Dear unborn baby.

Dear unborn baby, I wanted to give you some reasons why I haven't yet acknowledged you out loud or here or written you an encouraging letter about life on the outside or my hopes and dreams for you. Haven't been reflecting, haven't been meditating, haven't been exploring. I wanted to do it elegantly, passionately, beautifully...... Continue Reading →

Bebe update: Eight months.

I consider this your 'coming out' month. Your debutante ball. In the last few weeks, you have sprouted your first two teeth (the bases of them anyway). Just as we were starting to wonder if you'd be a gummy girl forever. You started standing up, holding onto the table, couch, walker, your brother for support.... Continue Reading →

Bebe update: Five months.

My favorite thing of all time right now: No one makes Bebe laugh like Koala does. He doesn't even have to do anything major. Maybe he's wiggling his bum. Maybe he's opening and closing his mouth while staring into space. But if Bebe is there and watching, all of a sudden she's cracking up in... Continue Reading →

Dedicated to Hadas.

When I was 8-9 months pregnant with Bebe, cold-blooded murderers swept into a sleeping family's Itamar home on Shabbat and slaughtered defenseless parents and harmless children. One of the victims was Hadas Fogel, a baby just a few months old. I haven't stopped thinking of Hadas since then. Once in a while, I'll look at... Continue Reading →

Koala update: Big brother edition.

One the of most common things I was told before 'the bebe' was born was: Brace for impact from your two-year-old. With that, we prepped him as best we could, giving him a bebe of his own to 'practice' with and reciting daily the list of family members' names over and over, with a fourth... Continue Reading →

New baby: One month.

There is nothing like those first few days with your newly born baby. It's a gray zone; they were just inside you, an extension of your body, but not yet uncurled, open, an entity apart from you. One of my favorite parts is the smell. Before they've been cleaned, had a bath, smell like laundry... Continue Reading →

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