Friday, June 27, 2008

From us to you

I delayed blogging a bit because I uploaded a delicious, adorable tubby video of the girl, and for some reason - after sitting on it for a day or two - Google Video said it "failed." Failed! Harumph! No idea why. So then trying to upload it, couldn't do it because it wasn't registering that the deleted failed one was really gone - oh, whatever!

So we took a new one.

She was, as always, being MUCH more wonderful right before we whipped out the camera.



Last week was a simchat bat in Modiin, for the new Shaviv baby (aka daughter of Miriam A), Gefen. Thus here the small Houstonian reunion:


Left to right, me and the girl, Michelle and Eden and Nathan Mintz, Gila and Myles Brody, Maayan and Miriam Shaviv, and Ari Lipsky.

Good shabbos ya'll!

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Is she TOO wonderful?

We're typing in red because this is our big 'bli ayin hara' post. Pardon the brief superstition.

Yoav was reading in "What to Expect the Toddler Years" that at 28 months (note: we're only at 26 or so) SR may be able to identify one color, to identify a couple friends by name, and so on.

She knows all her ABC's.
She knows most of her אבג's.
She knows a great many colors, even if she does confuse them some of the time (but she will ask for her orange sippy cup, the red igloo pop, the pink sandals instead of the purple ones, etc).
She knows every other word to loads of books.
She talks about her friends with specific references to things they have done, toilets they have used, house pets they own, their mothers, and so on.
She can be given a little lecture on sharing and then changes her behavior to comply (did I mention none of these are ALL of the time? She's perfect and all that, but let's not go too far!).
She knows her patella and phalanges and femur and all that, but that's just brainwashing from an early age.
She knows her right foot from her left foot about 80% of the time.

Why am I writing all this? Certainly not to brag of my outstanding parenting skills. How can I, when I'm not with her up to 8 of her waking hours a day? Certainly not to show her off to you, Loyal Blog Readers, who by reasons of kinship or randomness are already enamored of her. Certainly not so she can read it one day and go, "MOMMY, this blog is emBARassing meeeee!!"

I think it's mostly so I'll remember for myself. What a long way she's come! Let's see... a year ago I was blogging about her...
1. just getting some teeth (and hair), and
2. walking, and
3. she was almost done nursing.

As opposed to today, when she...
1. let me brush her teeth without a fuss, and then insisted I brush her tongue as well. Did I mention that while in the tub she reminded me not to forget to brush her teeth? And when she gets something in her hair, she complains "got dirty curly hair!" Then you try and touch it, and she says "MISE curly hair!" ('Mise' is the obvious opposite of 'yours.')
2. She walked around in her shoes, my shoes... Put her sandals on by herself (albeit on the wrong feet) including fastening the Velcro strap.
3. She nurses her own baby (my old Cabbage Patch Kid, vintage 1984) from her bellybutton. In the tub tonight she nursed Dora the Explorer, while holding the letter I to her ear like a cell phone and saying shema. She also actually asked me to nurse her (!) today, which I - regretfully - had to decline.

And TWO years ago, I was blogging...
1. That she learned to roll over both ways
2. That she pooped in the tub
3. That stroller shopping online was keeping me awake nights

And now...
1. She rolls out challah dough
2. She makes jokes that she has pooped and needs to be changed, but hasn't really (or says "maybe gas! Just gas!").
3. Stroller shopping is STILL keeping me awake! More on that another time.

(Hmm, two years ago I was a much better blogger too. Oh well!)


Life is much more stressful now, despite SR sleeping eight billion bajillion times better now. I work more now, and since the dollar is in the u-bend of the toilet I am making less money too (at least all of you in America are getting closer to paying what we pay for gas (about $8/gallon), although that doesn't actually improve anything so I don't know why I mentioned it). It's summer, so it's warm and that can be stressful too.

And I'm just plain old tired.

