Sunday, November 29, 2009

On my way to bed...

I'm sick, Llama's not-quite-totally-well, but Sroch is bli ayin hara fine and was in fine form this evening.

She burped, and said "bless you to me!"

I smiled and said, Sarah Rochel, where did you learn that from, who says that?

"Nobody, I taught it to myself."

Sarah Rochel, you delight me! That means you make me happy.

"Bless you to me! Bless you to me! BLESS YOU TO ME!"

And bless her indeed, and bless us all.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


Winter is finally here, and by 'winter' I mean 'when it gets coldish at night and in the morning it will be much warmer outside than in my apartment.'

The occasional booger attack notwithstanding, thank God we're all well. Well, I think we are. Something has been causing Llama to wake up a lot at night lately, but whether it's 13-month-old separation anxiety, teething, sniffles or God-forbid something ewwy like worms, we don't know.

So, we're mostly well, but no complaints.

Last shabbos it rained a little bit (YAY!) and as soon as it did, Sarah Rochel left the shabbos table and walked to the bookshelf:

"I need to get my siddur so I can say todah to Hashem for the rain."

I love love love love love the Israeli attitude towards rain, which is the Jewish attitude, which is that rain = only good = God. Having grown up in a land of much rain myself (forecast for Houston for 10 months a year - afternoon thundershowers), my very soul thirsts for it (to say nothing of my skin), but here it's such a tangible, direct-from-God gift. And we certainly need more of it (and not just because the new excess water tax added 120 shekel to my last bill).

Shulamis is now a capital-p Person. She talks very deliberately, if not always understandably (or almost ever, actually, but we're getting there). She's learning things every day, which sounds so trite but it's true. Like she picks up hats and knows to put them on her head, my head. She knows 'nose' and 'teeth.' She gets a sippy cup in bed now. She colors with the Magnadoodle (well, she tries). She says 'um' for food and 'up' for up (sometimes) and 'poop' (sometimes) and her bye-byes are much more regular and focused.

She has stood a couple of times but it seems it was accidental, since she looked very surprised - and then dropped to her diaper clad landing pad. She is seriously thinking about using her walker for actual forward motion, but isn't quite convinced yet. Her four teeth are almost all the way in (and that's quite enough teeth for now, thank you!) (ow).

And of course, she's old enough to bother Sarah Rochel, as she was doing by her mere presence when I took this picture:

She who was bothering:

She only 'bothers' her when she's directly taking her toy / crayon OR when she's in the middle of the room when Sroch and friends are making a 'show' - "No she can't be the baby / kinderlach because we already have someone being the baby / kinderlach and Immmmaaaa she's BOTHERING me!" Such exciting milestones!

Speaking of milestones, Sroch's big parent-teacher evening was on Sunday last... at the same time as a dress rehearsal for me. Frowny face. I went for ten minutes, long enough to collect the art projects Sroch made for me (place mat for my theoretical morning coffee, coffee-cup shaped pad of paper for writing her mitzvah notes, etc), to make the art project I had to leave for her and of course the lollipop they provided to leave in her drawer. It was also long enough to hear her teachers gush about her wonderfulness and how she brightens up the classroom, and long enough for one of the mothers I don't know to say, "Oh YOU'RE Sarah Rochel's mother - we hear so much about her!"

Nachas, nachas, poo poo poo.

They also prepared a little questionnaire for each child, so we could read the answers. Did you know Sroch's favorite thing Mommy does is waking her up? And she wishes I would buy her a 'sun game' (when questioned later, she was all "right, a sun I can play with." Oh). She's scared of lions, laughs when tickled, cries when hit, and loves her Abba. Aww...

This blog post was just interrupted by...
-Srochel wetting her bed for the third time in a week (we are NOT amused. Must stop letting her drink so much at night)
-Llama stopping to moan in her sleep and properly waking up. Yoav's surmise was it was her stuffed nose (which isn't so stuffed at all), so we get the humidifier going. She also felt a tiny bit warm to me, so we changed her diaper, pulled out the flashlight and did a worm check (blech) - B"H, no indications - and since we haven't the foggiest what's bothering her...
-A milestone for me: I have administered medicine to my child in a non-oral preparation. Aren't you proud of me?

Yoav is in there with her now, because Llamas do NOT like to be held by Mommies who aren't nursing them. Sroch is already back asleep after her sheet, blanket, underwear and pajama change (and trip to the toilet).

Lastly, I have just deleted some 1000 pictures from the camera, so once again I am flush with memory and hope to get you some good videos soon.

