Tag: kids
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Parents of kindergartners.
Remember when you were young, sweet-innocent-young, not boyfriend-naive young, no, really really young, sheltered-from-the-meaning-of-war young, and life was a big friend grab, and you managed to get yourself a pair of great friends, so you didn’t have to be left alone at play time, most of the time, and sure, they were already an inseparable…
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Candle.
“Ima, what’s this?” “That? That’s… a candle.” “But why is it here?” “Why is it here… …Remember how I’m from New York? I was a kid in New York. Like you’re a kid in Tzur Hadassah. I grew up there… with Grandma and Grandpa… It’s where I went to school. You know?” “Ya.” “So… many…
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The time I taught Koala about the atmosphere.
I left at 1:50pm to pick Koala up from gan, which ended at two. Only by the time I had parked across from the gan’s front yard, and noticed the street was lacking other parked cars, and the yard was lacking children and laughter, I knew something wasn’t right. And it was Koala’s face. Buried…
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New game: Are You Mom Enough?
At least we can gain something from the silly attempt at provocation (I guess it worked actually) that TIME magazine gave us this week with its Are You Mom Enough? cover. Am I mom enough to breastfeed a grown boy on the cover of a national magazine? No. I am mom enough to give him…
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Year of me.
Seeing as I’m a mother and there’s really no ‘me’ anymore, here’s what I’m thinking… As of a couple weeks ago, when Bebe essentially weaned herself, thereby letting my body free into the universe where no one depends on it directly for sustenance, whether in utero or by breast… it marks the first time in…
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THE haircut.
So this news is a month old… on the other hand, see how I ‘waited’ to post about Koala’s haircut until after Lag Ba’Omer? The haircut went really well. I was a little reserved about it because I know my child, and he’s the type that if he doesn’t know you, doesn’t want you touching…
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My valuable verbal lesson (or, the lives of tag-teaming Wile E. Coyotes).
Because it’s not all cuteness and button noses, but also plenty of 3am ugliness, headachey whining and life lessons, I’ll share my valuable verbiage lesson from last night this morning. It’s been a rough few nights. Bebe is having the delayed reaction to the one-year vaccine cocktail, and Koala is going through some kind of…
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Welcome to my favorite age, Koala.
Fitting that on the eve of Koala’s third birthday (!) I had the most fun I’ve had in a while. I saved the Supersol Yashir boxes so we’d have something to do when he got out of gan early today. We had some rare mama-son time alone in the house. Ima and Koala into the…
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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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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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The rain was worth it.
In honor of Tu B’shvat and an actual sunny day, we took a lil stroll in our backyard, the (now green) woodsy hills around Nes Harim. See how green the grass is? Mashiv HaRuach U’Morid HaGeshem.
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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…