Thursday, May 29, 2008

Whew, remembered!

So, the other day I had my sleeves rolled up whilst giving Prunella a bath.
"Mommy, boo boo." (pointing)
"No Prunella, that's not a boo boo. That spot is called a freckle. See that spot, and that spot, and that? All those lttle spots are called freckles."

Her Highness ruminates for a moment, considering, staring at my arm. Finally, her brows clears in recognition, because she has seen something like this before.

(pointing) "Mommy - MATZA!"

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

A "big" night

(Aside: no I CANNOT recall that cute thing I was going to share, and neither can my friends in the park (harumph!) so either it will come to me or not. I'd say your loss, but no, it's mine, because if two-point-one years of mothering has taught me ANYTHING, it's that you won't remember ANYTHING unless you blog it. Or take a picture of it. Or it leaves a stain.)

(Okay, that's not entirely true... but it's close enough to truth to suffice in a blog.)

Baruch Hashem, the antibiotics are working (the culture indeed showed I had strep), and my throat has been feeling better hourly, while in general I am just about back to myself. So while my Wednesday-at-home wasn't as productive as usual, I still got some Talk'n'Save work done (please hold for an emergency search engine plug: Talk'n'Save cell phone rental in Israel, going to Israel for the year? then rent a phone for Israel from Talk'n'Save, that's www.talknsave.net, cell phone rental for Israel, Israel phone rental and Israel SIM card. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming) which is busy now because I'm working on all of our marketing-towards-the-students-coming-next-year stuff (in case you, ahem, couldn't tell. Did I mention we have a refer a friend program? A free $10!)... gosh, where did this sentence start? Oh yes, so I got some work done, did a bit of laundry, ate some week old shabbos food (what I had made during the LAST productive Wednesday!) and finally went and picked up My Girl.

We went to the park and hung out with Yisroel and co., then came home. We watched some Wiggles on YouTube (because she hadn't done so in AGES and frankly, after shlepping in the sun I needed to do something stationary). Then she helped get dinner ready (did I ever tell you? She had an undecipherable "I wanna epple" for a while. She'd go and stand by the fridge and repeat it over and over, and we had NO clue what she meant. Apple? No. Elbow? No. Finally - it means "I want to help you," as in help get dinner or do dishes or whatever. YUM!), and then while we waited for Abba to get back from mincha, she helped match socks and fold napkins. Then she ate VERY nicely (both in manners and quantity), then played while Yoav and I finished. Then she helped put away her toys, and literally danced with me into the bathroom for bathtime.

She also made sure we didn't "forgot vitamins."

She lay down in the tub on her belly, holding her head above water, "wimming" very nicely, but only if I kept her toes covered with the washcloth. (Previous to now she wouldn't lay down until the water went down!) Then she let me cut her nails (okay, I had to ask a few times) but really, VERY nicely - no crying, only snatched her hand back twice, no squirming!

As soon as I took her out (and yes, she volunteered to come out, didn't need to be forced), she asked to sit on the potty. Quick towel dry, and down she went, while I went to her room to get hairbrush, etc. Came back, brushed her hair, used the special comb. She starts playing with the comb, then stands up to check something in the tubby, and... behold! WE HAVE USED THE POTTY! (And yes, I confirmed it wasn't just that we were still wet from the tubby and dripped.) Much fanfare from the mother towards the slightly bemused tochter, much applause etc. She wiped VERY nicely, we dumped in the toilet, SR flushed (she does enjoy flushing), we get in our pajamas (and diaper - you think I'm nuts?), and reward her Mature Highness with that classic neighborhood pee-in-the-potty reward, a single chocolate chip (you get two for more impressive potty contributions).

Toothbrushing ("forgot toothbrush!") she does, then lets me finish up VERY nicely. We then read our 'Once Upon a Potty' book twice, then that old classic, "Happy Baby 123". And she knows it COLD, is counting forwards and backwards and accurately (as in "How many oranges are there?" and she counts them). So big! My big girl! We say shema, and... my big girl wants to sleep in her cribby. Fine, whatever. I sing. Now, bed. Okay. I sing. Wait, she needs her baby. I go get the baby, we tuck her in - now, cribby. FINE, okay, sing sing, goodbye.

And then all semblance of 'big girl' goes out the window, except in that you have to admire her mature stalling techniques. And she did not cry, even once.

