As we dismantle the tents and celebrate the new affordable housing grants and initiatives, we should now demand social justice for our friends and family who have been injured defending our country or who were born less physically privileged than we are. If we, the Israeli people, are brave enough to live in tents for the sake of affordable living, we should be courageous and selfless enough to unite and refuse to shop, dine or support, in any way, places of public accommodations and services, which discriminate against the disabled. Together, we should stand up for those who can’t.
Personally, the first challenge will be to keep it in mind throughout the year, especially when I’m out without anyone physically disabled. But a first step is probably to take a second and consider: if you can’t get your baby’s stroller through/up/down it, then a person in a wheelchair definitely can’t.
Toilet-training has officially begun. It unofficially began way before Koala was even two years old and took a serious interest in all the peeing Mama was doing (pregnant, perhaps).
But in the laid-back fashion that my life is stitched in, we didn’t really try too hard. We let Koala explore the facts of toilet-training. He’d sit on it if he asked, he’d just watch or stand in the bathroom if he felt like it.
But last week, it started getting serious… so we did, too.
Which is when I realized something: For a while, we’ve hosted potty-friendly literature in the bathroom: Alona Frankel’s ever-helpful Once Upon a Potty and the ever-role model Elmo’s Potty Time With Elmo. Also, by chance, the 50s-inspired photo book, When Food Was Fun is available.
Koala’s toilet library: Isn’t that a funny selection, given what happens to food after it was fun? It’s like, “here’s what you do on the potty – and here’s how you can remember how awesome it was before you have to go through all this shit.”