Stay-at-home dads were not the norm in Israel when Karen Kramer had her first child in 2001.
But she was nervous about being a new mom, and her husband, Amit, was a natural with babies. So the couple decided she would continue working full time as a college instructor and researcher while he took on most of the child care.
Like billions of viewers around the globe, we tuned in Friday to watch the opening ceremonies for the 2012 Olympic Games in London. With Mary Poppins, Voldemort, James Bond and Queen Elizabeth.
(The column below originally appeared in The News-Gazette on July 17. I've included the super-bubble recipe at the end, courtesy of our friend and neighbor, Amy Plankell.)
I’ve always wanted to host a block party, so what better time to do it than a 100-degree summer evening?
Fourth of July preparations are in full swing at our house as we get ready for a block party and the annual parades.
I've always been a voracious reader -- except for those sleep-deprived baby years when the book would drop from my hand the minute I opened it. (My reading consisted mostly of board books and picture books during that period.)
Somehow, in the way all parents do, I expected my children to imitate my habits, plopping down with a book whenever there's a free minute.
My kids are growing up without their grandfathers.
My dad and my husband’s father both died before our children were born, and I’ve thought many times about what a loss that is.
This column ran in the June 5 News-Gazette "Family" section. We've added a few more suggestions at the bottom from friends and readers - feel free to add to the list!
That’s the constant sound in my head every time I think about summers with my kids.
Here’s how a conversation with my son went the other day:
Me: “What kind of summer camps would you like to sign up for this year?”
Son: “None. Maybe baseball.”
Me: “So, your plan is to shoot some hoops, maybe watch TV all summer?”
Son: No response. (Selective hearing kicks in.)
My working-mom friend (yes, we all are) relayed this story to me the other day:
Her 4-year-old daughter, while watching cartoons, announced one morning that she had changed her mind about becoming a dancer and a princess when she grows up.
“I just want to be a mom,” she said.
Touched, her mom said “awww” and reached out to give her a hug.