Here is Sroch doing some work in her 'get ready for Kindergarten' workbook - isn't that good drawing? In all sincerity, I am thinking of getting her a smidgen of OT for her fine motor stuff, as most of her peers color and cut better than she, and hey, it's free.

And here we are washing our socks and dress out in the sink, after we came home from school having colored on our own clothing. Thank you God for sending me ganenets who use washable markers.

And you should see her hair when it's wet - it is LONG!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


Last week Llama was sitting in my lap as we got undressed for the bath. Then, suddenly, my lap was very warm, and very wet. I was so, SO surprised I gasped rather loudly (I think I thought I was suddenly bitten by the slobbering warm blooded bathroom snake or something) and I totally scared Shulamis. Sroch and I tried to reassure her, something challenging to do while simultaneously impressing on her that I wouldn't like this to happen again in the future.

Last night, I hear crying from the kids' room. I think it's Llama scrounging for her pacifier, but after a minute or two I notice it's just not. It's Sarah Rochel, sitting up in her bed. Bad dream? Dunno. She was wide eyed but not conscious enough to tell me anything. She wasn't calming either, so I took her into my room and tucked her into Yoav's bed. Crying, crying. I take her onto my lap sitting on the bed... And suddenly the warm sweetness that is a 3 year old in fuzzy footie pajamas became a warm wet sweetness.

Harumph! Fortunately, I stood up fast enough that Yoav's bed stayed dry. So we both stood there dripping for a few moments (at least she woke up enough to stop crying!) then everyone got a change of clothes. She went right back to sleep too.

... There are things about infants I miss.

This ain't one of them.

(Neither is Llama's little 11:30 PM-2 AM sleep for two minutes, up for twenty minutes cycling last night, for that matter... yawn... In the end, Sarah Rochel slept in Yoav's bed, I slept in my bed, Yoav slept in the recliner with Llama, until Sroch woke me at 4:30 to ask to go to her bed (!), at which point she climbed on top of Yoav in the chair, who woke a little later, put both unconscious kids in their beds and finally got to bed at 5.)


Monday, November 16, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Quarter-sick day

Yesterday as you know, Llama was sporting a 104+ fever in the early AM (!!), but by noontime was fever free and happy. And thank God, it stayed that way, and she even went back to the metapelet today! It's such a gift how children heal quickly. She's still a bit unsettled - like she just woke up to nurse for about 45 seconds before falling back asleep - but okay, thank God!

And as for me... Well, the strep test came back negative (harumph!) but upon consult with the doc I am remaining on the antibiotics somewhat since we don't know what was making me ill but since I've started to improve, it may have been some bacterial infection somewhere. So on the penicillin I stay. This morning I was no longer feverish (thank you God!) but was still weak and sore of throat. By afternoon most of the weakness was gone (thank you God again!) and by now (nighttime) my energy is fine, my throat is horribly sore (along with attending neck pain and even some pain radiating to my ear) but is not as bad as it was... so thank God, we're on the mend!

Did I mention thank God?

And so here is our scene at dinner tonight.

I served lasagne (that I had taken outa the freezer - please, let's not overstate my recovery here):

One piece for Srochel. One piece for me. One partial piece of the inside softer pieces for Llama.

Srochel ate half her piece.

Llama ate three-quarters of my piece.

Llama and I then split her piece, Sroch's leftovers, and my remaining shreds. :)

Note that Sarah Rochel has already lost sufficient interest in eating that she's coloring.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Update on we the ill

After Llama's impressive 104 temperature earlier today, we dosed her around 9 AM with Acamol (instead of Motrin), her fever went down... and bli ayin hara, it's been gone ever since. I did give her another dose around 3 PM prophylactically, but thank God - she was doing much better. Yay!

Good thing too, since her strep test came back negative.

I crawled off to the doctor this morning, and she took a look at my throat and says she thinks it IS strep - yay, strep is TREATABLE - and so while my culture results won't be ready until tomorrow, I'm on antibiotics already. Didn't stop the evil shivers and tremors this afternoon, though, which only abated when I popped acetaminophen a mere two hours after taking ibuprofen.

So - it's acetaminophen for the win! Yay!

Thanks to God and the two seminary girls who came over today, made dinner, picked up Sroch, bathed the kids, washed dishes, etc, etc.

Sroch is unsettled but was really quite good until bedtime, when from her bed she started shouting NO, NO, NO! really loudly. So I had to stay in their room singing until she fell asleep, which only took a half hour or so. :) (And then wide-awake-'hey-I'm-not-feeling-yucky-so-I-have-energy!' Llama had to cry for a couple minutes on her own, sorry kid!)

