Category: koala update
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Purim, baby-style.
Nothing like Purim to separate the early-risers from the late-bed goers from the up all night due to teething painers. Wait, I think we were actually all three… In many ways, Purim is more fun when you have an extra body to shove into a costume. But you kinda miss out on the party-parties. Still…
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Koala update: Ten months.
Koala is ten months old and both his life and mine are starting to fall into place. While Koala does not sleep through the night at this point, he does have a bedtime and he does collapse into it every night, for which I’m grateful. Having a routine is not one of my fortes, but…
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The Jewish State of education.
I feel a parental rite of passage has been reached tonight: next year’s daycare decisions. And so I begin the rant that I know others have had and yet here I am, new parent, new experiences, joining the fray. Someone explain this to me: This is a family-friendly country. Walk anywhere and easily spot a…
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Koala update: Nine months.
At this point, the growing happens behind my back or out of the corner of my eye… I have to catch it when I can. Kind of like I’ve had to do since Koala discovered the stairs two weeks ago. From the kitchen, I can suddenly turn around and see that Koala is reaching under…
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Koala update: Eight months.
How appropriate: Koala turned eight months old after celebrating the eight nights of Chanukah. Or, not so much celebrating as staring into bright, vision-stimulating fire, sucking on giant plastic dreidals, reaching for our sufganiyot and being handed wrapped presents from doting elders and staring at them. Seriously, I thought he’d be more into the whole…
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It's all about the boobjamins.
Long day. I returned to the office today after a two week (work-themed) hiatus. When I got home at 4:30pm, my husband was on the couch and Koala was on the floor next to him, eating a dreidal (standard fare, really). I gave Koala a big hello to which he smiled, and, like a really…
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That mother.
And, poof! Just like that, Koala and I are in the States. The only thing accurate in that statement is that Koala and I are in the States. Koala and I, minus husband, minus mother’s helper, minus sanity. I took my 7-month old on a business trip to New York. Namely – I managed a…
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Koala update: Seven months.
They grow up so fast. They grow up so fast. They grow up so fast. Dammit, I’m surrounded by cliches. It’s getting kinda repetitive. But I’ll take a cribful of cliches for all the milestones Koala has experienced in the last month. He worked really hard to sit – every day, one leg under the…
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Working motherhood.
It would be cliche and boring to say being a working mother is like a big juggling act. Or jigsaw puzzle. Would it be any more exciting to call it an Unscramble? I used to love those. There are so many pieces involved to making a day go by successfully. Or, at the very least,…
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Baby life (in fancy line breaks).
Put out my hand, for a baby boy in need. Just trying to sit up. He takes my outreached hand, and with bite-sized gusto, puts it in his mouth. When he’s done with it, I wipe it on my pants.
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Meet the new guy.
Hi everybody! I’d like you to meet Dreadlock. He’s about a month old and has already made himself quite comfortable atop Koala’s normally thin, straight ‘do. The plan for Koala’s hair is to grow it until he reaches age 3, as is the custom in many Chassidish families. Partly for that reason, and partly because…
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Hebrew vocabulary for new parents (הורים).
I’ll soon be coming on five years of Israelihood, and of course every day I’ve added new academic and obscure Hebrew to my arsenal. But expanding vocabulary is more than just learning new words; it’s about knowing what even the most familiar words mean in new contexts. For instance: being a mom. Here is part of…