So *this* is mother guilt.

I'm panicking. I'm even kind of shaking. I know it's ridiculous, but then again, I really don't. Bebe and I are leaving tonight on a two-week trip to New York and Florida to visit family. I've been really looking forward to this trip for weeks. It was an 'on a whim' thing, and I think... 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 →

Thankfulness.

It was technically Koala's second Thanksgiving, but it was the first he could actually eat at. And eat he did. The toddler with three nationalities has plenty of room in his little belly for turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, potatoes and pie. But then, who doesn't? And who doesn't love drumming the 8-kilo turkey before mama... Continue Reading →

Zumba!

For a few years I kept seeing the word 'zumba' in my Facebook feed... Ahhh! Zumba! Just came back from zuuumbaaa!!! I <3 Zumba 4everz!!11!!1 And I've had no freakin clue what everyone has been saying. Last week, I got an email advertising Zumba on Sunday nights right here in cozy little Tzur Hadassah. So... Continue Reading →

Koala update: Twelve months.

The year is here. Some kind of ultimate milestone. Profundity escapes me. I'm just impressed I'm still around, sane enough to tell the tale... Starting with today - the first birthday. Since the birth-day.¬†Vaccines aside, I'm fairly certain by the evidence that Koala enjoyed what I call a 'naked cake grab' at dinner time. There's... Continue Reading →

Koala update: Eleven months.

We're nearing a year and look at that, I have time to update (barely). I also have a lot of flashbacks about what this time last year was like. Childless, calm and well-rested. Ah, memories. Informal poll: Is my sabra the only one to have 'todah' (thank you) be his first functional word? Just wondering... Continue Reading →

Motherhood inferiority complex.

More than once I've been told I'm a pretty laid-back first-time mom. I think when I got pregnant, I became so overwhelmed with the sheer magnitude of what I was about to do and I kinda just let go of trying to even attempt to control the situation. I've just been able to take one... Continue Reading →

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