Category: koala update
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On the sixth day…
And on the sixth day, man… And on the seventh, they rested (sort of). Our baby girl was born in our home this past Friday, just in time for Shabbat. The labor took less than a third the time it took with Koala, and she beats her brother by 150 grams at 2.85 kilos – and…
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Kindergarten report.
Ultimately, I blame myself for my nearly two-year-old turning more and more Israeli every day. Isn’t that what I always wanted, immigrant-self?
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The ‘Ima’ mystery, solved.
Recently I noted that Koala picked up on the fact that Ima = mama. And when I go and get him at the gan, he runs up to me with his big hug and says, Ima! like all the other kids. But since the week started, it became apparent that Ima has another expressive use…
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Koala update: Twenty three months.
Well, this is it, Koala. The last update before you become a big brother, assuming all goes as planned. I can’t believe it’s been two years. I can’t believe it’s only been two years. And now your whole life is going to be turned upside-down. And you’ll be even more awesome for it, I promise.…
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That was fast.
I thought it would be a couple more years before this happened, but here we are at a month shy of two: Koala came home from gan today calling me אמא (Ima). He’s been calling me Mama this whole time, and maybe I prompted this myself; last night out of the blue I asked him,…
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Purim roundup.
Purim is a different kind of fun with a kid. I don’t think mine’s old enough to be the truly fun kind of kid fun, but we’re getting there. It’s also super-exhausting, although that might have to do with the second baby I’m carrying around. Here are some of the highlights: We got through most…
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Banking on Purim.
Here’s what it’s like for Abba and Mama to sign a whole fuck-ton of mortgage papers at the bank on Purim… through the eyes of a nearly two-year-old cookie lover: Koala became very concerned at the whereabouts of our Minnie Mouse-attired bank rep whenever she got up to copy documents. Today has seen a lot…
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Bunny overload.
My head is not in Purim this year. I suppose I have a decent excuse, right? So today was the Purim party at Koala’s gan. For a week I’ve been reminded to send him in dressed up. He’s a bit of a particular kid, so I wanted to keep it simple. And who are we…
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Koala update: Twenty two months.
I can’t believe my newborn/almost one-year-old/one-year-old/one-and-a-half-year-old/nearly two-year-old is nearly two years old. I can’t believe we can have conversations that rate somewhere between caveman grunts and sentences. And it’s been fun to hear him react to others, whether it’s a toy he converses with or one random day a couple weeks ago, on the way…
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I have a son, II.
Koala and I, flipping through a picture book of animals. I call out the animals by name, Koala repeats. “Penguin.” “Ffing.” “Monkey.” “Mmnkey.” “Bear.” “Beh.” “Chicken.” Koala leans down to the page in mock gobbling, and says, “Ummm!”
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I have a son.
After bringing Koala into bed with us this morning, the huz and I rolled back over and began dozing off. Koala leaned over to me, and whispered softly in my ear: “Mama?” I mumbled back, “Yeah?” And Koala burped in my ear.
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Bo, mama.
I may correct your Hebrew now, but sometime in the future – possibly the near future – you will be correcting mine.