Category: koala update
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Bebe update: Thirteen months.
Welcome to being over the hill, babyhood-style. We started the month, Bebe, with you taking me on a nostalgic trip to the college days, as you went through some kind of boob-spurt and practically tore my shirt off any time you wanted to nurse. It was like as soon as the clock turned one-year, you…
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You’re doing it wrong.
Hey, Pumpface. I think you’re doing it wrong.
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My valuable verbal lesson (or, the lives of tag-teaming Wile E. Coyotes).
Because it’s not all cuteness and button noses, but also plenty of 3am ugliness, headachey whining and life lessons, I’ll share my valuable verbiage lesson from last night this morning. It’s been a rough few nights. Bebe is having the delayed reaction to the one-year vaccine cocktail, and Koala is going through some kind of…
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Which came first, the bird or the meat?
Koala: “What’s this?” Me: “Chicken.” <Koala looks at it with horrified wide eyes> Koala: “Noooo. What is it?” Me: <gulp> “A… chicken. A תרנגלת.” Koala: “This no chicken.” Me: “It’s… not the same chicken you eat. It’s chicken the animal, not the food.” Koala: “This no chicken. This תרנגלת.” Countdown ticker to innocence-fail: begun.
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Koala update: Three years.
Koala, if you’ll wait patiently over there a minute (ha) while I tell the future parents/new parents a little secret: One thing I’ve learned this past year is that the ‘terrible twos’ is a misnomer. The alleged phase starts way earlier than two, and by the time that two is turning into a three, it’s…
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Welcome to my favorite age, Koala.
Fitting that on the eve of Koala’s third birthday (!) I had the most fun I’ve had in a while. I saved the Supersol Yashir boxes so we’d have something to do when he got out of gan early today. We had some rare mama-son time alone in the house. Ima and Koala into the…
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Patriotism through the eyes of a kid.
A couple days ago, unsure of whether my son’s gan would cover it extensively, I started teaching him about Yom Haatzmaut myself. Which actually just meant teaching him the word דגל. Yesterday, he discovered the Israeli flag in our house… the very one we had been talking about. That made him mildly excited and less…
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Bebe update: Twelve months.
Good night, beautiful little Bebe. I’m looking at you after you’ve fallen asleep at my chest. You’re exhausted after an active day in the warm April sun over Jerusalem. Your eyes are shut and your forehead is glistening with sweat from our body heat together. You’re an amazing creature. It’s been a year since you…
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Big boy bash, minus hair-band.
Upsherin. Chalaka. Laziness. Whatever you call the tradition of letting a Jewish boy’s hair grow till he’s three years old, well, we did it. I’m not sure why, to be honest, but here we are one month shy of Koala’s third birthday. Because it falls out at a time when (traditionally) we don’t cut hair,…
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What?
“You’re a love.” “What?” “You’re a love.” “What, Ima?” “You’re a love.” “What?!” “You’re. A. Love.” “?מה”
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The magic of being bilingual.
On the way to gan this morning, Koala spotted a firetruck on the road. Obviously, this made his morning, and for the rest of the way cried out in excitement, “Fire truck! Fire truck woke up! Fire truck is here!” He was still talking about it as we walked up to the gan door, so…
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Some kind of ‘mom rite-of-passage.’
So… this happened. After picking up the kiddos, deciding to be spontaneous, bypass the way home, stop in Mevo Beitar to let the kids play in the way-better park, call up Koala’s lil bestie to come, split up an hour later to drive home, put the kids in their car seats, shut the doors, and…