Versatile Blogger Award

I’d like to start by thanking Stephen Yule ( / @yuletimes) for nominating me for the Versatile Blogger Award. How fun! Now this blog needs to have 7 interesting facts about little ol’ me … and that is no easy task, but here goes nothing!

  • I relocated to a different country with my husband and children 3 years ago. It has been an extremely fun and exciting adventure. It happened extremely spontaneously (2 months from talking about it to packing up our entire lives and moving!) and I was never really the spontaneous type.
  • I have worked in many different fields, testing the water in them all. I’ve worked as a travel agent, a makeup artist, substitute teacher, secretary on Wall Street … just to name a few!
  • I am fluent in three languages. English, Hebrew and American Sign Language. I was born and raised in New York, so English is a given, my parents are both Israeli, so they raised us speaking Hebrew, and in college I took ASL as a foreign language course and loved the community I was introduced to, so kept learning.
  • I have two brothers, two half brothers and three sons. I have been surrounded by boys my entire life!! The girl gene is not strong in my family 🙂
  • I wrote my first children’s book last year! My inspiration was my middle son graduating Kindergarten and moving on to 1st grade in the same school as his older brother.
  • I started my own makeup line when I was in my early 20s. I was planning on opening up my own beauty salon, but then found out I was pregnant with my first and put it on hold. It still might end up happening someday!
  • I am a hardcore Friends fan. I have watched every episode more times than I can count. I actually quoted Monica Gellar when my first son was born. I delivered him via emergency c-section and was still out of it from the trauma (you can read about it here) when I look at him and quoted “I’m going to love you so much that no woman is ever going to be good enough for you”. (Who can tell me which episode/scene that’s from!?)

The 7 awesome bloggers I choose to nominate are:

Here are the rules:
Write 7 interesting facts about yourself (this could be difficult)
Nominate 15 amazing bloggers for the award


Is the Parenting Grass Greener on the Other Side?

When my first two were born, I worked full time. I would drop them off at daycare at 7:45 am and pick them up at 5:30 pm every day. I hated being away from them, but I knew they were in great hands so it made it (a little) easier. At the end of each day I would pick them up and take them home. My husband would meet us at home shortly after. We would feed them dinner that I had prepared for them the night before, spend some time playing with them, bathe them and put them to bed. By the time they were sleeping, we were EXHAUSTED but we still had to clean up, eat dinner ourselves, wash/dry/fold/iron laundry, prepare dinner for the kids for the next evening (since we’d get home so late, there was no time to start preparing. They were starving!). I was always so jealous of stay at home moms. I thought they had it made.

Three and a half years ago we relocated overseas. I decided I would take some time to learn my new surroundings and take it all in before starting to look for a new job. I was a stay at home mom. I very quickly learned how difficult it was to be a stay at home mom. As a working mom, I would do what needed to be done around the house and that’s about it. My house always looked presentable and there was always food in the fridge. But as a stay at home mom I realized that the work is just never done! I always had something else that needed to be done! Since I was home, everyone always assumed I had the time to help them or volunteer and I always felt guilty saying no. I missed getting up in the morning, going to work, talking to other adults, and just plain doing things that didn’t revolve around my kids or the house.

A year and a half later I started a freelance career working from home. A few months in, I got pregnant. I gave birth and gave myself a three week “maternity leave” before getting back to work. I figured it would be easy. When the baby sleeps and the big kids are in school, I’ll have plenty of time to work. HA! Since I’m a writer, I depend on my creativity to keep things flowing. Well … when you’re waking up every hour and a half to feed/burp/change a baby – your creativity suffers big time. Didn’t work very well to try writing when he was napping either because as soon as he’d wake from his nap, my whole train of thought would derail.

It obviously got easier as he got older (he’s 11 months old now) but it is still extremely hard to be a work at home mom. Especially when my baby is still home with me.

