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Seriously need to get back to updating the blog more often. Darn it all to heck. * * * Walking down the street yesterday with a couple and their 8-month-old, me pushing Jonah in the stroller. Husband of couple says dam* as part of an exclamation in a story. “Darn,” I correct him. “Really?” . . . → Read More: i should have my blogging license revoked On Tuesday, Scott took Jonah for the whole day while I worked. Now that we’re on a reduced breastfeeding schedule, this is much easier to pull off. In the morning, they went to Crosstown Community Center for “Campfire Songs” — a guy playing solo with guitar or fiddle as it suits the tune. Parents and . . . → Read More: daddy and jonah’s fine day The weaning seems to be continuing. I’m okay with it. Kind of. When my sister was in town recently, she said, “I wish you could be confident in the decisions you make as a mom.” She meant it in the nicest way. She thinks I make good decisions. She’d rather I not torture myself by . . . → Read More: it is so quiet, except in my head Jonah loves music (“Mee-you-gick!” he says). He now knows that Mee-you-gick comes out of our computers and so he points and demands it when the mood strikes him. We have a few kid CDs loaded into our laptops. Tonight, we played They Might Be Giants, “Here Come the 123s” while I fed Jonah dinner, or . . . → Read More: dance, he said Today is mostly a lovely day. The weather is Bay-Area gorgeous, sunny, blue skied, and just a touch on the cold side of warm. We went to the Kindergym toddler playtime at Temple Beth Abraham.Jonah messed a bit with the toys at the water table (Cup! Dolphin!) and then took a spin around the room . . . → Read More: oakland kindergym and three-syllable words Lord. I am so tired. How has a week gone by with no blog post? I blame daylight savings. I guess. At night, I no longer have the energy for much of anything. I eat, watch a little TV, climb into bed. Bed is calling me now, but guilt about not posting has me finally . . . → Read More: i am so tired Success! I ended up using Claudia Roden’s recipe, after seeing another blogger write about it, here. I don’t think these are the cookies of my childhood but, no disrespect to Aunt Edith, I do think I like them better. Now that I’ve survived making my first refrigerated/rolled dough, I am pretty sure that Edith . . . → Read More: i am the hamantaschen As a kid, I hated going to temple on the holidays. Sitting in that big, cavernous sanctuary for HOURS. I didn’t see the point. At High Holidays every year, when services truly go on forever, I mostly recall falling asleep on my dad’s shoulder; and it seemed that every year, the sermon was about the . . . → Read More: the jew in the mother (the purim post) |
 
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