Musings on the three most important things in my life; my husband, my kids and my Little Yellow Notepad
“You have how many boys?!” That’s a pretty typical response I get when I mention that I am blessed to be the mother of 8 boys. “And one girl!” I add. But still, they look at me as if I’m a creature from outer space. Never mind the big family; raising a houseful of boys… Continue reading So, what’s it like with a houseful of boys?
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 5 by foot, 3 by stroller Purple, red, two black, one oversized. I keep repeating my little chant over and over as we unload the van and get ready to enter the airport. It was the moment my kids were counting down for - starting from the… Continue reading Purple, red, two black, one oversized
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
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
If I see one more hashtag of #makingmemories, #summerofalifetime, #memoriesthatlastforever or anything of the sort I feel like I’m going to scream. Is it possible to make memories just by chance, or only if their hashtagged? While it seems like everyone I know and don’t know is #creatingmemories at pristine beaches and remote destinations, I’m… Continue reading #creatingmemories or #livinglife?
