I suppose this wasn't 100% abstract photography, but as the concept of abstract photography comes to me as pretty abstract, I got lost in it. This was a product of last week's cardboard box and toilet paper roll play time with the kids. Actually, some really cool photography is shooting through a paper roll with... Continue Reading →
Because it's not all cuteness and button noses, but also plenty of 3am ugliness, headachey whining and life lessons, I'll share my valuable verbiage lesson from last night this morning. It's been a rough few nights. Bebe is having the delayed reaction to the one-year vaccine cocktail, and Koala is going through some kind of... Continue Reading →
Koala: "What's this?" Me: "Chicken." <Koala looks at it with horrified wide eyes> Koala: "Noooo. What is it?" Me: <gulp> "A... chicken. A תרנגלת." Koala: "This no chicken." Me: "It's... not the same chicken you eat. It's chicken the animal, not the food." Koala: "This no chicken. This תרנגלת." Countdown ticker to innocence-fail: begun.
Koala, if you'll wait patiently over there a minute (ha) while I tell the future parents/new parents a little secret: One thing I've learned this past year is that the 'terrible twos' is a misnomer. The alleged phase starts way earlier than two, and by the time that two is turning into a three, it's... Continue Reading →
Cute. Happy Yom HaAtzmaut - chag sameach! Beached it up this year. Something new. Very worth it!
Fitting that on the eve of Koala's third birthday (!) I had the most fun I've had in a while. I saved the Supersol Yashir boxes so we'd have something to do when he got out of gan early today. We had some rare mama-son time alone in the house. Ima and Koala into the... Continue Reading →
For the past few years I've been home on Yom HaZicaron and I've sat on my mirpeset and listened to the tekes that goes on the school down below. Tzur Hadassah, from my home's perspective, is a giant amphitheater, so I hear some of it pretty well. So without yet having my children there, I stand... Continue Reading →
A couple days ago, unsure of whether my son's gan would cover it extensively, I started teaching him about Yom Haatzmaut myself. Which actually just meant teaching him the word דגל. Yesterday, he discovered the Israeli flag in our house... the very one we had been talking about. That made him mildly excited and less... Continue Reading →
Over the week of Passover, I managed to read consume devour The Hunger Games trilogy. It was a gift to myself since it's been 5285467245 years since I had time to read and I figured it would take a month or two of here-and-there breastfeeding time to finish the series. Holy crap, I was wrong. I literally consumed... Continue Reading →