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 →
Hey, Pumpface. I think you're doing it wrong.
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 →
One day, you're nursing your brand-newborn in your bed at home. The next, (or 5.5 months later) you turn around for under a minute only to turn back and realize your baby is not where you left her, but rather pulling herself at a steady pace across the floor, reaching into the bottom shelf, pulling... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
An obligatory 'dream big' post, dedicated to my little bebe, sponsored by self-affirmation.
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 →
According to one of three calculations (?!), today was a due date for Bebe. We've been betting on whether the final closing of the apartment would come through before the baby. Initially, it seemed like apartment was a no-brainer; we already live there and have a solid relationship with our landlady for three years. But,... Continue Reading →
And on the sixth day, man... And on the seventh, they rested (sort of). Our baby girl was born in our home this past Friday, just in time for Shabbat. The labor took less than a third the time it took with Koala, and she beats her brother by 150 grams at 2.85 kilos - and... Continue Reading →
Hey, littler one. My midwife says you're ready to roll. Or squeeze yourself out of my body, whatever. She also says I'm ready. So I guess that means this is it, huh? Needless to say, I'm really looking forward to meeting you. So is your big brother, though I apologize in advance if things are... Continue Reading →