There’s a game that we play, my boys and I, when the sun goes down and we’re getting a little stir-crazy. Max balances an overturned stacking block on his hand, or on his head, or at the edge of the couch, and I try to throw a ball in. At nearly five years old, he…
I held my tiny boy in the front seat of my car today. We were parked outside of Max’s preschool, tucked beside a tree, waiting for the clock on the dashboard to find the numbers that would signal it was time to rejoin the world. A damp burp rag hung from the sun visor, creating…
Friends, I’d like you to meet Yofee. He’s the Jewish preschool version of Flat Stanley. Each child has the honor of bringing Yofee home for the weekend, and then writing about Yofee’s visit in his very own journal. Except Max’s mom is a Mommy Blogger. So Yofee had his own hashtag, and his adventures happened to…
Dear Max, Yesterday was your very first day of Pre-K. As we walked across the courtyard, the voices of the last two years called out to greet you. Your teacher from the three year old class. Your best friend from the two year old class. Your school embraced you like a warm hug as you held my hand and stepped…
Oh summer. I usually hate you. Gross, sticky heat. Sunburns. Having to go outside. I know, I know. I live in California. So what? But this summer? It just felt different. I was experiencing it through the eyes of my 3 year old. And when you’re little, sand in your bathing suit is “AWE-uhm!”. As…
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…
Dear Lifeguards and Swim Teachers at Max’s Preschool, Yes, this is another one of those imaginary letters written as a way of letting go of my fears. No, I am not really going to share this with Max’s swim teachers. I’d much rather spread my neuroses across the Internet. My son Max is going to…