So I grimace as I swallow, and bid thee all goodnight! IY"H tomorrow we'll all be doing much, much better.

Log - end of day 1, beginning of day 2

Mommy 3:00 PM - 2 acetaminophen
Llama 5:00 PM - consume chocolate chip cookie, fully one half of food consumed today
Llama 5:45 PM - feeling warm again, fight syringe of Motrin
Llama 6:00 PM - fall asleep on Mommy without nursing
Mommy 6:10 PM - is it getting colder in here?
Mommy 6:15 PM - is it snowing in here? Take temperature: 101 Fahrenheit.
Mommy 6:20 PM - retire to couch, there to shiver and tremble until husband arrives home (with Sroch who got dinner and a bath at a friend's house) who administers...
Mommy 6:30 PM - 3 ibuprofen
Mommy 7:15 PM - tremors stop, circulation returns to fingers, still a little cold
Mommy 8:00 PM - blessed sweat of fever broken, combined with chicken soup
Mommy 10:00 PM - to bed
Mommy 11:45 PM - awoken by shivering
Mommy 11:50 PM - 3 ibuprofen thoughtfully left next to my bed along with water, because we knew this would happen
Mommy 12:20 AM - shivering tremors stop
Mommy 1:00 AM - repeat of blessed sweat of broken fever
Llama 1:00 AM - awake, crying
Llama 1:15 AM - struggle, albeit less, to down syringe of Motrin. Little nursing, lot of cuddling. Armpit temperature readings are 102.4 on one side, 103.9 on other side.
Llama 1:40 AM - cry that (hopefully) means fever broke, now I'm sweaty. Go in, little bit of nursing, lots of cuddling, back in cribby to, hopefully, sleep
Llama 1:58 AM - happy sounds as we play in our crib
Mommy 2:02 AM - finish blogging all this :)
Llama 5:00 AM - wake up unhappy. I send in Yoav because...
Mommy 5:00 AM - wake up freezing cold again. Frantically try to do mental calculations if I can take more medicine. Give up on math, just take 2 ibuprofen.
Mommy 6:00 AM - fever mostly gone, head pounding
Llama 6:30 AM - comes to Mommy, just lays still on me.
Llama 7:00 AM - nurse a little bit
Llama 7:10 AM - rectal temperature of 104.7. This is getting out of hand.

Highlights omitted: Sarah Rochel telling me she wants to be on me instead of Shulamis, wishing she were Shulamis, "I want to come out of your belly second not first," and so on.

Sick us, en route to doc's appointment this morning (I wore the girl because she would NOT let me put her down). I still need to go to my doctor tomorrow, but no appointments are available. Still, think I'll go anyway. My throat is killing me.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

1 AM

Yoav just came home (!) and we were talking a bit, and I told him how I'm amazed that I have so much to do, and that a did a ton of stuff today, and yet I STILL have so much to do!

Which is why I keep going so long between blog posts, thus leaving you staring at my you-think-I-abuse-my-children post for a full week.

My apologies.

As a follow up, God is good (duh) and Sroch behaved herself again for a few days (the day after that previous debacle, I asked a few times if she wanted to discuss it and she said no). Last night it threatened to begin again... and besides (quietly) asking God not to do this to me again, I (audibly) asked Hashem to please help Sarah Rochel sleep so she will have koach (strength) and be healthy and so on. And it didn't help in two seconds, but it did help.

Or God did help. Well, all of the above. :)

Tonight bedtime was, pardon me, dreamy. Thanks Hashem!

Been quite busy with play rehearsals, and tickets go on sale tomorrow, yay!

In other news, Shulamis got a THIRD tooth sometime on shabbos afternoon (seriously, it was NOT there in the morning, but was there by nightfall) - first top tooth! It's coming in slowly, and thank God doesn't seem to be bothering her much at all. Judging by the appearance of the gums right alongside, another will be her shortly as well.

Shulamis also now knows exactly where my nose is (and Yoav's too), occasionally knows where our teeth are, and says 'yah.' Oh, and we had a claim over shabbos that she also said 'Eryl' (i.e. Cheryl) but I did not, personally, witness that one.

Sarah Rochel in the last few days voluntarily went up to people and spoke to them in full Hebrew sentences. Yahooey, or as we say in Hebrew, "Fantastie!"

And WINTER CAME. We hope she stays. Tons of wind and some rain and thunder and lightening. God, since clearly you read this blog, please send oodles and oodles more rain, amen.

Now some pictures. I am so behind, whine whine, good night!

As you see, we went from crazy hot to winter in about a week's time.

And now, poof, instant winter!