Homeshuling

  I actually can say no to this face 3 year old with an armful of dolls: Can you pretend to be Olivia’s mommy? Me: Not right now, honey, I’m really busy. 3 year old: Can you pretend to be Dorothy’s mommy? Me: I’m sorry, honey, but I’m making dinner. 3 year old: Can you…

  The kids were not drinking beer Last year, when John McCain was in Israel, he described Purim as “their version of Halloween here.” It’s not as bad a gaffe as, say, choosing Sarah Palin for VP, but he’s pretty far off the mark.   Tonight, we were sharing a Purim seudah with another family…

My mother sent my girls an early Purim present – a Haman punching bag.According to the description, “the punching bag is filled with an ugly picture of Haman and the words ‘Down with Haman.’ The adults will love punching Haman as much as the kids!” (Actually, it is filled with breath. Mine.) May I present…

  mac & cheese – the new gragger Today the Hebrew school where I teach held an out of the ordinary Purim celebation. There were no prizes at the carnival – instead, every booth gave out paper “mitzvah money.”  Kids took their mitzvah money and placed it in a tzedakah box representing one of 5…

  not our actual shul Today we went to shul. And it was kind of….great. Our first good move was not arriving until 11am, exactly when Tot Shabbat begins. And forget everything I said about starting to outgrow tot programs; it was pitch perfect for both my girls -puppets, songs, dancing, a story, many familiar…

Just before the boiling water hits We’re so frum, we kasher our toothbrushes between dairy and meat. Har har. Actually, Ella had strep and the doctor suggested we boil the toothbrushes. But we do keep a kosher kitchen. At least, we consider it kosher. Most of the friends I know from my yeshiva days would…

Although we are devout (dare I say frum?) home-shulers, I can’t imagine not being a member of our local synagogue. So today – let’s hear it for the shul! Homeshuler’s Top 10 Reasons to Join a Shul 10. Your mother wants you to. (Isn’t that a good enough reason?) 9.   A great place to meet…

I hate party favor bags. Call me a big old stinky-butt (I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before my own daughters do) but I don’t understand why parents insist on sending home a bag of crap every time my daughter attends a birthday party. The goodies (a misnomer if I ever heard one)…

“Who made you so cute?” I asked my 3 year old. “God,” she answered. I’m glad she doesn’t know what a rhetorical question is.

  See the milk situated treacherously close to our fleishig soup? We like to live on the edge around here. A friend and colleague was recently diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She’s about a week out of surgery and starting chemo soon. It’s almost impossible to know how to reach out to her – what can…

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