Category: koala update
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I swear this just happened.
Bebe keeps spitting out her pacifier, which drives Koala nuts. He picks it up and puts it back in. She spits it out. He runs across the room to his toys. “What are you doing?” I ask. “Tools,” he responds. He runs back over with his little blue hammer, and holds it up to Bebe’s…
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This makes me happy.
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Religious views: Lazy.
I’m in a new place. It’s a place I’ve heard about, but never dwelled within. A place in time. I’ve known it’s been creeping up, have been expecting its tap on the shoulder… and here it is, plunked down and landed at my feet. Not enough is spoken about this place. I wish more people…
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Teaching your elders.
As the world turns… When I was growing up, the thing was this: my parents’ generation decided to send their kids to Jewish day schools, to give them an education they never had as children of immigrants who wanted to forget being Jewish. So we went to school, came home, taught our parents kiddush on…
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Koala update: Lil Mr. Independent.
I love how, when we try to do something for you, you say – declare – your name in protest, and then do it yourself. I love how when we’re trying to rush you, and scoop you up to carry you upstairs, and you just aren’t having it, you turn around, go back down, and come…
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Koala update: Big brother edition.
One the of most common things I was told before ‘the bebe’ was born was: Brace for impact from your two-year-old. With that, we prepped him as best we could, giving him a bebe of his own to ‘practice’ with and reciting daily the list of family members’ names over and over, with a fourth…
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Dream in big scoops.
An obligatory ‘dream big’ post, dedicated to my little bebe, sponsored by self-affirmation.
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New baby: Two months.
Baby, baby, baby. Uncurled, extended, grabby. Coddled by big brother, loved by mama and abba, and in the last month, visited by grandpa and extended family. And in the last few days especially, she is opening up to us the way we’ve opened up to her. Her smiles are spontaneous, her grabbing is productive, her…
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New baby: One month.
There is nothing like those first few days with your newly born baby. It’s a gray zone; they were just inside you, an extension of your body, but not yet uncurled, open, an entity apart from you. One of my favorite parts is the smell. Before they’ve been cleaned, had a bath, smell like laundry…
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Birthdays.
New parenting milestone: the kindergarten birthday party. I’m not a big birthday person. When I was a kid I was, as much as any other kid. Who doesn’t want presents? But at some point it switched off. I don’t like the attention for something I didn’t do. It feels a little forced and awkward. I…
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Koala update: Two years.
Happy birthday, Koala! I appreciate that you woke up today at the same hour you were born two years ago – 6:10 am. Could be worse; we’ve been there together, haven’t we? And here I thought the first year saw the most change from start to finish… But the second year definitely held its own;…
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And then there were four…
Having two kids, I’ve heard people say, means now we’re a ‘real’ family… Of course, it’s silly to think there is a limited definition to ‘real family.’ Two parents and a child felt pretty real, but so did being a couple before that. And I’m pretty sure it’s just the same whether it’s one parent…