But I had a vacation this week! Talk'n'Save (the best cell phone rentals for Israel )took me on our sorta-annual kayaking trip up north, and - score! - Yoav got to come as the medic / melave neshek. Hurray! So he and I got to spend a whole day together going up north and kayaking and BBQing, along with most of my co-workers. Fun day. SR went to her regular RBS babysitter till 4 PM (I dropped her off at 6:50 AM, still sleeping), and then a teenager picked her up and kept her till we made it home, about 9:45 PM. Thank God my daughter doesn't hold a grudge - she was perfectly happy to see us then and didn't fuss at us for being absent all day. (Similarly about her not holding a grudge, if she's howling in her crib because she doesn't want to go to sleep, when we finally do come in she totally stops crying and is as nice and sweet as can be. Bless her heart.)

The next day, though, Sarah Rochel was sick - feverish, vomiting, lethargic. She slept a lot that day (it was Wednesday, my day off, so at least I got some work done while she slept) and then the next day - she was all better ("I not sick. I feel better. Mommy sick." No SR, thank God Mommy isn't sick. "Mommy feel better!" Right). Just one of those things! Let's hear it for a (should I switch back to the bli-ayin-hara red?) healthy immune system.


This is her Highness helping Abba hang up laundry outside. Well, it's HOT and laundry dries fast, to say nothing of the countless millions of agurot we're saving by not using the dryer. Note that this cherry dress she loves so much that in the midst of her being ill the other day, she insisted on changing into it, and woe to the parent who neglects to put the matching tushy cover on her!




We're so proud of ourself in Mommy's shoes.


This was after she went swimming on Friday afternoon. I didn't want to put her in the tub - no time - but to leave her hair as it was was asking for MAJOR knots come motzei shabbos. So I committed the cardinal sin of curly hair and brushed it out, dry. And there we see her Texan roots, because my daughter had Big Hair. And when I say "Big Hair," I mean "Big Hay-ayer," as any Texan can understand.


Anyway, that's all the ramblings to date. Back to check eBay for strollers one more time, and then to bed with me!

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Ladies Night

(Here's hoping none of the other parents involved mind me posting racy pictures online! Yowza!)

Sarah Rochel hosted her first pool party of the summer today! It certainly was hot enough (gasp, gasp, especially walking home with her at 4 PM from across the neighborhood when I thought there was a stroller waiting for me there - there wasn't!).

Last year when we bought the kiddy pool, Her Highness was NOT impressed, didn't want to go in, cried to come out when she went in... Kind of a not liking to get wet thing, combined with "why exactly am I taking a cold bath outdoors with clothes on?" sensation.

As I suspected, the way to overcome this would be to have her watch OTHER children be excited. And so it was. P. came over for the afternoon and evening, and then R. joined us. Then from the pool to the bath (like a Roman spa or something, right?), then they all ate dinner together. R. then went home, and P. stuck around, falling asleep in the crib in a way that made me Openly Jealous (bli ayin hara, but that's the difference several months of age and being the third child makes!). SR stayed up for another hour with me, watching old SR baby videos and generally being consoled that there was another person in her cribby!

I guessed and got lucky enough to get on camera her first immersion into the water. Yay!




Before we were ready to get in the pool - we just "watched."




First we could play with the water from safely outside the pool... (as an aside, my daughter kept calling it the "cool of the pool," a direct quote from 'Horton Hears a Who,' which she calls, with proper reverence, "the elephant book").



Finally - in the water!!



Ain't they cuties? Seriously, it was when they kept doing this together that they seemed... so... old. I mean, P. will be three in a couple months, she really IS old (relatively speaking), but they were like a couple of laughing 8 year olds... 14 year olds... 18 year olds... Yikes! Not that the two of them are under any pressure to be friends that long, nor to fit into this tiny pool at the same time for anything longer than this summer.



A little apres swim. Fortunately, P. stared visibly shivering, making me aware that my own tochterbean might be getting a wee bit chilly. Sure enough, like her mother, her lips were turning blue. And sure enough, like her mother, she didn't care, and even after I took her out, keep sneaking back to the pool.


I will now omit the bathtub pictures I took of the three of them, cause heck, when you're shooting three squirmy girlies, it's hard to keep everyone properly covered! That, and the darn models kept moving and going out of focus...


Dinner. Nutritiously, we served noodles, cottage cheese and, for a vegetable, a pickle apiece. Of course, later when the sleeping P. had been collected by her family and it was time for SR to go to bed, she ate a full two slices of whole wheat bread (!) as a stall.