Musings on the three most important things in my life; my husband, my kids and my Little Yellow Notepad
We all went to NY. That just doesn’t do it justice, let me try again. We ALL went to New York. WE ALL WENT TO NEW YORK. When I say we all, I mean me, my husband, my kids, 7 carry-ons, 5 backpacks, 1 diaper bag, 1 food tote bag, 2 suitcases, 2 carriages, 3 carseats… Continue reading We ALL went to NY
Have you ever played Jenga? It's a pretty neat little game, but I never realized that being a mom includes being really good at Jenga. Real life Jenga. In case you’re not familiar, Jenga is that game with small wooden rectangles that you stack very cautiously and sometimes seemingly precariously, and then hold your breath… Continue reading Real life Jenga
One of our greatest Shabbos afternoon pastimes is looking at old photo albums. I am a bit obsessive about printing and album-ing all my pictures - but come Shabbos afternoon, it's all worth it. True, there's four albums of my oldest child from ages 0-6 months, and the next four albums span 2 years, but… Continue reading If pictures could talk
When my 12th grade teacher concluded her class on CPR & First Aid and spoke briefly about Labor & Delivery, she asked who planned to have an epidural. I raised my hand. Not that I knew much about it; knowing that it took away pain was enough info for me. And when she described how long… Continue reading To Epidural or not to Epidural, that is the REAL question
"You had your chance and you blew it. All the other moms managed to get their act together over the summer and only you didn’t. You’ve got to get yourself together, everyone else did it, why couldn’t you?" OK, that’s not really what she said. After all, the preschool director is my good friend, she’d… Continue reading Toilet training trauma
