Category: koala update
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Koala update: Mama got BUSTED.
I just got BUSTED. Lately Koala has been exploring his artistic side, especially in the scissors department. Yesterday he was cutting paper into tiny squares and giving them to me as presents while I worked at my desk. “Ima, here’s a nice one. This is a nice square. Take this Ima.” Because I do have…
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Bebe update: Twenty three months
Hi B. We discovered tea parties this month. You’re a natural… Not sure how you already knew to pour so well. You must get that from your father. It’s all in good fun, even when you’re smothering your guests with your ferocious love. Or tenderly picking flowers and crushing them in your tiny hand. You’ve started…
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For now, at least.
Aren’t older brothers… …the best?
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Bebe update: Twenty two months
Yesterday, during our morning cuddle routine, you did something interesting. Actually, I’ve noticed it before, but on that morning, in the still-dark room of the very-early wake up, in our deliciously-cozy bed, you took that something up a notch. I’ve always thought it pretty powerful that when you don’t like something, you tell us ‘enough.’…
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Aaaaand my daughter ate a crayon.
I look up from the table. Bebe bounds towards me, Buddha belly first, emanating tubby tummy joy. “Heeyy!” “Ima!” “Hey!” “Cracker.” She’s pointing to her mouth which is covered in… “What? What is that? There’s no crackers here…” It looks like chocolate. “Did you go into my special cabinet?” I ask her, with a suspicion that foreshadows…
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Tree lover.
My lil tree hugger on Tu B’Shvat eve.
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Koala update: Tale of the horse prince.
Koala has been going through some stuff at gan lately. Boy stuff, school stuff, three stuff, soon-to-be four stuff (stuff Dr. Seuss didn’t write about this one so it looks like I may do the job for him). Anyway, on Friday I took him for a mother-son ‘adventure’ (his word, not mine) through the valley…
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Bebe update: Twenty one months
You’re a little fierce, you know that? You’re also unstoppable. Seriously unstoppable. Your tiny arms can toss around a bucket of toys, lift my backpack, and carry – not drag – a heavy stool across the Science Museum’s hands-on exhibit. Because there is no way your brother gets to do all that cool stuff without…
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Parents of kindergartners.
Remember when you were young, sweet-innocent-young, not boyfriend-naive young, no, really really young, sheltered-from-the-meaning-of-war young, and life was a big friend grab, and you managed to get yourself a pair of great friends, so you didn’t have to be left alone at play time, most of the time, and sure, they were already an inseparable…
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That awkward moment when… (#tmi)
…your 3.5-year-old son pulls a wrapped pantyliner out of your purse in public and continues to ask, ‘what’s this, Ima?’ …your 1.5-year-old daughter’s been playing around on you and then you look down and realize she’s made inconveniently-located saliva-sucking marks on your t-shirt. …your son is reviewing with you the fact that private parts are…
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Does he realize my face is wet from tears as I kiss him good night?
Sitting just outside the kids’ room, on the cold tiled floor in the hallway, scrolling through articles on my phone. Silently scanning Newtown coverage, reading Newtown stories, seeing Newtown pictures as my son restlessly attempts sleep, deep within his bottom bunk. “Ima, can you tuck me in?” I don’t even bother wiping the tears from…
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Boys and their mothers and their future girlfriends.
I guess we now know what types of girls Koala won’t be bringing home… Koala: What is that? me: What? Koala touches and scratches my nose me: What are you doing? Koala: You have something here… me: Oh, my nose ring? Koala: What?? me: That’s supposed to be there. Koala: Why? me: It’s nice. It’s…