The title refers not only to the state of my camera's card, but my brain. Too full. Especially when I'm trying to play catch-up on the latest Happenings de Druyan for the blog.
First of all, an apology to all my readers (Mom) (oh, and Micah) who saw the last post and immediately thought it meant we totalled the car. Again. My bad. So sorry, and bli ayin hara the Toyota continues to thrive, it's latest 1400 NIS 30,000 kilometer service appointment notwithstanding (apparently it needed new brake thingamawhoosits, and apparently new brake thingamawhoosits only grow on endangered brake thingamawhoosits hardwood rainforest bushes).
Our 9th anniversary. For this year (unlike last year's rather outdoorsy escapade) we did two things, both of which you might THINK would be 'outdoorsy' but were both indoors, actually - we went to a shooting range where I learned to shoot a .22 (and got some 38 of my 50 bullets ON the paper target, thank you very much, not too embarassing), and we rented a private pool and went swimming together! Both were things we always meant to do and never got around to. It wasn't a cheap day, but it was fun. And Sarah Rochel, whom we adore to pieces, wasn't invited to either.
The continuing adventures of She Who Has No Normal Schedule. We've been juggling since Yardena's Home Care Thingy went on break two weeks ago, but the Prune with her usual resiliant wonderfulness was rolling with the punches very nicely. But on Friday when her metapelet-of-the-day wasn't feeling well, we decided an outing with the Abbaman was in order. So off they went to Yeladudis (and a gracious nod to the Bergers for the tip) whilst I stayed home cooking. They had a great time - all the jumping and riding and 'dry' toys are indoors, in a (somewhat) air-conditioned big room, and there's water stuff outside too under shade... but we stuck to the indoor stuff. SR had a great time. Here's a small video her father made - we'll see how Blogger's integrated video uploader works:
Bedtime for you and bedtime for me. I was getting all set to blog about how really well she's been going to sleep lately, bli ayin hara, not perfectly but really consistently improving and very, very commendably. And then tonight was the night of Tantrum, Thy Name is Toddler. I mean, we DID forget her baby at a neighbor's (B"H it was at a neighbor's in this building and not on the other side of town or - heaven forfend! - in Jerusalem or in the backseat of the car that was with Yoav at yeshiva), so we did have to make phone calls and get out of bed to go over there in the midst of bedtime.. But she was having trouble getting to sleep (read: crying and not wanting me to leave, but without being able to say why) before we noticed even. It's possible that she was just unsettled by the events of the day, namely...
The first day of Big Girl Gan! Well, the first hour. You see, many ganim in Israel start slow, letting the kids break themselves in gradually or something. Even the older grades do this on some level - for example, Yoav will be teaching in a junior high again this year, but his classes being afternoon classes don't start until a week or so into the school year. So today she had Big Girl Gan with Morah Shoshana (which is actually co-ed, but is mostly girlies) for an hour, Mommy in attendance. Then we came home, and THEN we went to meet Morah Shoshi who will be our afternoon gannenet a few times a week... and THEN we had to go to Morah Avigayil who is watching us today and tomorrow while Mommy goes to work because Morah Shoshi's afternoon program doesn't start until Wednesday!
Tomorrow she'll have gan - solo, sans Mommy - for two whole hours. I think she will do FINE - she was perfectly happy there today, barely noticed I was there (although did come for the occasional reassurance). My big girl!!
But three gans in one day may have been a wee bit unsettling, even for Miss Resiliant. So hopefully bedtime tomorrow will be a tad easier... for both of us!
And I think that's it.
As always, you all suffered nicely through my diatribes, you may now have eye candy.
This is us at the shooting range. It's good to know which end of the gun is up, you know? The instructor even coached us on basic wand safety, because better wizards than you have lost a buttock... oh, wait, sorry. Next slide please.
And this is us, in the car. In the forest. Near the pool. What, you thought we'd take a picture at the pool? I think you may be able to see a tree reflected in Yoav's glasses tho.
Changing our baby for shabbos. Well, of course.
Talking to the neighbors on the mirpeset, before they moved away on Sunday (snif snif! We miss you!) (okay, okay, they moved half a block away, but you know...).
Mine... all mine... (it was actually oddly empty for the last Friday of vacation - good deal!)
In our 'turbu' Ferarri.
"Look Mommy - I have beard! Like Abba!"
This was us on our way to Big Girl Gan. Note our new Big Girl Tik (on the back!), and you can't see the matching Big Girl Sippy Cup we allowed her to pick out (it took four stores - maybe we'll wait on her picking out things for a little bit, or at least we'll give more defined choices!).