Lizrael Update: babbling about the expat life since 2004
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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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Happy C!
Chanukah is 7347593x better when there is a little one in your home. I’m sure it’s twice that when the little one is old enough to appreciate it better. But for now, this is pretty awesome too. Happy Chanukah 5770!
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The manliest men are in Israel.
Home, sweet Israel. Koala and I arrived back from my work trip to the States in two pieces. Soon to be five years here and, oh, how the tables have turned. Anyway, nothing says ‘welcome home to Israel, immigrant!’ like an Israeli marketing campaign. Bezeq Parrot, eat your heart out: Because the manliest men carry…
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The land of equal opportunity.
What’s wrong with this picture? Hint: It’s an AEPi house at the University of Pennsylvania in December.
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Only in America…
The land of opportunity, where even a Menorah can join in on secular American holiday cheer.
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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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Thankful.
Yes. I celebrate Thanksgiving. Every year. There are some modifications, of course. I serve the big holiday dinner on Friday night, since this Thursday is a weekday in Israel, like any other. I don’t have every exact ingredient; fresh cranberries are near impossible to come by out here. But I do manage to order a whole…
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Me is bored.
I’ve been going through a bit of soul-searching lately; one begins to feel more responsible for one’s actions when constantly being watched by the cute, easily-influenced eyes of a littler one. May I come clean for a moment? I’ve been in Israel for almost five years. It’s an aliyah faux pas to actually admit at…
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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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