August, 2010

08.23.10
5
It’s hard to believe that almost three years ago to the day, I was feverishly reading all the what you need to know about your baby books in anticipation for the arrival of Prince Baby-Ko. As I made mental lists and actual lists (God, I miss having the time to be anal retentive), I’m pretty sure I declared a whole lot of sheeeyaat that I absolutely thought I would never do…. Yup. At the time, I was pretty sure that *I* would never be the one to discourage teeth brushing at bed time. Cue 2 weeks ago… I’m marching Baby-Ko in to his room after his third attempt ...Read More
At the age of 13, the year that When Harry Met Sally came out (and became my number one favorite movie) I fell in love with Harry Connick Jr.’s music. In fact, instead of a Sweet 16, I was to celebrate my birthday at the Hollywood Bowl with my BFF Lo seeing him in concert. Her dad was not only able to get us tickets, but also backstage passes. TO. MEET. HIM. As luck would have it though, I came down with mono. Bad mono. (It was the summer after I went to Israel to learn about my religion, and the summer boys went to my boobs to learn about how much fun ...Read More
08.03.10
8
Before I had a child, I swore that I would always be honest. I’d speak the truth to him. I’d teach him things without covering up or rewriting the facts. I’d wear my heart on my sleeve and with patience and loving kindness, share the world with him…. one answer at a time. Then he started talking. A lot. And because of this, and the fact that I am an advocate of encouraging childhood imagination and literacy, I have a confession that I’m not proud of: I am so happy that Baby-Ko cannot read. Take for example our trip to the beach a few weeks ago…. It was a lovely day… ...Read More