Crib for 3 minutes.
"Mommy! Mommy!" (open door) "Baby okay now!" (good, and so... lay down girl, leave)

Crib for 3 minutes.
"Mommy! Mommy" (open door) "No baby." (remove baby from crib) "Sing Winken Blinken Nod" (sing)

Crib for 5 minutes.
"Mommy! Mommy!" (open door) "Need baby." (replace baby) "Sing Hamalach" (okay, but just once)

Crib for 10 minutes.
"Mommy! Mommy!" (open door) "No baby." (show her we can put baby in opposite end of crub, so not in our way. Now go to sleep, Squirt!)

Crib for 3 minutes.
"Mommy! Mommy!" (open door) "No baby." (drop her over the side into the chair already!). "Bed!" (take small face firmly between hands - if you go in the bed, no more moving, Mommy's not coming back in, okay?) "Yah." (put in bed, goodNIGHT!)

Bed for 2 minutes.
"Mommy! Mommmmmmmy!!" (through closed door - GO TO SLEEP!) "Need more water!" (Huh?) "More water cuppy!" (much to my chagrin, indeed, she had finished her water. I refill, I come back in eating my words, drop off full cup, and goodBYE!)

Bed for 3 minutes.
"Mommy! Mommy!" (not opening door! GO TO BED!) "Mommy? Mommy?" (continue blogging furiously, thinking how badly I want to go and make a cold drink with crushed ice but am afraid of the noise) "Mommy! Mommy! MOMmy!" (Yoav walks in) "Mommy! Mommy!" (make Yoav read this whole account, holler 'go to bed' and 'goodnight' a few more times) "Mommy... Mommy..." (almost relax) "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy booger! Mommy booger nose! Booger no-o-ose!!... Mommy! MOMMY!" (Yoav goes in, she doesn't mentioning her booger and so he doesn't address it, he lays her down, sings briefly, leaves)

BLI AYIN HARA, it's now two hours and 7 minutes since bathtime began, and we (may) have heard the last of her for the night. I never would have kept going in except I felt (undoubtedly rightfully so) that after two nights of getting put to sleep in the car and two days of hardly seeing me that she needed some extra "Mommy is going to come if I call" reassurance.


Right. That's my big girl. My big, little, occasionally infantile, darling, teething, peeing-in-the-potty little girl.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Poetic princess

The other day Sarah Rochel was running down the sidewalk and said, "Running! Running! Like birdies flying sky!"

Move over Emily Dickinson.

Shoot, she said something else majorly cute the other day that I now can't remember.

But she has been saying "Mommy sick" which is, alas, true. I seem to have strep, as in seem-to-so-much-that-the-doc-put-me-on-antibiotics-even-before-the-culture-comes-back, oh joy. So I came home early yesterday (and SR went to the holy David's house, where she was fed and bathed and loved and only got into one hairbrush altercation with Nesanel the Toddler (SR may have been grooming him a little forcefully)). Yoav picked her up, she fell asleep in the car. Today, he woke her and dressed her. I got out of bed long enough to get a hug and a "bye bye!" from her Highness. I went back to bed, she went to J-town. She was picked up by Mama Nechy, who fed and bathed and loved her and from whom Yoav will be picking her up momentarily, whereupon she'll fall asleep in the car.

My total time with my daughter in the past 24 hours? 15 seconds, not including our 5 AM meeting when she needed an emergency two verses of "Winken Blinken and Nod" sung to her with my scratchy voice whilst I leaned against the bedroom wall so I wouldn't fall down.

Anyway..

In fire news, some weeks ago the fire department in Beit Shemesh had an open house week, with demonstrations and displays and fun stuff. We took SR, who likes fire trucks and such from her books, and she enjoyed it.. mostly. It was hot and crowded but neat.

And last week it was Lag Baomer, so we went to the shul's "party and fire." SR enjoyed the (controlled) bonfire ("fire warm") and especially enjoyed walking up the nosh table and nonchalantly helping herself to take not just snacks but the entire bowl. Fortunately, taller children had gotten there first, so the bowls were mostly empty.

Argh! I just asked Yoav what that cute thing she said the other day was, and he can't remember either!

Throat...so...sore... Must...eat...ice cream...

Anyway, while her Highness is cuter than ever, she is less into posing for the camera now than she used to be. Well, she can talk to you about it, but she's got more things to do than just sit there and smile, you know?




