Month: September 2012

  • Sukkot junior.

    Sukkot was fun as a kid, and then it was kinda ok, and then it was fun again with kids. The end. Good job, Bob. Inspection. Self control not to take a bite. Decor’d.

  • Catching up.

     

  • No-Bake Banana Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Pie.

    Oh no she didn’t… Oh hell yes, she did. (And that’s why it had to be all caps in the title). I ‘baked’ if by baking I mean did this amazing 10 minute thing just now: Here’s the recipe, which I got from my friend Lisa who gets 3741083754 mitzvah points for feeding this to me…

  • The time Bibi addressed the UN General Assembly in his kindergarten voice.

    Because Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu pretty much gave the world a deadline extension, and we’re probably going to have to bomb Iran enrichment facilities in April 2013 (wanna come for Pesach?) I’m going to skip the seriousness of the dire warmongering situation here at the UN General Assembly 2012 and instead enjoy some relaxing…

  • Shuffling through the IDF [VIDEO]

    So I’m unabashedly obsessed with this as of… 11am this morning. At the end of March 2012, Ron Bronstein enlisted in the IDF (I’m assuming as a shlav bet oleh deal) and documented the experience of going from civilian to soldier to, I guess, civilian again by shufflin’ his way through it. Love the support-despite-the-wtf of…

  • DIY craft hack: Turn DVD cases into kids’ travel coloring kits

    It was time, folks. It was long time. To empty all the kids’ DVDs from their bulky plastic cases and… well, for lack of a better idea, throw them into a drawer under the TV. But the cases… oh the thousands of cases… Ok, it was about 25. But still! So much plastic. Which I…

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Shapes

    An ode to changing seasons… to ending chapters… to remembering the moment I realized, on a beach in Tel Aviv, among the curvy women, the chubby women, the skinny women, the older women, the speedo-ed men – that I, too, can wear a skimpy bathing suit, and frankly dears, no one gives a damn. Unless…

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Kissing.

    Last week, my legally-contracted partner, shareholder and roommate did the opposite of what I just did and displayed his romantic side by treating ourselves to a relaxing, delicious, fun and kid-less overnight in Herzliya. We got to enjoy the beach on our terms and also take the opportunity to overcome last week’s Fifty-Two Frames theme,…

  • Candle.

    “Ima, what’s this?” “That? That’s… a candle.” “But why is it here?” “Why is it here… …Remember how I’m from New York? I was a kid in New York. Like you’re a kid in Tzur Hadassah. I grew up there… with Grandma and Grandpa… It’s where I went to school. You know?” “Ya.” “So… many…

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Sunset.

    For a while I’ve felt a bit stuck. Living in a lovely shoe box of puzzle pieces; it’s the complete set, so I know everything will fit. And then at some point, one must look around and wonder if there’s another puzzle somewhere, in some alternate universe, and if one were to mix the pieces…

  • lizrael update: Thirty.

    In a way, I consider myself fortunate that on the eve of my thirtieth birthday, I spent my night at an אסיפת הורים for my kid’s gan. I’m not a birthday person; I haven’t  been for a long time. If nothing else, surely my mother deserves the credit for being split open so that I could…

  • Bebe update: Seventeen months.

    Transition is tough, little one, but here we are, all of us, flowing through it, year after year. Your first day of gan I came to get you, and before you spotted me I caught a glimpse of you and I saw my own little round face, as I imagine it must have looked, so…