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Uninterrupted Eye Contact

Uninterrupted Eye Contact

It’s been a long month—a month filled with moving, cleaning, traveling, working, repairing, entertaining, mouse hunting and child rearing. I feel like I’ve hardly spent any time with Joel—though we’ve spent almost every waking moment within five feet of each other. But last night I wanted to bond and I suddenly found myself in the bathroom alone with Joel—and all the kids were in bed (get your mind out of the gutter people).

Bppppt!

blowing raspberries

Last week Fatima, Gulshan and I flew to my home province of Nova Scotia for my cousin’s wedding. It was an eye-opening trip in a lot of ways: Nova Scotia is about as far away from Los Angeles as one can get in North America, and Gulshan apparently believed that we and all others aboard our plane would plunge to our deaths unless she kept the airplane going through the force of her screams.

Of course, on arrival in N.S. Gulshan immediately gave the lie to our shredded nerves and whitened hair, behaving like an angel throughout our visit. Sort of.

Joel

Birthday cake

Joel, my much younger man, turns 33 this week. Even Joel is surprised he is so old—he Facebooked that he “doesn’t believe it” (sure Joel when you said my turning 40 was no big deal). No one else thinks he’s old. I had a friend this week remark how much muscle he had—and another friend text me to tell me how wonderful he was—and another friend was totally impressed that he is so much younger than me (not sure if he was impressed with me or impressed with Joel). But, what happens when Joel, himself, suddenly thinks he is old?

Speaking of Sex

The birds and the bees, talking about sex with your kids

Back in my day, kids learned at an early age where babies come from. In the 1970s, in my Brooklyn neighborhood, a child was taught the proper names for his or her private parts by parents determined not to raise their kids to grope each other in the dark.

We Are Here to Train You to Be a Human Being

We are here to train you to be a human being

Lucy is either the baby of the family—and spoiled by her big sisters—OR an only child—and spoiled by everyone else (while her sisters are at their dad’s). She is especially spoiled by our sweet friend Mai. The last time Mai came over, she brought a box of cookies. Mai tried to nicely teach Lucy to share her cookie. But Lucy, in her toddler wisdom, did not want to. Lucy also wanted to take one bite of a cookie, put it back in the box, and then start on a new cookie. And repeat.

Put Your Outside In, and Shake It All About

July is one of the social and religious high points of the Ismaili Muslim calendar. The current Aga Khan, spiritual leader of the Ismaili’s, celebrates his birthday this month, and his followers the world over celebrate the occasion with special prayers and ceremonies and community feasts.

Practicing the News

Guarding kids against the news

I've been dumbing down my son. Both of his mommies have, actually. We have refused to listen to (or watch) the news in his presence since before he was old enough to talk. This wasn't difficult, however, since I have more or less unplugged from the news since September 11th, 2001. So it wasn't a habit I needed to give up.

Home Sweet Home

This month was moving month for us. After three years in Venice, CA, our family made a BIG move—from a 2 bedroom/1bath apartment where we were 2 blocks from the beach, surrounded by cement and a steady stream of campers—to a larger “cabin” in Topanga, CA, surrounded by oak trees and a steady trickle of a creek. When I first moved back to Los Angeles in 2007, someone told me they could see me living in either Venice or Topanga—so I guess it is fitting that I try both. What follows is a list of top ten cons and pros of our new digs after our first week:

Asking for Trouble

Fatima, whenever she talks about a hoped-for occurrence in the future, whether it be a job offer or a safe journey, will piously add “Inshalla” at the end of the sentence. It roughly means “God willing,” and is the Islamic equivalent of knocking on wood: a way to avoid tempting fate.

Battle, England

Site Of The Battle Of Hastings 1066, Battle, East Sussex.

Recently the kids and I traveled to a fellow expat’s barbecue at her farm near Battle, East Sussex. Battle is the historic site where thousands of invading Normans crossed the English Channel from France with William the Conqueror for a (soon to be) veritable clash of the titans with defending Anglo Saxon forces. Unfortunately for them, the Anglo Saxons were already war weary from a northern chill called the Vikings. There is a kid-friendly audio tour which gives insight into the Battle of 1066, and a beautiful walk around the gorgeous green pastures which is the battlefield.

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