(that last is too cute, even if it is out of focus)

And speaking of cuter than ever, here is she in her finery a year ago. What a difference (more) hair makes!

In sleep news, she still occasionally vaccilates between bed and cribby, but the bed is winning. As soon as the school year ends Yoav will remove the crib and then I'm sure she'll lay peacefully and quietly in her bed every night until we marry her off, pack her off to seminary, or whatever. Probably whatever. When we check on her before we go to sleep, it's occasionally quite comical, as she will sometimes be totally off her pillow except for her feet, or be off the bed except for her head, and so on. I took this picture of her sleeping quite soundly not on the bed (except her 'Goodnight Moon' socks that Uncle Boaz got her), but rather on the bolster pillow we put next to the bed to break her fall (somewhat silly since the pillow is only one inch down from the bed, and the bed is only about 7 inches off the ground, but whatever).

All for now. Will see you at 3 AM when I wake up and remember what that cute thing was she said.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Good shabbos!

The girl is at her new metapelet for another 8.3 seconds, so I'm running! We're making early shabbos too because we're eating with the OJ shabbaton in the neighborhood, so aiiiii!!



Good shabbos!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Bedtimes have I loved

Her Highness didn't nap today, and don't those days make for the easiest bedtimes? (Well, excepting the no-nap-overtired-kvetchies.) At 7:30 we were in the bath, at 7:50 we were out, and at 8:15 she fell asleep while I was reading the first page of 'Horton Hears a Who' (pop-up version). Yay!

First seder on Pesach we had, besides 4 grandparents, one uncle and two cousins (three if you count their almost-1 year old, who ate more in a day than my daughter eats in a week), our friends the Gordons with their brood, and a handful of seminary girls. Anticipating that some of the brood might want to go to sleep (note: only the 7 month old did), we stuck a mattress on the floor of SR's room.

Let me say here before I go any further that Sarah Rochel acquitted herself BEAUTIFULLY at the seder, saying the first Mah Nishtana with only minimal bribery and staying up and playing nicely with the other children... until everyone left... at 3 AM. Now THAT was a bedtime, best described as me holding my daughter very tightly while she kicked and thrashed and screamed bloody homicide until she passed out. As I told Yoav then, after that he owed me a WEEK's worth of bedtimes.

So after that first night, SR wanted to sleep on the bed instead of the crib. She's gone back and forth quite a bit (usually in the course of one bedtime - that is, she'll go quietly to bed in one of them, then five minutes later call you back in her room to put her in the other one, and so on), but all in all she's mostly been sleeping on the bed since Pesach.

Undoubtedly due to that fairly major change, to say nothing of all the disruptions to routine that having four grandparents around blissfully provides, bedtime has become... challenging. Lots of stalling, including asking for more books and more songs and matza in bed (I kid you not). Lots of tossing and turning, although that's definitely getting used to not having bars to snuggle up against. Lots of coming out of the bed and standing by the door crying, or even on occasion, giggling. We're having to do a lot of stern "It's bedtime now and you have to stay in your bed" type statements. And despite being only two, she completely and utterly understands what we're saying. She just doesn't like it. Yoav is better at putting her to bed than I, so I try to give him as many opportunities as possible. I'm just a supportive wife that way.

Naptime, though... I don't know how to put her down for a nap, which is pathetic, but she grew out of what used to work, and in our normal weekly routine she either naps at the metapelet or naps in the car coming home. So Fridays and shabbos I'm like lost. Again, Yoav does better than I here. When I try to get her down for a nap she usually ends up scampering out of the room in full tilt giggle.

Back to Pesach, we did of course make two (three) days of yuntiv for all our guests, and SR can't understand the difference. So during the second seder (which wasn't yuntiv for us of course) when I tried to get her to take a bath, she said, "No bathtime - shabbos!" Silly mommy. Had to let her win that one.

Speaking of which, B"H the bathtime ablutophobia DID subside, hurray hurray, and she loves the tubby more than ever, to the point of in the last week or so often ASKING for bathtime to begin already.

