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Not your typical gay, Jewish mom-in-the-suburbs blog. I aim to entertain even if that means the joke is on me. And sometimes I make people blush a little.
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PKSD: Pre-kindergarten Stress Disorder
Asher has his first cold of the season complete with the explosive mucus ejaculations only thought possible in Hollywood’s horror film special effects departments. Asher has a cold, and his first day of kindergarten is the day after tomorrow. I n...
Moving Up: Part III
After the screening was successfully put behind us, we had still to look forward to the Moving Up Ceremony at pre-school. Before I had children, the idea of any kind of graduation ceremony outside of high school or college seemed ridiculous. Actual...
Moving Up: Part II
Though Asher’s freak out felt monumental at the time, the dust settled, and we all had a good night sleep. Our drive to pre-school was uneventful. Asher usually fills the journey with “What happens” questions. He’s not a “Why” kind of ...
Moving Up: Part I
I didn’t get emotional about Asher’s last day of pre-school. I thought I might shed a tear acknowledging these past 3 years at his first school. Perhaps I was too concerned about whether or not he would make it through the Moving Up Ceremony at...
The 11th commandment-summer camp
I haven’t been as proactive about booking play dates for Levi as I was with Asher. Levi often tags along to my coffee mornings with other mom friends who have dropped their older children off at school or else we just hang out. He’d enjoy a mus...
Karma's a beee-atch!
Do NOT have children if you need sleep. That little sonuva... Levi woke up at 3am this morning doing what he does best – screaming. He wasn’t in pain or ill or frightened. He wanted a tissue. He wanted a tissue because he couldn’t think of ...
Group tweak on the Autobahn
A year ago or so. One was in pre-school for 3 hours each morning, and the other was just a year old. We had lived here for under 2 years and still didn’t feel settled. A year ago or so, we were renovating. Our house is a diamond in the rough-ve...
Chip off the old block
Last night, I parked them in front of the teemee as Levi calls it earlier than usual for evening wind-down with Dora. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I wasn’t in a very crafty, interactive, resourceful, motherly kind of mood. Come to think of i...
Mommies dearest
Perhaps Gabriella is NOT the Mary Poppins stay-at-home mother I’d thought she’d be. There have been a few happy lessons that have come from Gabriella’s unemployment. This is one of them. Not that I want her to do a bad job. She’s actually ...
The ick of sick
Yesterday, Asher woke up moaning at 4:30AM. I waited knowing in my heart that bad things were about to happen. A few moments later, the toilet flushed and he came into our room with the announcement that he had thrown up on the rug. It was importa...
Free to be
Thumb watch. 2009. Thanks to all those who have wished me and my thumb well these past few days. I’ve now released my thumb from the humangous beast of a bandage that imprisoned her a week ago, and I’m now operating at about 85%. Only a plast...
Loving me, loving you. Uh-huh!
Voting for THE LEZZY AWARDs is almost over, and I’m trailing at a woeful rate. The current leader has 544 votes followed by Peaches & Coconuts at 190. The gap is wide but not impossible, and I don’t feel like giving up without a fight. VOTE HE...
White House Press Secretaries have it easy
Asher has never been an inquisitive child. He’s never asked why the sky is blue or where milk comes from or why poop is brown. He’s never been that kid who follows every answer with “why? ” until you run out of answers – or patience - a...
Family time
I’m the first to admit when we’re at a disadvantage not having a man around the house. That being said, that particular handicap did not seem to prevent Barack Obama from getting a good education, realizing his goals or becoming the mensch that ...
Breaking up is hard to do
I envy the life of a working parent occasionally. When Gabriella did have a job, she would leave the house and get a grown-up cup of coffee and talk to grown-ups about grown-up things on the train and then spend the day at work with other grown-ups ...
Bits of bits
For Baby S born 17 November 2008. You can’t fully comprehend the surreal experience of the brit milah (circumcision) until you’ve been a mother of a Jewish boy. It’s one thing to hand your newborn son over to a doctor who performs circumcisio...
Whatever works
It’s been 6 months since our last visit to the dentist. By ours, I mean Asher’s visit. Ever since that day 6 months ago, Asher has not forgotten that he did not care for the toothpaste that the dentist used to brush his teeth and that he would...
See my box
In the religion of parenting, I’m a member of the Conservative sect. I follow traditions with a modern day sensibility. I can illustrate what I mean in describing my approach to television. My kids watch a moderate amount of television. They wa...
Outrage and lashings
In a previous blog I had mentioned that Gabriella was outraged that Asher’s pre-school had not discussed the election in class. Well, I got a lashing from the director of the pre-school who is also my friend and loyal reader of the blog. Hi S! ...
