Friday, December 28, 2007

765.84

This blog post has nothing to do with Sarah Rochel, except in the way that EVERYTHING has EVERYTHING to do with Sarah Rochel - certainly in my life, and why not in yours too?

It's 1:40 AM, and I have just finished unpacking groceries. The receipt is here next to me on the table, and I'm so staggered by the total that I feel the need to share it with all of you. So, categorized as follows...

Disposable goods: enough to last for about 2-3 weeks, including diapers and paper towels: 160.83

Produce: enough to last for one week: 72.32

Dairy: enough to last for the next 4 days, except for milk: 58.42

Baking supplies: 27.36

Prepared food: (canned stuff, wine, chocolate, crackers, chumus, etc), enough for about a week: 190.89

Dead animals: (includes canned tuna), enough for a week: 230.57

Misc tiny other: 25.94

So total is still 765.84 NIS. Well, 766.33. So I missed a decimal or two - whatever!

I'm exhausted now, and doesn't know what this proves, but golly, I'll think about at an hour that doesn't begin with a 'two'.

If you wanna see the entire breakdown (sorry, I didn't list produce weights), you can look at this. Oh, eyes many much closing now...

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Almost great and powerful

Rehersal, rehersal, rehersal... quick, rewrite that scene... "Miriam, I need you to be sick next Thursday morning." (I - alas - feel fine and will miss that rehersal.) Reherse, reherse, go to the pianist's house to sing, sing in the car, sing in the shower (who has time to shower?), sing until Sarah Rochel says, "No Mommy singing," recite recite recite, play with the leprechaun hat they've decided the Wizard wears, reherse, reherse.

This picture is from erev shabbos last week (I don't believe it's Thursday tomorrow, I mean, today). Note our pretty new velvet dress and the "kertief" that Savta put on us. We love wearing a kertief just like Savta!



I just got a new Ikea catalogue, so I'm busy spending money I don't have. I think I'm up to like 22,000 NIS and I'm just thinking about my daughter's room.

I got a second-degree burn on my hand Sunday night, as I tripped over my own feet and attempted to fall down a set of stairs. In the wonderful God-given way we can think REALLY fast, as I'm starting to fall I grab the bannister and realize that my hand on the bannister hurts - a lot - but golly, falling down 10 steps would hurt more, so I'll just go with the hand pain... and I B"H stopped my fall. But the friction on the bannister gave me quite the 2 inch welt on my hand. Ow ow ow ow. But Yoav Magic Hatzola Man bandaged me with BurnShield for two days (which is basically just tea tree oil), and voila, two days later it's a painless scar. Ain't the human body amazing? And thank you God for not sending me down those steps, because a Wizard of Oz with a leg cast just kinds ruins the mood, ya know?

Off to bed. Goodnight!

Monday, December 17, 2007

Ah, the Druyanity of it all...

Okay, it's now 9:58 PM. I am stopping to blog at 11, so let's see how much we can catch up!



As no doubt most of you have surmised, what with my parents being here and Yoav's parents coming, I haven't been blogging so much, partially because I'm busy, and partially because heck, I write this thing mostly for them, you know? But I'll try to cover all the ground I missed..

So my parents came, and yes, I'm going to say it again, I-told-you-so that between photographs and phone calls SR definitely did NOT forget who Bubby and Zayde were! Totally delicious. She enjoyed their visit IMMENSELY, as did Yoav and myself. And SR was pronouncing Zayde perfectly by the end of the trip, as you can see on this video (wait for it):


We didn't get as much touring done as we might of, since alas, I still had to work some of the time, and my father got a bit of a cold (thanks for sharing, Tattie), and my mother, alas, fell prey to the same Virus of Doom that I had in the last post. And Yoav tonight just started running a fever, so basically we're well into Winter Health Season over here. I MUST get around to getting our flu shots...

But I digressed. So besides MiniIsrael as previously blogged, we went... um... I think we hit one grocery store or another 5 times in 48 hours, which is talented, I know. We (my parents and inlaws, since the latter had already arrived) ate out one night at my favorite fish restaurant over a gas station, and went out thereafter to see my old schoolmate Avi Lieberman who was part of a fundraising comedy show. Yoav had to go teach and so missed the comedy part of the evening, which was perhaps best, because between the 4 imported American comedians it was fairly inevitable that someone would have a mildly off color joke... or a rampantly rainbow plaid off color joke...

Did I mention all the grocery stores?

One afternoon we went to the kinda-local Monkey Park, where we discovered that liking monkeys in books is a very different thing than liking them in person, even in cages. But since there were ample parents and grandparents for Tochs to have a death grip on, we enjoyed our visit.

Back at home, we also had all kinds of general fun with the girl, of course, who has not (after all) forgotten about Abba Birthday, but indeed can now tell you that "Abba birthday ishrei (Tishrei), Mommy birthday Iyar" and of course, "Rochel birthday Adar." Not too shabby, kiddo. And incidentally accurate.

Yesterday, the last day my parents were here, I played hooky from work and we Sightsaw, darn it, so we could pretend we had done more than hang around feeling ill and occasionally going to the grocery store (to be fair, we hit the pharmacies a fair amount as well). We ended up in Aderet where we did exciting things like driving around and taking pictures at a panoramic view, which happened to be in a construction site.

I mentioned last time that the girl is the Queen of Stall when it comes to bedtime lately (last night with Yoav: "Hot dog! High chair! Book! Tissue! Open! OPEN!" (the last there directed at the door). Well, she's not just cute about her bedtime, I'm afraid. A few nights ago when she was in full 'I do NOT want to go to bed!' hysterics, she managed to fling her top-heavy self right over the side of her crib. B"H that Yoav was standing there and caught half of her, and the debris on her floor (in this case, an old suitcase) caught the other half. Okay, scary but fine, we thought. Isolated incident, right?