Working parents, stay at home parents or parents who work from home … there’s always a competition between the three to see who works the hardest or who does more during the day. I have done all three with my three kids and I’ve got to say … none of it is easy. Each has its own benefits and hardships. I can honestly tell you that in the 10 years that I have been a mother, nothing has ever been easy. Parenting is hard no matter how you do it. The grass is not greener on the other side. It is just as filled with work, chores, spit up, dirty diapers, chaos and lot and lots of love.

Get out of my Uterus!

Now that my baby is older (10 months) I tend to go out with all three of my kids pretty often. I take them out to eat, to play in the park, to the mall … and everywhere I go there is at least one person who feels the need to say something about the fact that I have only boys.

I constantly hear stuff like…“Don’t you wish you had a girl?” or  “Oh, three boys, time to start trying for a girl!” Recently, one person even asked me if I wanted her to send me a link of tips on how to conceive a girl – seriously?!

First of all, I am very happy being a mom of boys (read my earlier blog about that here). I love my little guys more than anything in the world and I wouldn’t trade them in for all the bows and ribbons in the world. Second of all, who do you think you are you to tell me what it’s time for? What if three kids is all I want? What if I like to have big spaces between my kids? What if I’m actually trying and having a hard time and feeling terrible about myself?

I realized that no matter what your family looks like – all boys, all girls, only child, 5+ kids, same sex parents, single parents, etc – someone will have something to say to you about it. Why does it seem that when it comes to talking to people about their families, everything is open for discussion!? You have no idea what someone is going through and just because you have an opinion about someone’s PERSONAL LIFE doesn’t mean you have to share it.

I totally believe that “it takes a village to raise a child” but that does not mean that strangers (or even friends and family) should be telling me how many children I should have and what gender they should be.

I try to be polite, smile and say stuff like “Oh, I love my boys and I’m very happy” but really what I want to do is scream “Get out of my uterus”! Maybe next time I should …

What do you do when strangers feel the need to comment on your personal life?

The Liebster Award

What an honor to be nominated for the Liebster Award by MommaB @baby_boardroom. I’m also participating in her blog series of A Day in the Life of #thismom. It has been so great reading what other moms go through daily. Check out her blog at

It was so much fun answering her questions! Really got my brain working!

  1. If you could re-live just one day of your life, which day would you choose and why? Wow that’s a tough first question! Get my brain working right away!

I would probably re-live my wedding day. It was one of the most amazing days of my life and so much fun. Also … it would give me a chance to change the hair style I had done because it was not a great one! Ha J

  1. Who would you share your last rolo with? That would have to be my mom because shes obsessed with them
  2. What is your biggest ambition in life? It depends on the day you ask, haha. I want to raise my children happy, kind and successful human beings. That is, of course, the most important. Personally, I have always dreamt of opening a big bridal salon.
  3. What is your biggest fear in life? (a bit morbid – sorry) To die young and not see my children growing up.
  4. What’s been your favourite holiday to date? We went to California to the Disney parks when my eldest was 5 and middle was 2 (baby wasn’t born yet). It was one of the most fun times we’ve had. Everything went according to schedule, which just helped reduce any stress of being in large parks with small children.
  5. If you could only save one outfit from your wardrobe what would it be? My blue jeans and black long sleeve shirt. Super basic but depending on the shoes and jewelry can be dressed up.
  6. If Bear Grylls kidnapped you, dropped you on a desert island and offered you a plus one, who would you want with you? (Celebrities included – knock yourselves out with the choice!) If I couldn’t take my family, I would take him (Bear Grylls)! Who else would help me survive!?
  7. Which word do you use the most in a day? Ha – probably the word “what?” after hearing “Mommy” 50,000+ times a day.
  8. If you won the lottery (silly mega bucks type win, not £2.30 for two numbers) what would genuinely be your first purchase? A house for my parents closer to me. They currently live a 12 hour flight away and I see them only every few months. It stinks being so far.
  9. What does ‘a happy life’ look like to you? Parents who aren’t stressed from life’s worries and children who feed off their parents’ positive energy and live happy lives.
  10. What is your one biggest regret? I’ve come to terms and made peace with it but I guess not totally as it was the first thing that popped in my head when I read this question. I regret having had a c-section with my first born. It wasn’t planned and it was definitely an emergency that saved my life and probably his too… but at the end of the day I always wonder if I’d done this or that differently, if I would still have had to have a c-section. That surgery resulted in my other two children being born via c-section and it hurts that I won’t ever be able to experience child birth.

