What I’m Loving Right Now

1. My three year old engineer amazes me with how adept he is at putting things together and taking them apart. It’s alot easier to enjoy his brilliance when he’s using his skills in a productive way (as opposed to unscrewing every.goddamn.knob off of our bathroom cabinets…and our nightstands….and our dresser…and his dresser). Baubee and…

The Last Week

Dear Max, Every time I sit down to write you this letter, I start to cry. I am so, so proud of you.  I am so moved by the amazing changes that we’ve seen taking root within you in the last week. With the help of some amazing friends, you have opened the door into the realm…

I Love You Because…

Dear Max, I look at you splashing in the bath tub, with a single bubble dotting your forehead, and it strikes me that you are now balanced between the end of “two”, and the beginning of “three”.  Toddlers are two.  Babies are two.  Tiny, babbling, barely emerging.  Speaking gibberish and being sort-of oblivious, that’s two.  But YOU, my…

Lighten Up!

Hey….are we all still present and accounted for?? The last few weeks have been an amazing journey, and our little corner of Bloggyville has welcomed some new friends (Hi new friends!), but shit…things have been HEAVY over here! So I figured we need a break from being so serious for a bit.  Go on, put your box…

When Things Were Good, They Were Very Very Good

Just the important things: It would be completely sacrilegious and unkosher to say that Purim is the new Halloween. So I won’t. But Max’s preschool goes big for Purim, and of course, Max never refuses a chance to be a fireman for the day. They made mini hamantaschen, y’all.  How cute is that? And had a…

I Can’t Live Here

“Bye Paul Spriiiii! I can’t liiiive here!” Max yelled as we boarded the plane, bound for home. Our mini-vacation was nice while it lasted….. Somewhere between the three hour flight delay and the afternoons spent in the hotel pool, we found our family vacation groove. Things just seemed so much easier this time. Maybe it was…

Everything That is Right

My motto is “Parenting kicks your ass”. I don’t like the lies that moms tell each other.  About how things are always so wooonderful, and their kids are the perfect mix of “May I please have another helping of broccoli” and creative Crayola genius. Please. Parenting kicks your ass.  My kid has gotten up around…