Posts Tagged ‘children’
Jo Jo was a Man who thought he was Alona…
“Put me the Beatles, Aba.” “Put on the Beatles for me, Aba,” I corrected over my shoulder, as we began our daily morning drive to the train station. “Put on the Beatles for me, Aba,” repeated the Little One. “Who are the [Read More]
My Son the Lactation Specialist
Picture the setting, if you will. It’s late August, and a certain, medium-sized high-tech company is running an onsite day camp for the children of employees. The Little One is among the campers, and he’s the youngest of the bunch. Lunch starts early for the [Read More]
Double Trouble
Oh dear, the twins were at it again. Those bratty, preteen girls (potentially the most dangerous and merciless of all living creatures, of course), standing less than 50 feet away, whispering to their bratty little friends, simultaneously casting furtive glances in my [Read More]
Four years ago today…
Four years ago today, everything changed. The Little One pushed his way into the world, hijacking our lives and our hearts. I spent a good part of those first few weeks crying, usually when I set eyes upon the little guy, but often while watching random television [Read More]
Playing with other kids…
The following conversation took place during our trip to the US… Me: So, Little One, what would you think about coming back next summer for a month? You could go to day camp. Little One: What’s day camp? Me: A place where you could go swimming, learn new songs [Read More]
Getting a Buzz
I do not conquer jet lag very well. We returned to Israel on Thursday afternoon (noting from the airplane while in Israeli airspace that nearly every green patch within view was filled with parked cars and Israelis barbecuing and celebrating Israel’s Independence [Read More]
Old People
Little One: “Mommy, is Grandpa coming with us to the carnival?” Mommy: “Yes, Sweetie.” Little One: “Why?” Mommy: Why wouldn’t he?” Little One: “Because very old people stay home.” [Read More]
Am I different?
“Am I different? Am I a different person from the one I was before we lost our first child?” This is what I asked my best friend recently, the person who probably knows me better than anyone, the person with whom I have shared memories that go back more than [Read More]
For the birds…
“Little One, when we fly to the US to visit Pa and Grandma next month, how many planes will we take?” “Three.” “That’s right! Very good! Where will the first plane fly to?” “Parrots.” “Ummm… Sweetie, that [Read More]
Nothing says Global Unity like Hanging Israel Out to Dry
Crude (Adjective) Not carefully or expertly made; “managed to make a crude splint”; “a crude cabin of logs with bark still on them”; “rough carpentry” Conspicuously and tastelessly indecent; “coarse language”; “a crude [Read More]