My nominees and questions are below. It was so hard to pick just 11!! I enjoy reading all of your stuff and I can’t wait to see what you answer to my questions!














  1. What is your favorite part of the day?
  2. If you could have your dream job, what would it be?
  3. If you can live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?
  4. When you have some “me” time (ha) what is your favorite thing to do?
  5. If you could live in a TV sitcom, which would it be?
  6. Who is your greatest inspiration?
  7. What is your guilty pleasure snack food?
  8. Why did you start blogging?
  9. What is your biggest pet peeve?
  10. What is your favorite thing about yourself? What is the worst?
  11. If you could complete one thing off your bucket list, what would it be?


OK Nominees … now its your turn! After answering these questions, pick 11 nominees of your own and give them 11 questions! Can’t wait to see it all!

Taking Care of Business

Some weeks are just crazier than others.

Weeks where it seems that no matter how much you do, there is always more to do. No matter how much you get done, it’s never enough! Between the older kids, their homework, their after-school activities, making them lunch and dinner, going grocery shopping cleaning the house, doing the laundry, taking care of the baby and getting work done …. You lose yourself in the mess and forget to take care of YOU.

I have had one of those weeks that just made me want to scream into a pillow. Somehow everything was harder. The washing machine seemed to take longer to wash, the clothes were still damp after being in the dryer for an hour, the baby wouldn’t nap and was screaming almost all day, the kids homework was difficult even for me to figure out, the fridge was empty because I had no time to go grocery shopping which made cooking lunch and dinner pretty difficult using what I had, and my husband who is usually always around to help with this or that was so busy and out of the house from early in the morning until well after the kids were in bed and I was passed out on the couch, with the clothes that needed to be folded scattered around me.

One evening after the kids were FINALLY in bed, I realized that I hadn’t gone to the bathroom since waking up that morning, hadn’t eaten or drank a thing aside from my coffee in the morning, and hadn’t had a minute to myself until that very moment. I put aside the laundry and put my laptop away. I made myself a huge salad with every vegetable I had in the fridge, added cheese and craisins to give myself a little treat and sat down to watch re-runs of Friends, which always make me laugh.

I realized that if the laundry is folded and put away but the mommy is a wreck, it doesn’t help the household function at all. I realized that in order for everything to run as smoothly as possible, I need to be in working order. Which means I need to take care of myself and almost everything else can wait.

It seems that moms and dads always put themselves on the back burner. My husband and I are guilty of that as well. Everything else is more important than taking care of yourself. Whether it be going out to work, or working in the house … YOU seem to always come last.

Now, of course it’s easy to say that you should take care of yourself first. People compare it to when you’re on a flight and have to give yourself the oxygen mask before administering it to your children, but honestly … if I were ever (g-d forbid) in a situation like that … I would probably put the mask on my child first. I don’t think I’d be able to get the mask around my face before my child/ren were taken care of.

I’m trying to find a working balance of taking care of everyone else while also remembering ME, but its not an easy task for a parent.

But hey… I guess admitting the problem is the first step in recovery, no?

The Easy Way Out?

Moms who have had C-sections, myself included, get defensive when talking about it.  I was wondering why I always feel that I must explain why the first was an emergency (read about the birth of my first here) and that the ones following were necessary due to the first. I always feel that if I don’t justify the surgery (as if surgeries need to be justified), I will be considered “less of a mom”.

I can’t speak for everyone else, but I always felt that others would look down on me for not being able to have a “natural” birth. As if creating life and carrying it for 9 months isn’t natural enough.

