Well hello there, birthday. Has it been a year again already? It seems like it was only yesterday that my big birthday plans went south at that last minute when Simon and I both got sick. The calendar tells me I am, indeed, 39 today, but the plans are pretty small this year. To be […]
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Staring at my KIP calendar back in October, one line brought shivers down my spine: “December 22-January 4: NO SCHOOL WINTER BREAK.” Like many a parent grown accustomed to child care, I looked at this line and could only think one thing, “What the heck am I going to do with him for two weeks?” […]
In the next week or so, I hope to go back and catch up on some of our goings on that slipped through the cracks between red helicopters and endless Chanukah celebrations. But first, I need to launch 2009, and I can’t think of a better way than to relay a story from my mother-in-law […]
Yes, another post about Chanukah. I apologize, but we did have a total of four Chanukah related festivities this year. The last one came Sunday at my Dad’s. He really wanted to have his annual Chanukah party as scheduled, but he was also really tired from radiation treatment related to a prostate cancer recurrence. So […]
We witnessed another delightful first today: Simon sang a song. We’ve been singing “Frere Jacques” for months around here, sometimes in French, sometimes in English, and often with on-the-spot, made-up words. We sing about the color red, we sing about Simon’s name, and we sing about lunch. “Frere Jacques” has one of those tunes that […]
First, a disclaimer. Despite the title, this post is not about Chanukah. Christmas is the next holiday I need to catch up on over here, and it’s not about that either. I’ll get to the non-Chanukah han-kah part soon enough. Everything about this is wrong for a small child. The setting, Matt’s allergen-filled, dusy office, […]
Farewell Harold Pinter
Posted in Jessica on Dec 26th, 2008
Man, oh man, has 2008 seen the passing of some extraordinary people. I blogged here about my sadness in seeing both Paul Newman and David Foster Wallace go. Of course, with Paul Newman it was merely the sad realization that I can’t share all of my living favorites with Simon, whereas with David Foster Wallace […]
So I’ve been trying to write about our Chanukah, which was fabulous, for four days now. Thing is, I’ve been so busy getting ready for Chanukah (I was knitting on deadline), then helping with Chanukah, then getting my house in order and cleaning our basement, and then getting ready for Christmas, that each day ended […]
Last year Simon had a great time at my family’s Chanukah parties. Thanks to pretty lights, his cousins, mandel bread, things that spun, and things that were shiny, he had much to entertain him. Which isn’t necessarily to say he understood anything about what was going on. He was one, so it was a bit […]
They really do. I’ve given up counting Simon’s words because each day he pops up with several new ones, words like “owl” and “moon” or “pizza” and “orange”. He doesn’t say these words as though they are grand discoveries the way he said “light” or “bus” the first time. These new utterances are accompanied by […]