Right - Pesach. Needless to say, we couldn't have done it without my holy mother, who came in so early to help. You know when you think it's all under control, and you're on schedule, and gosh, how complicated could it be anyway? Ha ha ha! My mother and my husband worked themselves to the bone, but it DID all get done (except for those three Cheerios we found on chol hamoed, but they were nasty and old and had probably had cleaning fluid on them and now we know we have to check on top of the support beams under the table. Thanks Princess!). We survived the "we're out of matza two days before Pesach" crisis (fortunately, that merchant was hardly the only one in town), we had plenty of food (mad props to my dad for peeling eight million tiny sweet potatoes, and further props to my inlaws for smuggling American mayonnaise into the country), the walnut oil didn't kill anyone, neither did the maror (fresh!), I made charoset for the first time and hated it (but other people said it was good), and a merry time was had by all.

Chol hamoed we got around a bit, but not too much. We went to the local Stalactite Cave, already referred to by my daughter. Her favorite part of the entire thing was the turtle my mother found in the grass on the way to the parking lot. It was waving at her, as she will tell you very repeatedly. We went to Tel Aviv one day seeking indoor entertainment (that was after it had progressed from 'need a sweater weather' to 'find a way to remove your skin it's so hot' weather, all in a couple days!), and we went to the Diaspora Museum. Once in Tel Aviv we planned to go to some botanical garden or something, but on a whim we called to see if El Gaucho in Ramat Gan was kosher lepesach.. and it was! So we all went and ate a great deal of dead cow, although I predictably favored the chicken.

We didn't DO much else - went to Yerushalaim a few times, went to the kosel. SR went to the park with various grandparents a great deal, went to see Savta Raba with Savta a couple times. Yoav and my dad went on a little tiyul with Rabbi Scher (remember him, oh Houstonian readers?). And we cooked. And ate. And ate. And did I mention food? And does anyone need any leftover matza? There's a limit how much my daughter can munch in bed.

Okay, that's my hour (hmm, two) of blogging for now. I am doing another Google slideshow for the pics. I highly recommend you actually go and look at the album, since it will have gratuitous captions, and I know reading about my daughter's toothbrushing is far more important than your jobs, laundry, dishes, personal hygiene, sleep, whatever it is you're missing to read the chronicles of Princess Sarah Rochel Druyan.

Friday, May 09, 2008

Videos

I'm kinda doling out bits and pieces of Pesach here, since I don't see a good solid hour or two to sit down and write up all we did. Heck, we didn't even DO that much, but we had a very good time. We're having boys this shabbos, so maybe motzei shabbos I'll have some computer time (since I don't feel compelled to play Risk or whatever they're gonna do after shabbos, and I'm SURE my daughter will just put herself to bed easily and quietly at 8 PM exactly, like every night. Ha ha ha. Cringe).

So I asked Sarah Rochel to give us an overview of the visit with the grandparents. She and I had a beautiful, elaborate, articulate discussion about it.. and THEN I thought to video it. So, take one...



Then take two was MUCH better - but the camera battery died in the middle, wiping the take. So, onto take three...



Good shabbos!

Monday, May 05, 2008

Another teaser

Lemme alone, my folks are leaving tonight. Of course, my new evening-vegetate-in-front-of-computer job is to work on songs for next year's play (!!) but I WILL get around to blogging.

We came home early from work yesterday since the girl had an impressively high fever (only 39, aka 102.2, but for her it's high - bli ayin hara she's a pretty healthy kid). She had had two vaccines last week, but the doc says he thinks this ain't related. Anyway, she was still herself and mostly just fine, and the ibuprofen brought the fever down. Last night she slept pretty well, and this morning still had a slight fever - but was totally her usual happy self, B"H. So we stayed home from work and hung out... and left her with a babysitter to go out to yummy dinner in J-town. Well, she was feeling better! And she WAS perfectly happy to stay, reading "Elmo Goes to the Potty" eight billion times... We came home, and she chose Zayde to put her to sleep. Then she woke up (or called out) 5 minutes later, and asked for Mommy. Then five minutes later, Mommy again. Then five minutes later, Bubbie's turn, and now, at midnight, I think we're FINALLY through.

Here's a pic from El Gaucho in Ramat Gan, where we went on chol hamoed.

Friday, May 02, 2008

A pre-shabbos teaser

I know, I know. You don't need to say it. Although it's not like any of my other blogging friends have done a whole lot these past few weeks.

Anyway, just a glimpse of her Highness. Much elucidation, and many more pictures, to come when I finally do the Grand Paschal Write-Up.

Good shabbos!