Tuesday, June 23, 2009

We are woefully behind in Llama coverage

...Although you'll be happy to know Llama's behind is very well covered. In fact, her diapers leak so rarely it makes me wonder if I was putting Baby Sarah Rochel's on backwards or something. But in this, as in many, many things, they are NOT the same child!

Shulamis is 8 months old today! Gracious goodness, she's growing like a weed, a very cute and not at all green weed that doesn't wither and get brown and crunchy or drop burrs or thorns in your yard, nor produces pollen of an allergenic nature. Hmm, maybe a different simile would have been better, but the point is she's growing beautifully, and we're so proud of her.

She sits! She even gets into a sitting position by herself (by getting up on all fours and going in reverse - adorable!) which is something Sarah Rochel only mastered much later - but then, Sarah Rochel was crawling by now, but as mentioned about - these are NOT the same kiddos!

She eats! She eats her veggies at the metapelet now, ever since I suggested she add salt. That's my girl. She likes garlic too.

She crawls if you count shoving backwards on all fours crawling! Um, never mind.

She self-feeds! With about 75% accuracy! (Heck, I have days I'm only at that level too, so hey, hot stuff.)

She naps! Like yummy, 2-3 hour naps, sometimes twice a day. Did I mention she and Sroch are decidedly not the same? It's actually been nice - in the afternoons when she naps, Sarah Rochel and I get to have some private time. Lately Sarah Rochel has been very tired in the afternoons (the heat?), very much wanting to stay close to home. So we've been doing lots of cuddling and reading and goofing around - it's been nice. That is, when we're not having 3-7 children over to play in the sprinklers in the backyard. We should have the nicest grass on the block, I tell ya...

She sleeps at night! Well, sorta. Wakes up once between bedtime and morning. Unless it's twice. Or very occasionally three times. Oh well. I don't sleep these days (down at 2 AM, up at 7:30) so what's the difference?

She swings! We just put up the swing my parents brought us a million years ago, you know, the one Sarah Rochel screamed whenever we put it in. Well, FINALLY Sarah Rochel likes it - truly, she has only started using swings in the last six months, before that she hated them - and Llama likes it too.

It was really cute - when Saba and Savta were here (we miss you!) it was so much fun to watch her watch Saba (who is Yoav's father, remember) - like that man looks like my Abba but not quite him... It was great. We had a great time with Saba and Savta!

And now I offer you many, many pictures. Be sure to read the captions, like good little children.

Liveblogging - dinner at the Druyans (now with video edit)

Shulamis is eating her spinach baby food from America (dwindling supply, sigh).

Sarah Rochel is singing...
"I'm Popababye the seder man,
I'm Popababye the seder man,
I live in a garbage can
That's my favorite part
I'm strong to the spinach
Cause I eat some spinach
I'm Popababye the seder man.
"

Now she's here next to the high chair (where I've stopped feeding the baby because I'm typing this) and she's asking, "Are you done? You gonna be done while I'm eating?"

Actually, Sarah Rochel, I'm writing down what you're saying.

"Oh. (few bites) O. S. T."

What is OST?

"No, O. S. G."

What's OSG?

"Means Ima. Means glasses. Means Popabye the seder man, means spinach, means garbage man, means Papabye the seder man. That's what it means."

Oh.

"I eat spinach because I'm strong, yeah, that's why. Ima, I can't know the song."

Should I sing it?

"Like I'm talking it, okay?"

Give neglected Shulamis a bite. She's stopped liking spinach now. Oh well.

"What's that new game on the shelf? Is it also for tochterbeans?"

For tochterbeans?

"Yeah, you call me tochterbeans. I can reach the table and you can't reach the table. Na na na na. Ima, I want to play on the floor, Shulamis is on the floor?"

No, she's in the high chair, you can see her.

"Okay, so bring me down the new game, I want to play."

Sarah Rochel, it's dinner now.

"Ima, you should buy a Popabye the seder man."

Sarah Rochel, I want you to eat your dinner.

But - she's gone.

"Ima, I'll ready for the game!"

We're not playing now.

"But I want to play, just me, I can make a Popabye the seder man game with the letters." (She's referring to our new Bananagrams)

Over and out! Cause man, I'm like over and out!

PS - "Give me a tomato! I'm so upset!"

A tomato?

"No, give it to ME!"

Oh.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

SEO

I am quite disappointed. During the last couple days of Shulamis's nose being a tad congested in the mornings, I have mused whilst cleaning / picking that if I were to Google "llama boogers," my blog would be the only thing that came up.

But alas, no. The struggle continues...

Monday, June 08, 2009

Together is better*





(*Sorry, that's the title of a wonderful gan song about saying sorry and playing nicely. Repeat. Constantly.)

Remedial tochters

Sarah Rochel: So her ganenet is telling me a cute story* about Sroch, namely that the ganenet gave them all paper with lines on it, and how Sarah Rochel isn't the best at cutting, everyone else is a bit better at it than she is (!!!!) and so my daughter looks at the paper for a bit, then says "I'm not going to bother the lines. I'm going to leave them alone."

