It's been unexpectedly bizarre dealing with my feelings about the horrific slaughter of 11 worshipping Jews at the Tree of Life synagogue this past Shabbat. So many aspects to this are too soul crushing - ...it was a brit mila ceremony... ...it was a house of worship... ...it was way closer to home... ...it was... Continue Reading →
It wasn't just fun because you were a wobbly Bambi child while trying to walk on stilts, grasping me for dear life... clinging to me while we both laughed so hard from our bellies... cracking up as you're falling forward right into my arms, hugging me tight, maybe longer and tighter than you needed to...... Continue Reading →
What a year, man. This time last year I was terrified to break your heart, making the decision to change schools. You are a deep thinker and a deeper feeler... but somehow your intense curiosity got the better of any fear... open minded to trying new things, when they feel right... and here we are.... Continue Reading →
To my Goon... for your jokes that make us laugh whether we get them or not (keep workshopping), your knowing what you want (and getting stronger about asking for it), your self awareness, your basic instinct to share, to smile, to make others feel good about themselves, your honesty, your allergy to napkins and silverware,... Continue Reading →
This is cheekiness uprising. This is sound effects for every action. This is slapstick comedy. This is curiosity. This is telling dogs to go away. This is a love affair with a mosaic snail. This is finding the word 'batata' hilarious. This is pretend-nursing a baby. This is tormenting the younger sibling. This is torturing... Continue Reading →
There's that point after the baby turns into a toddler and the toddler gets even a bit more toddlery that they are so delicious you could just eat them. And even if I haven't quite gotten to the bottom of what is bothering you yet... I feel tension in you, Zooey... so while I'm busy... Continue Reading →
You give kisses now! I love that! The little pwaa! of your tiny lips. Especially when the aim is off. You're still sparse on words - what do you wanna say, Zooey? You can tell me... or Big Bird, we're into Sesame Street now... I mean, I love the faces you make - you're speaking with... Continue Reading →
You're just one of the girls, Zooey. You're thing now is part de-planed flight attendant, part big kid going to school - rolling around Nettles' backpack (especially convenient because she doesn't want to, and, um, between us - you're being kinda used... but there's time to work that out...). You pick it up in the... Continue Reading →
Fire and doughnuts. What more do you need? You really love Chanukah. At first you were all, huh? What? I'm supposed to eat this? Naaah. Really? Just eat it? This? Uh... I guess... Oooooh, I get it. And you wanted so badly to light the candles yourself... which, you know, you nearly did, as much... Continue Reading →
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