Category: koala update
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Fixing.
Sweet little innocence. Passing through the checkpoint outside my town on the day my kid was building Lego drills and ‘drilling’ walls at gan: “Koala, do you see those people wearing green?” “Yes. [referring to their guns] They are fixing.”
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Bebe Does America.
In short, it was a time of reflection for Bebe. Considering the murky waters of the Staten Island beach. Considering her first NYC subway ride. Considering the thousands of names at the 9/11 memorial at Ground Zero. Considering the shortest flight she’s ever taken. Considering the very different waters of the marina in West Palm…
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Bebe update: Eleven months.
You know what I love about you and your brother lately? The playing together, side by side. The amazed curiosity with which you watch everything he does. The way you listen to everything he says, with your mouth wide open in a gawky smile. Hello, little world traveler. If by world I mean Israel +…
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Homecoming: Koala edition.
Bebe and I returned home from the airport and the countdown began till we went to pick up Koala from gan. It would only be a few hours. I was nervous, I’m not gonna lie. Part of me thought my little drama king would burst out crying and prove right the judgmental thoughts of the…
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So *this* is mother guilt.
I’m panicking. I’m even kind of shaking. I know it’s ridiculous, but then again, I really don’t. Bebe and I are leaving tonight on a two-week trip to New York and Florida to visit family. I’ve been really looking forward to this trip for weeks. It was an ‘on a whim’ thing, and I think…
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Color ignorant.
The innocence of babes is alive and well… even if it’s for just a few short years. Koala and I were looking at a book last night. He pointed to a picture of a brown-skinned teacher. “What’s that?” “A teacher.” Pointing lower, “what’s that?” “Her legs.” “What’s the brown?” I’ve been wondering when he’d ask.…
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Bebe update: Ten months.
Hello little nuzzle. This month felt really long. Maybe it’s because I’ve been working my bum off at my job. Maybe because, as such, I’ve been doing better at appreciating every single day I get to spend with you when you guys come home from gan. Maybe it’s because you’re doing so many new things.…
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This is how we do.
Huz: ‘the car would have a tape deck.’ Me: ’90s party car!’ Koala: ‘party car!’ Me: ‘PARTY CAR!’ Koala: ‘PARTY JEANS!’ Right on.
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Baby boy boob-envy.
Thought: would ‘feminism for guys’ just be called… chauvinism? Lately my son has taken an interest in my, uh, baby-feeders (Ima, boobs!) and so I indulge him in thinking, yes, you too can ‘feed’ Baby Dora. It gets complicated when he wants to feed Bebe though. But today, he wanted to take it a step…
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Israeli gan system, here we come.
Yowsa. Seven years from the month I made aliyah, I’m registering my first kid to ‘gan trom trom chova’ (compulsory kindergarten registration). The Israeli gan/school system baffles me. And I get the feeling it isn’t going to get any clearer any soon. But fortunately, the education registration website experience was spectacular! Smooth form-filling, clear instructions,…
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Tzur Hadassah, painted black.
The artist at candlelight. The kid painting with ‘tush tush’ in a blackout.
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There’s a sabra living in my house.
First of all, today, for the first time, my kid בא נראה’d me. Secondly, OMG *this* just happened. The scene: Bebe is finished with her cottage cheese and I offer Koala the rest. Me: want to finish Bebe’s cheese? Koala: yes, I want this. <takes a bite> Koala: cottage! Me: yep, it’s Bebe’s cheese. Koala:…