To Grandmother's House We Go

We were headed to my in-laws for Thanksgiving when we lost our way -- three times. And there was no one blame but the GPS. The first time we got lost we were looking for the nearest gas station off the highway. The GPS took us to a dark, winding road. Five miles later we were parked in front of a house. Needless to say, our daughters had to "hold it in" until we reached the next gas station on the list, which thankfully was in fact a gas station. 

Thanksgiving Food for Thought

To say that my six-year-old daughter is a picky eater would be an understatement of gastric proportions. If you wanted to count all the known foods in the universe she consumes you'd need only two hands and a couple of toes. One of the reasons this persnickety child eats such little variety is her unwillingness to try new things.

Some Updates on JewintheCity.com

Hey there JITC friends and fans! There are some exciting changes coming to JewintheCity.com. We've been tweaking the current site to make it more user-friendly and stylin'. There will be a bunch of new social media and subscribe buttons you will find at the top of the new site as well as a search engine that actually works! Each post will end with related posts; and watch out for a new section called "articles" where all of the posts with beginnings, middles, and ends (the ones with stories and lessons) will soon be housed. Updates like what you're seeing here, discussing changes to the site, new videos, articles, speaking events or interviews, as well as links to articles or videos I'm interested in, will soon be found on the tab called "blog."

See you soon on the new site!

Be Our Guest

The other day, as I was standing in the check out line at one of my favorite clothes stores, I noticed that the saleswoman behind the counter kept asking the next "guest" to step forward. "Guest?!" I snickered. How exactly are we your guests? Although the trend of referring to customers as guests is nothing new, I was suddenly struck by the absurdity of it all.

Fill 'er Up

My younger daughter has been trying to be exactly like my older daughter for about as long as she's been trying to be. Which, by the way, is a precursor to complete and utter awesomeness (and incidentally what I did as a kid with my older sister). This monkey-see-monkey-do business produces children that are either twice as nice or double trouble - depending on how my older daughter is behaving - but sometimes it goes too far.

Crying it Out

My son is one of the happiest babies I've ever met. The pediatrician says he's one of the happiest babies she's ever met too, and she's met a lot of babies. He spends the whole day smiling and laughing, and if you bounce him or squeeze him, he squeals on demand. Oh, and did I mention that his BFI (baby fat index) is the perfect ratio for squishing and cuddling? 

Extreme Makeover: Orthodox Edition

Here's an article I wrote for the Jewish Press about the mission of Jew in the City. Welcome to JewintheCity.com Jewish Press readers. I hope you stay a while!