Lag B'Omer. I'm leveling with you: as an adult olah, I will probably never ever understand fully the appeal and utter dismissal for environmental health and safety that is this 33rd day of the counting of the Omer... in Israel. Until this morning I couldn't for the life of me remember what we Americanos did... Continue Reading →
In honor of Tu B'shvat and an actual sunny day, we took a lil stroll in our backyard, the (now green) woodsy hills around Nes Harim. See how green the grass is? Mashiv HaRuach U'Morid HaGeshem.
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 →
Don't know about your kids, but mine loves to play with the fridge magnets. Well, with the fridge, period, but also, with the fridge magnets. I combined that fact with a tip my mother (an early intervention specialist) gave me: show photos of family members to baby or toddler and teach them the names -... Continue Reading →
For now, I think two letters can tell us everything we need to know: (Chee-Z).
When I think of 'Israeli Innovation' here are some of the associations I make: micro chips water purification desert irrigation swallow-able pill-cameras Google, Intel, IBM R&D centers Uzis What I don't think of is... hair conditioner. I did pretty well though for 10 shekel. Product of the year!
At this point, the growing happens behind my back or out of the corner of my eye... I have to catch it when I can. Kind of like I've had to do since Koala discovered the stairs two weeks ago. From the kitchen, I can suddenly turn around and see that Koala is reaching under... Continue Reading →
...or at least, 24 hours of comfortable R&R. Last week the huz and I snuck away for an overnight at a hotel on the beach in Ashkelon... since Bubbe is in town. Well, come on; it's not all luna parks and kassams:
Home, sweet Israel. Koala and I arrived back from my work trip to the States in two pieces. Soon to be five years here and, oh, how the tables have turned. Anyway, nothing says 'welcome home to Israel, immigrant!' like an Israeli marketing campaign. Bezeq Parrot, eat your heart out: Because the manliest men carry... Continue Reading →