I can't believe my newborn/almost one-year-old/one-year-old/one-and-a-half-year-old/nearly two-year-old is nearly two years old. I can't believe we can have conversations that rate somewhere between caveman grunts and sentences. And it's been fun to hear him react to others, whether it's a toy he converses with or one random day a couple weeks ago, on the way... Continue Reading →
My street is bad-ass.
Walking down my street, coming home after a supermarket run, and you know, whatever, a donkey is eating grass outside my shul. Just taking a stroll down my block. Whatevs.
Mediation memories.
So today, at the real estate contract-signing (and last-minute negotiation) in a law office in Tel Aviv, my memories of my Masters degree education were revived. Two years after finishing my course in Conflict Management and Negotiation at Bar Ilan University, I found myself on one side of a glossy wood table, glass pitcher of water... Continue Reading →
Contracted to real estate limbo (or, Tzur Hadassah homeowner!)
As of a two-hour meeting in the Bursa district of Tel Aviv today, we are now contracted to become the owners of our Tzur Hadassah apartment! That's a convoluted way of saying something even more convoluted: We've signed and are waiting for the banks to finish their end of the deal before I can comfortably... Continue Reading →
Fadichot leaking all over the place.
Every other week or so when I pick up Koala from his gan, his ganenet passes me the pants I dressed him in that day and I look down and see him wearing the poofy red replacement pants we keep there. Always with the same explanation: "He leaked again so we changed him..." I guess... Continue Reading →
Immigrant parenting fail.
Ok, maybe I don't exactly fail yet. But I'm headed in that direction. I attended an event tonight for the 'gan mothers' for which I had to push myself to go, and, not surprisingly, a room full of women + socializing + not knowing anyone + doing it in Hebrew is a mess of a... Continue Reading →
Coupon, coupon, coupon, banana.
One of these things, is not like the other. One of these things, just doesn't belong. Can you guess which thing is not like the other? By the end of this song...
Quote of the day, from my OB-GYN.
"And there I am, in the middle of this emergency evacuation, surrounded by old people - really old people, in their 80s and 90s - I'm the only doctor... And I'm thinking to myself, 'I see naked women all the time. It's been years since I've seen a naked man... If I didn't have a... Continue Reading →
I have a son, II.
Koala and I, flipping through a picture book of animals. I call out the animals by name, Koala repeats. "Penguin." "Ffing." "Monkey." "Mmnkey." "Bear." "Beh." "Chicken." Koala leans down to the page in mock gobbling, and says, "Ummm!"