If only it were that simple, eh, Diplomacy?

It's on my mind. Constantly. The fact that it's nearly Purim and everyone wants to draw comparisons doesn't help. So I'll let Jon Stewart take on the Iran-Israel-USA dance of doom:¬†Words of Warcraft (And, come on, he totally could've saved the erection slip-up by pointing out that it's all the MEN and TESTASTERONE that is... Continue Reading →

Purim roundup.

Purim is a different kind of fun with a kid. I don't think mine's old enough to be the truly fun kind of kid fun, but we're getting there. It's also super-exhausting, although that might have to do with the second baby I'm carrying around. Here are some of the highlights: We got through most... Continue Reading →

Banking on Purim.

Here's what it's like for Abba and Mama to sign a whole fuck-ton of mortgage papers at the bank on Purim... through the eyes of a nearly two-year-old cookie lover: Koala became very concerned at the whereabouts of our Minnie Mouse-attired bank rep whenever she got up to copy documents. Today has seen a lot... Continue Reading →

Bunny overload.

My head is not in Purim this year. I suppose I have a decent excuse, right? So today was the Purim party at Koala's gan. For a week I've been reminded to send him in dressed up. He's a bit of a particular kid, so I wanted to keep it simple. And who are we... Continue Reading →

Purim, baby-style.

Nothing like Purim to separate the early-risers from the late-bed goers from the up all night due to teething painers. Wait, I think we were actually all three... In many ways, Purim is more fun when you have an extra body to shove into a costume. But you kinda miss out on the party-parties. Still... Continue Reading →

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