Category: The Baby

Front Crawls

On Wednesday nights, I take Josh and Isabella swimming. Actually, let me clarify that. On Wednesday nights, I take Josh and Isabella to the local community center, drop them in front of their respective change rooms, and enjoy 45 minutes of time by myself while I watch them swim. It’s…

The Time I Cried At Parent-Teacher Conferences

Today was a busy, busy day. The morning after my son’s bar mitzvah included consuming all of the leftover brownies that didn’t get eaten last night, checking out all of the photos that were hashtagged #marbar15, teaching my mother how to add apps to her phone (after we emailed iForgot…

The Milk Dud Therapy

When I picked up Isabella from school she was in tears. She buried her head into my chest and from her muffled sounds I could tell she wasn’t upset about her government test. But she didn’t want to talk about it. We walked to the car and instead of driving…

Double Digiting

This was me. Ten years ago, tomorrow. Ten days overdue. Fatigue and cranky level = super high. And then I watched Raging Bull and began counting time between contractions and then pausing the movie to breathe through them. And then a mostly teeny, tiny Caillou-bald third baby, a second daughter, came into…

Cloth Cuts

Isabella has a sister who seems like she was born to perform. Always singing, dancing, acting. She was Mary Poppins and Dorothy Gale all in the same year. Isabella always did her own thing, not really expressing much interest in what Emily was doing. When Emily was dancing, Isabella opted…

Why I Should Probably Dress Like A Fourth Grader

It all started a few weeks ago on a Saturday morning. Our family was all getting ready to go to synagogue, as we do almost every single week. But I was having a very blah day. I couldn’t find a dress I wanted to wear, and I was getting frustrated…

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