April 27, 2008
April 24, 2008
Too Hot in April
It’s only April, but at 100 degrees, the weather is already about as hot as I can stand it. I just checked on the wee one in his crib, and poor thing is just lying in his own sweat. (It gives whole new meaning to “April showers.” So, what will May bring?)
PS22 Chorus
Am I the last to know about PS22 Chorus in NYC? I love these kids. I love their teacher.
I’ve been perusing the PS22 channel on YouTube, and their rendition of Tori Amos’ “Winter” actually made me cry.
April 23, 2008
I Want My WP
So, I’ve installed WordPress, but I can’t seem to get my Movable Type archives from here to there. If you’ve done this and can either A) help me, or B) offer advice, please let me know! Thanks.
April 20, 2008
April 19, 2008
Evolution of the Brow
I just realized that my eyebrows can tell my life story!
“See that? That’s when I was young, carefree, and furry. I had no idea that looks even mattered.”
“Oh, that’s me at 15, insecure about my looks -- hence the plucking of the uni-brow.”
“And that’s me in college. I still didn’t care too much, plus I was tired from both working and studying full-time, which is why, even though there’s no uni-brow, I’m still furry.”
“That freshly polished look? That’s mid-college. A friend convinced me that I was old enough to start caring about the way I looked, so she tweezed my eyebrows for me. That’s the year boys starting calling.”
“Those sure are pointy! That was my stressful last year of university.”
“Wow, look at those. My eyebrows looked great. Must be the beginning of my professional years, when I took the time to tweeze my eyebrows every day.”
“Those are the most perfect eyebrows I’ve ever had. I was newly married, newly honeymooned -- life was amazing.”
“Back to furry! I was too tired from pregnancy to care.”
“Yipe, those brows look awful. They’re not only unmaintained, they’re not symmetrical at all. Must be when I became a mom and rushed through every tweeze in thirty seconds.”
April 17, 2008
No Cents
Israeli “cents,” called agarot, are treated like garbage here. Honestly, no one seems to want them. Like, if something comes up on the cash register as costing 39.80, the clerk will say, “Forty shekels.”
This drives my Inner Perfectionist crazy. I want to say, “It’s not FORTY, it’s THIRTY-NINE EIGHTY,” and hand over a handful of change, but any verbal or emotional recognition of cent pieces seems completely ludicrous to Israelis.
Of course, I admit that my desire to speak up isn’t as strong when the transaction is in my favor -- say if the price is 40.20 and the clerk only asks for 40 -- but there’s a part of me that begs for agarot justice. Don’t they deserve to be treated as well as the shekel? Or else why do they exist at all?
April 14, 2008
Kittens
They might be cute, but believe me, you don’t wanna get too close.
April 12, 2008
Scene from Saturday Market in Wadi Nisnas
Going to the street market in the Wadi has become one of our favorite weekend activities.
April 10, 2008
It Does Get Easier
Two good friends, both brand-new (newer than me!) to motherhood, have written separately to ask me if it gets any easier.
The answer is yes. It does.
Most of the moms I know agree that the first three months are the hardest, when you’re sleep-deprived and both you and baby are new to it all. In fact, if I may be completely candid for a moment, there were days when I wanted to give up my membership to the Stay-At-Home-Moms Club and go back to work, where I WAS CAPABLE OF DOING MY JOB.
Now I’m glad I didn’t.
Since we hit the three-month mark, every day is an improvement, and since we hit the FOUR-month mark, dang, not only is it getting easier, it’s getting way more fun. There are still ups and downs -- but with a significantly higher number of ups. This is such a cute age! Whereas before I was looking for an escape, now I don’t want to miss a thing.
Of course, it’s important to remember that all babies are different. The more mothers I talk to, the more I’m amazed to hear how different their babies are, different from each other and different from mine. So don’t expect your experience to be like mine, and don’t expect your baby to be like mine, but most of us agree that, eventually, we all get to experience a miraculous upgrade.
So, rest assured, you will too.
April 08, 2008
I NEED a Ginger Snap LÄRABAR! NOW!
I think their secret ingredient is crack.
Gilbo’a Mountain Drive
The first order of business, following our time at Bet She’an National Park, was to find lunch. If you can believe it, WE CAME UPON A BURGER KING. (Oh infernal Burger King, maker of the Original Chicken Sandwich, why do you entice me so?) I surrendered body, heart, and mind NOT ONLY to the O.C.S. (resistance is futile!) but also to an order of french fries (I know, your world is falling apart now) and oh my, it was shamefully gratifying.
With bellies full of greasy goodness we continued driving through the Gilbo’a Mountains, stopped at lookouts along the way, and even climbed an observation deck at Mt. Barkan to get a better view.
April 07, 2008
Bet She’an Landscape
See the mountains in the distance? I think that’s Jordan.
Bet She’an National Park
I was surprised to hear that the remains of an ancient Roman city are only a short car ride away in Bet She’an. So we went there on Saturday with John and Natascha, officially making it Kamyar’s first day trip.
April 03, 2008
Reflection
I’ve mentioned before that motherhood is hard, but I assume it’s hard in different ways for different people, and for some capable people it may not be hard at all.
One of the ways in which this new role is hard for me is that it forces me to confront my own inadequacies. Where’s the patience I thought I had? Where’s my inner strength? Holy moly, where’s my compassion and empathy? Eric would say that these inadequacies are magnified in my heart and mind because I’m tired today, and he’s probably right, but nevertheless it’s tough to look directly at a reflection of myself and see that it’s duller and dirtier than I’d ever noticed before, and that the elbow grease required to clean it up sounds like way more work than I’m up for.
However, to be fair, motherhood isn’t the first time I’ve faced these questions, albeit to a lesser degree. Every time I take on a new role -- when I started college, moved across the country, became a wife, and every time I start a new job -- I find myself entwined in a profound, but perhaps useless, questioning about my capacities. Fortunately, I usually let it go once I’ve settled into the role.
It’s like moving into a new apartment building -- at first the crooked mirror in the lobby might drive you crazy, and every time you glance at it, you wonder why no one has bothered straightening it out, because it’s so obviously crooked. But with each day that passes, you notice it less and less, until one day you can’t remember why it ever bothered you, because it’s really not that noticeable, after all.
Intellectually, I know that agonizing over how dirty or how crooked my mirror is will drive me crazy with grief, will impede my own growth as a person and as a mother, and won’t do any good for me or my family. Simple, routine maintenance is healthier, and in some cases, so is overlooking a smudge or two. And anyway, who says I have to clean it all in one go? It’s not like I’m getting paid for this maintenance. (At least not in dollars.)
The silliest part of this is that, when I truly think about it, my reflection isn’t always dull. There are moments when I sparkle and shine -- but those moments happen when I’m not looking so hard at myself.
