Koala update: Two years.

Happy birthday, Koala! I appreciate that you woke up today at the same hour you were born two years ago - 6:10 am. Could be worse; we've been there together, haven't we? And here I thought the first year saw the most change from start to finish... But the second year definitely held its own;... Continue Reading →

Set your aspirations high…

...and your expectations low. Spotted in Tzur Hadassah: an effort to be funny and effective! Stickers adorning the public garbage cans, with the following message: אם כל אחד לא ילכלך, יהיה פה נקי כמו בשוויץ If everyone wouldn't make a mess, it could be clean here like in Switzerland. Nice touch, Va'ad Tzur Hadassah! Seriously. Now,... Continue Reading →

The fish, the shark and Passover.

When Gilad Shalit was 11, he wrote a short story called "When the Shark and the Fish First Met." Though it seems this was originally published and spread around in 2008, I only came across it now via Facebook shares. It resonates with me because I did a lot of short story writing when I was... Continue Reading →

Do Israeli kids ever learn the fire safety lesson?

The answer, sadly, is no. There is an unhealthy Israeli-Jewish obsession with fire in the springtime. It starts today - with Biyur Chametz, the burning of chametz, which is done on erev Pessach. Soon will be Yom Haatzmaut - the national barbecue bonanza, and after that, Lag B'omer, which pretty much celebrates bonfires the way it's done here.... Continue Reading →

And then there were four…

Having two kids, I've heard people say, means now we're a 'real' family... Of course, it's silly to think there is a limited definition to 'real family.' Two parents and a child felt pretty real, but so did being a couple before that. And I'm pretty sure it's just the same whether it's one parent... Continue Reading →

*Something* was due today…

According to one of three calculations (?!), today was a due date for Bebe. We've been betting on whether the final closing of the apartment would come through before the baby. Initially, it seemed like apartment was a no-brainer; we already live there and have a solid relationship with our landlady for three years. But,... Continue Reading →

Registering your newborn after home birth.

In Israel, when you give birth in the hospital, the hospital takes care of the bureaucratic paperwork fun-time, otherwise known as getting a teudat zehut number for your newborn. They submit the papers which go to Misrad Hapnim to get processed for a birth certificate and ID number. But when you do a leidat bayit - home... Continue Reading →

Rude awakening.

Ventured outside today for the first time since Bebe was born. I hated having to get in the car with my five-day-old daughter to drive into the center of Jerusalem and visit, of all places, Misrad Hapnim (ahem) (and here's why). The idea of city-center air up her nostrils alone makes me sad. But really,... Continue Reading →

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