Birthday mania is sweeping our household like a pandemic flu. No, that’s not right. Like a…zombie apocalypse. Better. Regular rules are crumbling before the leviathan of BIRTHDAY. Presents are opened early, sugar is consumed, it’s all topsy-turvy up in this…
What’s so great about losing a tooth? Is it the distinctive feel of a gap in your smile, a place through which your tongue can wriggle like a worm through pebbles? Maybe it’s the clear transition from little-kid status to…
Stop Two: a borderland with the biggest horizon you’ll ever see. A place where sand and salt coat everything in a sticky gritty sheen. A place where the hush of foam on the beach follows a contra-bass thump as water…
This is what Child Harbat told me yesterday when I found her out cleaning the front gate. Here I have an incredible opportunity–do I channel this enthusiasm into household chores or do I leave it as a simple joy? She…
Every time I think Child Harbat might be not quite as extroverted as I observe, she does something that reinforces my beliefs. I’m used to being forced to be an audience member for tricks in the pool, shows in the…
The end of the day is tough for everyone. Child Harbat is usually over-stimulated and tired, Number Two has had a full day of preschool and has no idea how to read his body’s own cues that he is accelerating…
Number Two child is working on his speaking skills. This involves yelling EVERYTHING AT MAXIMUM VOLUME. Requests for food are similar to that of a bull elephant trumpeting an immediate charge. Denials of questions about wanting more water/food/face-wiping are met…
The weekend was a tiring march from one required task to the next: dishes, laundry, clean house for party to which I’m not invited and must hide with the children in the kitchen and bedrooms, smear food off the floor…
If you have kids you have to resign yourself to interrupted sleep. Last night, The Boy was teething and had thrown up earlier in the evening and was in a grumpy mood. Child Harbat was in a very good mood…
