Lizrael Update

Category: koala update

  • Still innocent (phew).

    So Koala was standing next to the shower while I was taking one (he didn’t want to be alone since he’s suddenly scared everyone is going to leave him). I started shaving my armpits. He asks me, “Whoa, what are you doing?” So I answered, “Shaving.” Then with this really confused look on his face,…

  • Koala update: You have an American mom.

    I grew up with this perception of the Israeli kids in school being pretty laid back, coming to school with their lunch packed casually in plastic bags. I thought it was really cool… because I was a kid, and anything I didn’t get to do was cool. Even if every year my mom took me…

  • My firehouse.

    For months, Koala and I have been discussing our plans for New York. For months, he’s been obsessed with firetrucks, firemen, סמי הכבאי and hoses. And for months, the top of the list was visiting a firehouse. And I’ll freely admit, I was as, if not more, excited about this. Firemen were always curious characters to…

  • The time the kids met the PR2.

    And now for something different… Meet my brother, a robotics engineer Phd student at the University of Pennsylvania. (Disclaimer: I’m not sure if this can realistically say much about me). Meet the PR2, Willow Garage‘s research and innovation robot, which my brother works on with a team at the GRASPY lab in Penn, coding for arm…

  • Bebe update: Sixteen months.

    Last week, Bebe insisted on ‘walking’ up the two flights of stairs to our apartment, holding the railing and alternating between her feet and knees to pick herself up to the next step. As we got to the top, she indicated I should give her the house key (which I did) and then with a…

  • Kid fun with a box, part two.

    Today we turned a generous gift from the huz – a giant box – into a firetruck. Sort of. Point is, I do <3 boxes.

  • Bebe update: Fifteen months.

    You’ve got three molars coming in at once. That doesn’t define you this month, but it does define how my night has been with you. That is to say cuddling you on my chest, stroking your silky hair, while you gently fall asleep, comfort-feeding, your arms thrown around me. It’s nice when you’re not shouting…

  • Best friends.

    Huz and I woke up Shabbat morning to the sound of ‘Ima, Abba, we have ice cream! Ima, Abba, we have ice cream!’ After a few rounds of that, our curiosity got the better of our sleep and we went to see… Koala had climbed into Bebe’s crib and they were holding little plastic ice cream cones…

  • We come in different flavors.

    After getting Koala dressed this morning, we sat on the floor of his room. He’s been quite emotionally expressive lately, and was looking at me like he has something he wanted to say. Then he started caressing my freckled arm and shoulder, and said: ‘Ima I like this.’ ‘What?’ ‘Your sprinkles.’

  • Bebe update: Fourteen months.

    She walks! She talks! She’s the incredible, edible Bebe. Now in slightly snobby flavor. And damn if you get in her way. You want me to step towards you? Screw you. I’ll walk when I want to walk. You want me to call you Ima? Guess what, for fun, you’re Abba this week. You think…

  • Bebe takes a leek.

    I’m sorry about the joke. Also, I wore these overalls back in the ’80s when we called them overalls and also wore overalls. A friend of my mom’s bought them for me and here we are in 2012 reliving the best decade ever. Over alls. I’m sorry again.

  • THE haircut.

    So this news is a month old… on the other hand, see how I ‘waited’ to post about Koala’s haircut until after Lag Ba’Omer? The haircut went really well. I was a little reserved about it because I know my child, and he’s the type that if he doesn’t know you, doesn’t want you touching…