CommenterNavelgazing Midwife

I live here, so I guess I do the same things that all the other people do. I live in a small house, it has dodgy electricity and running water, two rooms if you don't include the bath room. So not a hut. :-) I grew up in a caravan though, not your normal child hood. My Mother is Australian, my Father is half Chinese (Father) and half Dutch (Mother). Travelling hippies, I grew up here.

My English is tons better than my parents because I am a Grammar Nazi, and because I am a BBC mini-seriesholic. :D Also, my husband, who is a full Ugandan could out Grammar Nazi any one in the world, it's kind of catching. It's also debilitating, because I crack the shits if I get some thing wrong!

English is the spoken language in the schools here, but too be honest, it's awful! Horrible! It isn't English, I swear, it just occasionaly looks like it! I can't read the newspaper here, it burns my eyes! I think they can't use spell check because the spell check hasn't even got a clue what they're writing!

Yeah, well that's my rant. :-)

I guess then I should mention I'm not actually Black, but when you're the only non-Black kid around you tend to forget you look at all different. I still followed White people around and 'oooohed' and 'ahhhed' over them, even though, for all intents and purposes I was White too. Even now, I have to be reminded by other people that I look different, it's just not something you think about when every single other person you see is Black. I guess it's like a kid with a disability, they don't usually notice until it is pointed out to them.

On a birth note, since I'm pregnant right now, my Husband calls my linea nigra my nigger line, and then cracks him self up. So over here, what could very well be racist in America is not racist and just seen as comical because people get so worked up about it. Racism seems to be distorted very badly over there, people forget what racism truly means and label so many things racist when it's more to do with class or a whole heap of other things. It's sad, we see it on TV here, what happens over there in terms of race, quite depressing really, people seem to box themselves in these narrow identities and then it's all about race and other things just get over-looked.

Like tribalism here, which would be called racism if it was actually race related, but it's tribe related. Just like so many things can be class related, but are called racist, ends up distorting what all these things really are.

Sorry, that got a little long. :-)

November 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDeTamble

I love this movie! It's the only DVD that Delilah has seen ever. She's equally enthralled with it. I pop it in when I need 10 minutes to do some task.

November 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterGail

I watched this recently too. I have a ten month old little boy, which I am trying to raise "free range." Overall I really liked the movie. What I really liked was how it showed each of the 4 babies hitting their developmental milestones and growing up in their very different circumstances. It was a great reminder as an American parent, that my kid is going to be just fine wether I can afford to buy him some fancy plastic toy or not! I say bring on the dirt!

November 13, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAllison

I've been reading your blog and really enjoying it! Had a couple of comments about this (really interesting) post.

First, I wouldn't feel bad about using Black instead of African American. African American, though correct in some case, is very American centric. There are black people in the rest of the western world too. In Canada, for example, it would make no sense to call black people "African American". So that's another reason to stick to the term "black"!

Second, although Ponijao was indeed a girl, just wanted to point out that men in Africa (at least in the part I've been to: Rwanda) also carry things on their heads. Not as much, but they definitely know how and do it somewhat regularly. So it wouldn't necessary have made sense to conclude from the carrying-on-head that Ponijao was a girl.

November 13, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMélissa

Barb, have you ever read Our Babies, Ourselves?

November 15, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMomnbabyrn

I haven't. Do tell!

November 15, 2010 | Registered CommenterNavelgazing Midwife

I saw this in theaters with my mom. I was 8 months pregnant at the time and enjoyed the whole experience. The theater was full of women probably in the 50+ age range and there was much knowing laughter. The scene that seemed to capture them all the most was when Mari was playing with toys and dissolved into a fit. One woman actually said out loud, "I feel a nap coming on!"

My husband and I live in Rwanda (he's teaching for an international school) and I get to experience the cultural differences in raising babies every day. I babywear, but get strange looks since the baby is on my front/side instead of my back. I dress her for what I feel is appropriate to the weather, but people are always trying to cover up her "fragile" white skin. I've also discovered that Rwandans tend to not take their babies out of the house until they are 5 months old. It makes my 4 month old quite the novelty in town!

The movie definitely helped me to appreciate the cultural approaches to babies. But it also made me realize how odd my choices seem in another culture. Hopefully I can use a little of both!

November 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAmy

Hey Amy,

Cool to hear you are in Rwanda. I prefer the front/side wearing than the back, I feel like I"m better able to protect the babe that way.

From what I've seen in Uganda they don't take their babies out of the house, obviously for various reasons, but also because the baby usually can't hold up it's head yet, and the back carriers they use do not support the head. Might be the same in Rwanda.

@Barb: I sent you an e-mail, I guess you got it. :-)

November 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDeT

DeT: I did indeed. I am working through pain that might be appendicitis? I hope to see a surgeon on Fri, but in the meantime, pain meds are my friend. Well, unless you count the ghastly allergic reaction I had tonight to Percocet. So... no post yesterday either. BAD BLOGGER. It's just very challenging when I'm curled in a ball on the bed. Kwim?

I'll keep working when I can. And promise to get back to you asap. I crave time with you!

November 17, 2010 | Registered CommenterNavelgazing Midwife

DeT - the head thing is a good point. However, most of these little guys can hold their head up by 4 months (unless, maybe that's another cultural difference?). I had someone tell me it was just because they didn't want the baby to get sick, but then added, "well, the people out in the village do that." So who knows really...

I've also heard that many people here believe babies cannot see for the first four months or so. Maybe they don't like to take them out until they "see?" Whenever my daughter and I are shopping people nearly fall over in shock when she not only makes eye contact, but also smiles at them.

Or maybe they can't believe a white baby doesn't cry at the sight of their black skin like their babies do to me. But that's a whole different topic... :)

November 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAmy

I was having a hard time getting to the link that someone shared in an earlier post. I found a new one in case anyone is interested. It asks questions to each mother(father) about what they thought about the other children and the way they were raised.

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November 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterTiffany

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