I have yet to share the details of Birthdaypalooza, (which, of course, included lots of kisses and lots and lots of cake. And cupcakes.) like the fact that we spent my birthday weekend in New York City. It was magic. Or, as some may say, it was the icing on the cupcake. It was the perfect day. This year, my birthday meant ...
On my daughter’s Birthday,
I expected to take her to the zoo. Or to a kiddie theme park. Or to a parade, in her honor. I expected to dress her in a tutu. I expected to eat cake for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But, my daughter's birthday was the day of the first Passover Seder. So, on my daughter's birthday, we visited my ...
Some things you’ve missed:
Things have a bit quiet here in the Land of Mom. Well, not in the Land of Mom, but here in the cyberland version of Ever After. It's not that I haven't had what to share; quite the opposite, in fact. I have a million posts composed on my Blackberry, scribbled down on note paper and in my ...
One-der
One year ago today, on a cloudy Saturday, much like this one, my day would prove to be my last on earth P.M.; Pre-Mommy. My birth story, though already begun, was far from over. But I did not know that, yet. All I knew was that I was ready to meet my little darling. This morning, I spent much of an hour ...
Can you say, “Inappropriate?”
There may be a time in your life, when you're serving your 11 month old baby dinner, and you watch her feed herself bite after bite of matzohball soup, and you say "Yeah!! Look at you! You're eating matzohballs! Matzohballs" and you watch her beam and you say "Can you say that? Can you say 'balls'"? Yes. There may come a ...
On family dinner.
To me, family is everything. Ev. Er. Y. Thing. My family is why my heart beats and what makes me smile. There are few things in my life that I cherish as much as our family dinners. You see, in my close, connected family, one of the ties that binds us is comprised of what is in front of us; ...
last night/bedtime/as you fell asleep in my arms/a haiku
When we rock to sleep, we are the sole two souls, dear, in this grand, grand world.
I turned my back for one second…
Two days ago, I turned my back for one second, just to write an email, and when I turned back around, the baby was wearing my bra. Yesterday, I turned my back for one second, just to fold the laundry, and when I turned back around, my baby had a pair of my underwear on her head. Just now, I turned ...
crazy love.
Earlier today, as I drove home, listening to Elvis Costello's "Brutal Youth, I got nauseas. You see, this tape (and yes, I listen to an audio cassette tape version of this album.) was my drive-time staple during the summer that I was pregnant. I'd shout "Sulky Girl" at the top of my lungs, as my body succumbed to ...
Lucky.
Yesterday, my daughter became 11 months old. 11 is my lucky number. Lucky is the name of the song I sang to my husband, in the car, on our way down to our wedding rehearsal. It's now 4:11. Make a wish. Yesterday, my daughter became 11 months old. Yes, 11 is a lucky number, after all.
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