And then last night, when she wasn't hysterical but she wouldn't stop crying, Yoav walks into her room to find her with one leg over the side of the crib. Oooh. Double plus uncool. I was at a play practice, but when I come home I find the two of them asleep, Yoav's head next to the girl's, on the crib mattress which has been removed to the floor. I wake up Yoav, put a few extra pillows around, and anticipate that the girl WILL wake up during the night. When I checked on her at midnight, she was already 90 degrees turned, as shown, and indeed at 2 AM, she woke up and I found her standing on the floor, totally confused. I then woke Yoav, who replaced the crib mattress, she went back to sleep and all was well.

But it brings up the point that she may need to get out of the crib. She may just be big enough to climb out and small enough not to do it safely. So we're looking into beds and toddler beds and really large sized Tupperware (just kidding! Maybe!) and perhaps taking my wise mother's suggestion and just buying a shorter mattress. Tonight the girl was sat by Saba and Savta, and she fell asleep in the car thereafter, so she transferred smoothly to the crib. Whew!

Strike that. She just woke up and asked for "Mommy singing" in order to go back to sleep. Okay, I can live with that. Sing sing sing, rock rock rock, and she's back in bed.

Today in the car she made me listen to the first song from 'Shlock Rock Almost on Broadway' about 12 times in a row ("gain" she says, from her throne in the backseat. "Soup challah kiddush," she demands). So we listen to the Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious parody, "Soup and challah candlesticks kiddush it is delicious" over... and over... Good thing we love Lenny!

I had to take her with me to play practice the other day. I was holding her, and while I'm practicing my solo, she starts clopping my mouth with her hand and saying, "Mommy no singing!" Well, thank you very much.

The play is selling out nicely (they are thinking of adding an EIGTH show, oh heavens) so feel free to buy your tickets now. Yes, I mean you.

That's actually all that comes to mind now to blog, and hey, it's only 10:45 at night! So here's what you actually came for - pictures!


Out on the tundra of Ateret (okay, it looks like a frozen wasteland, but it was just a grey day combined with white rubble).



And the weather changed again, and it was a sunny day! Zayde and SR (hmm, Zayde is SR too... well, both of them then) played out back while Bubby recovered.

And now, Monkey Park pictures:

Um, are they gone yet? Is it safe to smile?






No baboon! No baboon!"

We finally fit into our Astros warm up suit, courtesy of Uncle Micah:

Note that we also preferred to play in the suitcase over playing with the items brought therein. Big shock.




Sarah Rochel invited Zayde to her tent.


And she invited herself (and Abba) into Zayde's trunk! This was actually her favorite part of the Monkey Park trip.


Here are three generations being amused by reading the phone book (see previous blog entry).



My dad has been wanting to do this for a long time. Note the comparison between the girl in the chair right after we bought it, and this current shot. Shoot. Who's been feeding my little monkey?

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Remorse, remorse!

Well, THAT was a veritable drought of blogging! I do apologize for lapsing in my task of sending updates from the Land of Tochterbean, but it was busy busy and then I was struck with the Virus of Doom, which wiped me out for some days... And now my parents are here... yay!! Fun! Toys! Clothes!

The girl has been going through a massive verbal acquisition stage lately, stepped up even from her usual rapid progress. So while maybe she can't draw a circle yet (like a toddler of her acquaintance some few days older than her - harumph! Not that it's a competition!), she can happily tell you that she has ten toes, will read to herself from the phonebook for ten minutes at a time, she will fetch your shoes for you, and the way she says Zjejeh is becoming pronounced more like 'Zayde' all the time. She lights her own menorah (with help), and when she washes her hands she says "ata melech sher kidish" and then if you prompt "al netilas..." she says "dayim!"

She also started eating actually quantities of food again. Whew!

She has reached new heights in stalling bedtime as well, which developmentally is right on cue for her age. We try to make bedtime close to dinner time so she'll be full, you know? (A throwback to trying to get her to sleep longer through the night when she was still nursing.) So little clever child has started asking, once the light is off and crib placement is imminent, "Food?" in this winsome, pleading "no one ever fed me before" voice. So I've brought her slices of cheese, even let her have a milk bottle... but clearly she's not interested at all. So last night bedtime was right after dinner, and she asks, "Food?" and I say no, she just finished dinner, it's time to sleep. So she cries for a moment, and then in the exact same tone of voice asks, "Tissue?" Um, good try kiddo. Have a tissue, go to bed.

When I came in and checked on her hours later, the tissue was still clutched in her hand.

Tonight she skipped the food stall, and went straight for "Bubby!"

Words we hear a lot around here now:
Cota cheese, stuck, messy, Rochel feed you, MINE! (applies to any inanimate object), water cup, shabos necklise...

We have not mentioned "Abba birthday" for almost two weeks. I am stricken.

We got the hat that F made us! Yay! Feel free to buy your own or a reasonable facsimile thereof at this store! Buy lots! She does custom color orders! She also makes a mean orange chicken, but her cooking is not available through this website at this time. Sarah Rochel loves the hat already (she calls it - ready for it? - "Hat."), and it keeps her adorable little head very warm... except of course, it was HOT yesterday when we were all at MiniIsrael, so much so that her little cheeks were all red and she was prancing around in short sleeves. But the hat will come in handy other times.

As you can see, my parents brought (amongst many other sundry goodies) my vintage 1984 Cabbage Patch premie. I recollected what I had officially changed her name to, back in 1985... Sarah Rivka. Yup. That's funny. Life imitating life, as it were.

More to come in days to come, I hope. Happy Chanuka ya'll!