A few weeks ago, Kate Hudson was interviewed in a magazine and was quoted saying the laziest thing she’s ever done was have a C-section. Now, I don’t know if she said that in jest or if she was serious but that created an online war. Some moms who have delivered naturally took her words seriously and started talking about how it is so lazy to have a C-section and how it’s the “easy way out” and moms who have had C-sections automatically felt the need to either hide or come out swinging.

Let me tell you, from personal experience …. having a C-section is definitely NOT the easy way out. I’m not saying that delivering vaginally is a walk in the park. I know it hurts … a lot. But how can you say that having surgery in order to deliver your child is EASY?! Your body gets sliced so many layers deep and while you have the spinal tap to numb you (more painful than an epidural needle by the way), you can still feel so much. Tugging, pulling, stretching, yanking … it is anything but painless.

When your child is born, you spend a few seconds with the baby and they take him away in order to suture you. In some countries they use stitches, but in some places they still close up a C-section using STAPLES. Ouch. Even if you don’t suffer from an infection on your scar, which so many do, the healing process is extremely painful.

When you try to nurse your baby and your uterus contracts it hurts like hell because its been sliced open and has fresh sutures holding it together. You walk around hunched over and for at least the first few days you need to hold on to something while you walk as you can’t stand up straight due to the stitches in your stomach. Standing up from a seated position takes FOREVER and is severely painful because you can’t use your stomach muscles sp pulling yourself up is excruciating. Same for when you’re laying down and need to get up. For the first few WEEKS after having my C-section I slept sitting up, propped up by pillows. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to get up to my crying newborn to feed him in the middle of the night.

Having a baby, whichever way you deliver, is NOT easy. It’s painful before, it’s painful during, and it’s painful afterwards.

We need to stop putting each other down. Stop making other moms feel like they aren’t good enough, that they aren’t enough of a mom. We are all trying our best. We are all struggling but in different ways. We should be helping each other and making each other stronger.




Dads are Parents too!

My son started 1st grade this year and at the end of August my husband and I were anxiously awaiting the text message with the class placement for him. Finally, my phone pinged with the info. MY phone only. Not his. Apparently, they sent the information to the moms only.

The first day of school was amazing. They had a big ceremony to welcome all the first graders to “big kid school” and it was very beautiful and emotional. Before all the parents went home, the teachers asked all the moms to stay in the classroom for a few minutes. She wanted to give us the paperwork needed to fill out with all the medical information, permission slips for trips, etc. Why just the moms? Do the dads not know this info about their children?

That night, a class Whatsapp was created by one of the moms for all the other moms so that we can help each other out with questions and keep each other informed. While I think that it’s a great idea – why just the moms?? Why can’t we include BOTH parents in the group?

My husband (like so many other dads) relies on me to get all the information about our kids. I used to think it was laziness on his part but now I realize that it’s not that most dads don’t want or care to be involved, it’s that they don’t get included. There are so many “Mommy & Me” classes but there aren’t any “Daddy & Me” classes or “Me & My Parents”. It drives me crazy!

My husband loves our three children *to the moon and back* and of course he cares about the ins and outs of their day! He takes them to school almost every morning and packs their school lunches every night. He kisses boo-boos and changes diapers. He tucks them in to bed and reads stories with them …. Why wouldn’t he?

Dads are parents too!


Family Night

Our day to day lives are so busy. My husband is self-employed and works (what seems like) every waking hour. Sometimes he works from home but often he is out of the house for the majority of the day, getting home very late. I work from home and between work, 2 kids + a baby and the house, I am always busy.  My children have busy schedules of their own with homework, after-school activities, and play-dates. 

It is very rare that we get to sit together for dinner. In our home, dinner is cooked and ready in the kitchen and gets served to whoever is ready to eat between 5:30 pm and bedtime. Usually the two older boys eat together. We don’t spend time together as often as I’d like but as much as I try to change the situation, I realized it just doesn’t work. 

