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I’m just pretending to be a scorpion

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Milo had his 1st dentist visit last week and got his teeth cleaned. Everything looked good – healthy teeth, good spacing…

Things were going well when part way into the cleaning Milo starts making this strange and somewhat guttural sound. The hygienist, slightly alarmed, stopped what she was doing and asked him if everything was alright and if something hurt.

Milo replied, “I’m just pretending to be a scorpion.”

And so I ask you, faithful audience, what animal or creature do you pretend to be when you get your teeth cleaned?

dentist vacuum cleaner

1st cleaning

Bye Bye Do, hello Re

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Milo is growing like a weed and just outgrew his first violin. We named the first one, “Do” and the new one has been dubbed “Re”.

Bye Bye Do, hello Re!!

It’s sad saying goodbye to Do, because of how souped up and customized he had become. Milo’s wonderful teacher Miss Ariel had this 1st violin and bow “modded” with finger tapes, elastic band “finger seat-belts”, and multiple stickers in various spots to help us keep track of where all of our fingers need to be at various times.

But Re already has brand new finger tapes and I’m sure before long will be just as loved.

double time

excitedcomparing do and re

do and rebows

it’s spring, so i’m transplanting memories

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Been channeling my Great-Grandma Hanna and making Matzo and butter sandwiches for Milo (and me) lately as a snack.

I have strong memories of Hanna giving me egg Matzo smothered in butter at her garden apartment in Hackensack, NJ. Very good memories. I also distinctly remember her hassock (and flipping it on its side and rolling around the living room) and the crystal bowl on her coffee table that was always filled with hard candies. And the dentures in a jar in the bathroom.

Here are some simple instructions on how you can plant your own memory of Great-Grandma Hanna:

Egg Matzo
start with egg Matzo

Egg Matzo smothered in butter
smother it in butter

kid enjoying egg Matzo smothered in butter
give the egg Matzo smothered in butter to a kid and watch him or her smile

the polenta in your body

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setting: dinner table
menu: sautéed shrimp with red peppers and basil over polenta and an artichoke per person
characters: rachel, morgan, milo
context: it’s been a long day

Milo: “What’s that?” pointing to food on his plate
Morgan: “Polenta”
Milo: “What’s it made of?”
Morgan: “Corn”
Milo: looks at Morgan skeptically
Morgan: “Well, not corn on the cob…corn meal…” Morgan starts to look frazzled
Milo: “Polenta…like, the polenta in your body?”
Morgan: “Whaaaat?”
Milo: “yeah, the polenta in your body”
Morgan: “Milo, I don’t know what you’re talking about” Morgan definitely looking frazzled now
Rachel: “Do you mean placenta?”
Milo: “yeah, the placenta, the placenta in your body”
Morgan: “oh…well not exactly, that’s something different” cracking up and no longer frazzled

I’m going to be different than you.

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It started with telling Milo that I needed to clip his fingernails.

“Dad, when I’m an adult can I grow my fingernails long?”

“Milo, when you are an adult you can do anything you like”

“Like what?”

“You can grow your fingernails long, you can sleep all day, and you can eat a candy bar every night. But you know what, I’m an adult and I clip my fingernails, I don’t sleep all day, and I don’t eat candy bars every night.”

a moment of silence

“Dad…I’m going to be different than you.”

Michael Sidney Kulick

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Grandpa and Alexandra
Grandpa Michael, Rachel, and Alexandra with Milo at his 1st Birthday party.

We will miss you Grandpa Mike.

Michael Sidney Kulick, September 5, 1940 – March 11, 2012

autumn day
circa October 2008

Overheard in the locker room

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Milo chatting up a very patient elderly gentleman in the JCC locker room after his swimming lesson…

Milo: “What are you doing here?”
Older Man: “I’m getting dressed.”
M: “Why?”
OM: “I’m getting ready to go home.”
M: “I’m going home too. Look how wrinkly my hands are. Hey your hands are wrinkly, did you go swimming?”
OM: “No, my hands are just old.”
M: “What’s that?”
OM: “My cane.”
M: “What’s a cane?”
OM: “It’s like a walking stick, it helps me walk.”
M: “Why do you need help walking?”
OM: “I have a bum knee.”
M: “You have a bum knee?!?!” (incredulously)
OM: “I have a bad knee, my knee is hurt.”
M: “You should go see a doctor.”
OM: sigh “Yes, I’ve been told that.”