The meaning here is really not all that hidden. Week 17: Focus This is your brain on procrastination.
Koala, We've been alluding to and celebrating your turning five for so long that, today, you were kinda over it. So we had a chill family day and I had a few minutes alone with you to really... see you. Hilarious, hilarious you. As much as the year before four was rough, something clicked soon... Continue Reading →
The most terrifying moment in parenting is not having the kids. It's not birth. It's not the first time they fall. It's not knowing they'll be in the army in 18 years. The most terrifying moment I ever experienced in my (exactly) five years of parenting was today, during the moment after which I opened... Continue Reading →
Hey there tiny one. Yes, I'm talking to you, in fact, I'm looking directly at you. No one else is around. I know that's quite an accomplishment. You were born into a preexisting zoo. It'll be ok. It's going to give you a lot of super powers, you wait and see. Not only am I... Continue Reading →
Hint: It was taken in Beit Guvrin. Week 16: Abstract Glacial graveyard.
Week 15: Furniture "The discontented man finds no easy chair." -- Benjamin Franklin
Bebe, I present to you, on this your third birthday, as you leave 'toddler' life behind and stand in the doorway of girldom, a contract I will sign, in the hopes I can help you continue growing without... totally screwing it up. Article 1: On being 'a girl' Dolls. Nail polish. Dresses. Giggling. Princesses. Beauty.... Continue Reading →
It's about that time again... Week 14: Body Parts Put your best lil foot forward.
<The background on why we went to hospital instead of another home birth> For me, the key to labor, much like - spoiler alert - the key to early parenting, is to take each minute at a time. That is probably my number one piece of unsolicited advice to all procreational people. So I had... Continue Reading →