But then, the weekend comes and every Friday night, without fail, we sit together for dinner as a family. No iPads, no TV, just us. We eat and talk about our week. The good, the bad, and the mundane. The kids tell us about things that happened in school, at their after school clubs, with their friends and its so much fun listening to them talk about their experiences. 

My 5 and 9 year old set the table together while I make the salad and after dinner my husband washes the dishes while the boys and I clear the table. After we finish eating, we have dessert while playing a board or card game.

I know it sounds cheesy, like a movie or TV show, but it’s important and it works for us. It’s our “family time”. It’s a bit of a routine, but its definitely never boring. There are always new stories that we share with each other. No matter how much my boys argue sometimes , they love teaming up and playing against us parents.

It’s just one day a week but since there are no distractions, my children talk to us. If something is bothering them, they let it out. They learned that we are there to listen to them and help them with anything. My children look forward to it just as much as my husband and I do. 

Friday night has become our family night where we bond and build memories. 

A Mom and her Boys

Yes… I have three boys. No… I didn’t wish/pray/hope for a girl. Yes… I enjoy being a mom of boys. Yes… my bathroom needs to be cleaned almost hourly.

Thanks for asking.

These are questions I have come to expect when people find out I have only boys. Once at a party, a friend’s father actually told me “a boy is yours until he takes a wife, a girl is yours for life”. What?! Why would you say that to someone who is a mom to only boys?

I have three amazing sons. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

They are insightful, inquisitive and adventurous. They are funny, loving and passionate. My sons are the ones who find tiny little flowers to pick for me when we go to the park and if they can’t find any … they draw a flower in the sand for me. My sons are the ones who tell me I look like a beautiful princess because I put on an old maxi sundress. My sons are the ones who find adventure in every little walk in the park (or trip to the supermarket). Any “shiny” stone they find while digging in the dirt becomes a precious stone they bring home to me. 

And yes … I also get snuggles, cuddles and kisses (sometimes) along with the muddy shoes, ripped jeans and pockets full of rocks, sticks and leaves. I wouldn’t have it any other way!




‘Coz We Are Living In A Material World …

Last year I noticed that my oldest son (then 8 years old) was starting to become obsessed with materialistic stuff. Always talking about the size of this or that house, the cool new toys he saw advertised, expensive cars, etc.

He wasn’t lacking anything he needed (or even wanted for that matter) but I realized that I haven’t been doing a great job at teaching him the difference between what he needs and what he wants. I knew I needed to talk to him. During our trips to the city I would give him change to give the needy, but I didn’t feel that he really understood. I started thinking of what I can do to get him more involved.

I then met these two wonderful women who ran a small organization called “A Cake from the Heart”. They would recruit people to bake birthday cakes for children whose parents really couldn’t afford to buy or bake them one.

This caught my son’s attention right away. In our house birthdays are HUGE. I love to bake so I make so many cakes for him and his brothers. A small cake for their actual birthday at home, a cake to take to school to share with their friends, a cake for their party … and each time it has a theme and a design. For him to hear that there are children who might not even get a regular simple cake for their birthday broke his heart. I decided to get my two older kids involved with this.

In one month we baked 17 cakes for needy children. We asked for their ages and tried to find out what they liked (soccer, dinosaurs, etc) so that we can make the cake as fun as possible.

The boys helped me bake and design the cakes. I took the boys with me the first time we went to deliver a cake to the organization. When we stepped inside my boys saw all the second hand items that other people had donated. They saw clothes, toys, baby gear and more.

On the way home, my older son asked me what else we can do to help. He said he never thought about how hard it was for some children to just be able to afford clothes and how sad he felt for them.

We decided together that twice a year (when we de-clutter the house) we would take the toys and clothes that they have outgrown (or got bored of) and donate it to needy families. My son even got a few of his friends involved.

Around the holiday season we got his class involved and this year we are doing a school-wide project collecting gifts and clothes for the needy.

As hard as the experience was for him, I think it opened his eyes to a world he didn’t realize existed and helped him become a little less obsessed with the materialistic world and a little more driven with helping others.