She doesn't cut as well as everyone else?!? Immediate OT! Actually, my neighbor is sending her 5 year old to OT for her pencil-grip, and says her daughter is having so much fun she thinks we should get Sroch evaluated just for fun, because the OT is so great to play with and surely they'll find SOMETHING. :)

I'm not really worried about Sroch's cutting. I think it's because she was a late start with scissors, since shouldn't kids not get them until they're 7 years old or something? Shoot. I guess I'll give Llama a pair...

Shulama-llama: We persist in not crawling forward. I'm convinced she can do it, but doesn't want me to know. Aha! But at least she slept well last night, only waking up once from 8 PM to 7 AM. I knew all my re-readings of the sleep books would help (not following them, mind you - just rereading them).

Her metapelet also informs me she's been eating her vegetables. I'm so proud!

*Sroch also got a shout-out in the weekly daf kesher (usually kids aren't mentioned by name there), for when they were learning about the sense of sight last week, the ganenet turned off the light and Sarah Rochel asks if it was because they were playing 'Paroah in Pajamas' again. Love that girl!

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Abbas don't let your zaydies grow up to be sabas...

She said that (well, sang it) in the bath tonight. She said something
else really cute today that I meant to blog, but I've forgotten it
now.

Monday, June 01, 2009

Doubleteamed

Welcome to Saba and Savta! We're so glad you're here!

In their honor, Llama has been saying a lot of 'ba's, which you may interpret as Abba, Saba or even 'baba' when going out the door, take your pick. She is really vocalizing a great deal - it's a lot of fun, because every now and then you're like, "did she just say she's opposed to the Oslo Accords?"

She still isn't crawling, but she might as well be - she's rather mobile on her tummy, wiggling around and grabbing things her sister doesn't want her to have. Sarah Rochel is learning - slowly - not to leave something on the floor. And we already have the melodious tones of "IIIMAAA, she's bothering me!" How precious.

It doesn't help that Sarah Rochel is calling me Ima ALL the time now - hard, when I really prefer being called Mommy. But Ima certainly is much better than, say, "Hey you."

Shulamis is showing a marked preference for fruit over vegetables - shocking, I know. Oh well! Anyone need some baby food peas from America? No, I won't give up - but I'm also not opening the spinach jar yet either. Actually, the baby food here has improved tremendously since Sarah Rochel was a baby - lots more varieties in our stores and more without sugar too. Yay, no more shlepping little jars from America!

Llama does pretty well sipping from a cup (held by us) or a sippy cup (held by her or us) - I'm sure that, unlike her sister, by the time she's a year old she'll never use a bottle and will only drink from a sippy cup when she's in the car or something. Insert your laughter here.

Tonight I was well and truly doubleteamed by the two of them. Sroch had bathed earlier (thank you Savta!) and despite cumulative exhaustion from Shavuos*, she was stalling her bedtime. I allowed her to play while I put Llama to sleep (Mondays, when Yoav is out of the house from 2 PM to 10:30 PM, we are not so picky about them going to sleep together), and then we read our new Dora the Explorer dentist book - three times, and played dentist brushing her teeth, counting my teeth, and on and on. Finally into bed (so quietly, because Llama is sleeping) and she says she's hungry. Tough. She protests, very quietly in her defense, and we're having a good time talking. She's telling me she doesn't want to go to sleep because people keep screaming (bad dreams?) so we talk about all the good dreams she could have tonight. And we're super duper quiet... but Llama is fidgeting, fidgeting... And then I tell Sroch no more talking / singing, etc, and Llama is up. I cork Llama. She doesn't care. She starts to cry. Sarah Rochel starts to cry. I am standing in this dark room with two tired, sleepy, crying children, and I'm uttering the most ineffectual shush-shush-shushes in the entire world.

ARGH!

Finally, I send Sarah Rochel to my bed to sleep, where she's fine for twenty seconds until she decides it's too dark. I turn on the bathroom light for her (Llama is crying in the crib) and tell her, a bit too sternly, that there's no more, love you, goodnight.

Wail.

Pick up Llama, nurse her until she's calm. Back in crib - her turn to wail. Plug, plug, shush, shush. Sarah Rochel has dropped off. Leave Llama to cry, go into my room, kiss Srochel on the cheek and tell her I love her. She stops snoring for a moment to flutter her eyes open and half smile. Then she snores some more and I go back to Llama. Plug, shush. Leave, put away dinner. Come back, plug, pat, quiet.

PHEW.

This ended at 8:30, and I feel like it's 11 PM.

Here, have some cutie patooties. They really are cute, too (especially sleeping).







I enjoy how they both wore these shirts today, and by 1 PM they both looked like this.



*On the Friday night of the Shavuos weekend, Sroch had a total utter meltdown, up to and including bawling hysterically that Shavuos was over and she hadn't held the lulav and esrog. (I point out that she's thinking of Sukkos, not Shavuos, and that last Sukkos she not only held the lulav but had her very own esrog, at which point she cried she didn't hold it for a LONG time. This was our mental state, folks, after a midnight bedtime the night before, which was during our 4 mile stroller hike from Bayit Vegan to Har Nof. She finally fell asleep at 10 PM that night**, then at midnight in the car the next night. Surprised she's tired?

**The next morning after all that meltage, I woke up and opened my bedroom door to go wash - and find Sarah Rochel curled up on the floor in front of our room, head pillowed on her blankie. She was there from at least 6 AM, who knows how long before?