Anonymous wrote:Liam
Finn
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Simon
Elliott
Maya
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You are a nice Jewish family living in Chevy Chase. You are originally from Westchester County NY, so really wanted to find an environment that supported a good thriving Jewish community. You met your husband Bruce who was from Rockville, but you didn't think Rockville was good enough, so you moved to Chevy Chase. Although Bruce is Jewish by birth, his family is pretty non-religious (although they do celebrate Passover and Hanukkah). You are now part of a conservative synagogue, but you do most of the observance for the house. You and the children keep kosher, but Bruce does not (not all the time, at least) and you have to fight to keep him honest about which sink and dishes he uses. But he tries hard. And he's a good father, when he helps out. Simon is named after your late father who ran a delicatessen in White Plains for many years. Elliott is your little tasmanian devil and you're not sure if you can handle him upcoming bar mitzvah. Maya is your little princess. Your latest fight is about whether to send Simon to New York for Yeshiva high school.

Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:55 pages and I haven't seen my son's name yet: Theodore. (Not sure what we will name the second, DH likes Colette and I like Josephine for a girl, no clue for a boy.)
Your husband is a slight and flinchy man. He weighs 125 lbs soaking wet. He works as an accountant and writes peevish emails to the neighborhood listserv. You're taller than him, and overweight. You think of yourself as confident and outgoing, but most people see you as brash and overbearing. You've got a nasty streak that you try to hide, but not very well. You love to gossip with your husband about work and other parents at your charter school, which is Inspired Teaching or Mundo Verde. Both you and your husband put a lot of energy into your careers, though neither of you realizes that you're not on the advancement track. This is especially sad because the energy you spend on work comes at Theo's expense. He's a sickly child with deep set eyes. He has asthma and a nearly constant runny nose. You think you're being liberal and teaching him responsibility by letting him choose his own clothes at 8 years old and making him responsible for washing them and his own showers. In reality this means he is usually dressed in mismatched, grubby clothes that smell vaguely of pee.
Downer!
I call em like I see em.
Mary Ellen
Molly
Katherine (Katie)
Anonymous wrote:Mary Ellen
Molly
Katherine (Katie)
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Simon
Elliott
Maya
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Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Jake and Molly
that you were too lazy to come up with real names, so you used the ones you gave to your pets in elementary school.
Funny, when I look back on my childhood pet names, I see a real lack of imagination. I mean, I had a dog named Toto and a fish named Goldie. I thought I was doing slightly better with the kids' names. Oh well.
Anonymous wrote:Richard (Ricky)
Noah
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:55 pages and I haven't seen my son's name yet: Theodore. (Not sure what we will name the second, DH likes Colette and I like Josephine for a girl, no clue for a boy.)
Your husband is a slight and flinchy man. He weighs 125 lbs soaking wet. He works as an accountant and writes peevish emails to the neighborhood listserv. You're taller than him, and overweight. You think of yourself as confident and outgoing, but most people see you as brash and overbearing. You've got a nasty streak that you try to hide, but not very well. You love to gossip with your husband about work and other parents at your charter school, which is Inspired Teaching or Mundo Verde. Both you and your husband put a lot of energy into your careers, though neither of you realizes that you're not on the advancement track. This is especially sad because the energy you spend on work comes at Theo's expense. He's a sickly child with deep set eyes. He has asthma and a nearly constant runny nose. You think you're being liberal and teaching him responsibility by letting him choose his own clothes at 8 years old and making him responsible for washing them and his own showers. In reality this means he is usually dressed in mismatched, grubby clothes that smell vaguely of pee.
Downer!