Saturday, January 22, 2011

ABC -> N-E-T

Llamush has finished her antibiotics as of this evening, thank you God. She's made a wonderfully efficient, full recovery (no more fever after the first dose - we continue to thank God for mold) and besides sleeping a bit more than normal, she's showing little sign of her brush with pneumonia or bronchiowhosits or whatever it was.

Insert public acknowledgement of Hashem's greatness here ___.

Verily do I miss the days of my parenting deliberations being on the topic of which stroller, which car seat, which pair of Robeez (remember that? Good times. We actually ended up with the giraffes, but I digress). Our current dilemmas include:

The Llama Schooling Dilemma
Being an October child, Llama could go in two directions for her schooling. Either when first grade comes around, she could be 5-almost-6, or she could be 6-almost-7. This works earlier as well, meaning for next school year, I could stick her into gan 3 as 2-almost-3, or wait a year and she'll be 3-almost-4. Basically, to be the oldest or the youngest. That's one consideration.

Another consideration is if I choose to hold her back, which year do you repeat? Send her to gan 3 twice? Or kindergarten (gan 5) is an option, a very common one. Lots and lots of kids in the neighborhood repeat that year, the disparity between the type of workload and teaching in gan 5 vs. first grade being extreme. So I could push off the issue until then (and let her kindergarten teacher tell me then if Llamush is ready for first grade or not). BUT I don't know what kind of person Llama will be by then. Sroch, in the same situation, would be devastated not to 'graduate' to first grade, since she's been asking to move up since, um, she was 3. BUT if I prep Llama, if when I explain school I say "some girls do gan chova once, and some do it two times" especially because that's really true - then that issue can be discounted. Maybe.

Which brings me to - is Llama ready for gan 3 now? Well, the answer is of course no, she's not NOW. Will she be in 8 months? Who knows? But NOW is when I need to make the decision! Enrollment is now!

Except, of course, it's not. The Ministry of Education has announced they are cutting subsidies for gan 3 and 4 in our area, so our tuition for 'real' school (vs. someone's living room) would be about 800 NIS/month, as opposed to the 160 NIS/month we pay now.

Ha. Ha ha. HA HA. Not. So enrollment is on 'hold' while the schools and citizens negotiate and plead, and the schools decide if it's even worth it to hold those classes.

So why send to gan 3? Just send her for another year of private gan, right? But there's the other issue: tzaharon. The 'real' schools often have afternoon problems -
'private' almost never. So we could transfer her midday, like we do now. But do we want to do that?

We could send her to full day at her current tzaharon, although that school is moving a couple blocks away, and and and and and ARGH!

This is not even touching on issues of toilet training, which language gan to send to, and so much more.

In the end - God is running the world, and will send us the right answer. But right now, when I'm still in the 'waiting to receive the right answer' stage - it's hard. To mix my metaphors, I'm shooting fish in the dark, or something like that.

The Sroch Scheduling Dilemma
This actually is a no-brainer now that I figured it out. :)

Three days a week, Sroch goes to tzaharon. The other two days she has ballet on one of them, a rotating 'chug' on the other.

She used to fuss and fuss about ballet (since she almost got kicked out, though, that's basically stopped), and lately she will not go to 'chug' either.

I was very bothered by this. I find Sroch good, fun activities to do, QED I am a good parent, ergo ipsum factum she should go and be happy and appreciate me.

It was not until my neighbor asked me if Sroch wasn't feeling a little "overscheduled" that my brain clicked though. You see, I was hearing all the words Sroch, my awesome communicator, was telling me - but I wasn't getting the right message.

"Mommy, I don't want to go to chug. I want to stay with YOU Mommy. I don't want to go to someone else's mommy."

Ah. She is telling me she wants more time with her mother, regardless of exciting cookie baking or beading going on at the neighbors'. She wants me, and moreover can tell me about it.

Realizing that she has changing needs (as a 3 year old, she was perfectly content and secure enough to happily play at a friend's every day until bedtime) and learning to listen and stop projecting my own feelings onto her is a work in progress. But it is progressing.

Smarts
Shulamis is now singing her ABC's with gradually increasing diction and consonant sounds. Moreover, when you correct her - she gets it, and learns it, and got it. Awesome.

Sroch read 'NET' with the Bananagrams letters today, also PET and BET, and UP (her favorite Bananagrams word). She is also writing her name in Hebrew with about 75% accuracy (they practice in gan, which is nice) and her copying of Hebrew or English characters is coming along very, very nicely as well. Yay!

They're great. They're amazing, both of them. Bli ayin hara, as always.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Do you want the good news or the good news?

Good news: antibiotics ROCK. Llama is amazingly better. Thank you Hashem! She even went to gan on Friday.

Good news: We had a lovely shabbos in the hotel with Saba and Savta. Both girls even napped. Glory, glory! Thank you Hashem!

Good news: I am going to bed now on a motzei shabbos before 1 AM AND it's to the sound of falling rain.

Smiley emoticon, smiley emoticon, like button, like button, retweet, woot, amen.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Loooooong (sick) day

I remember getting the last ultrasounds of my girlies when they were still in utero and saying to Yoav how sad it was, on some level, that I won't get to see their internal organs anymore. Like by the time they were born, I had spent hours looking at live images or print-outs of all their little ribs and femurs and skulls and such.

And, if all went well, I wouldn't be seeing any more pictures like that for a long time.

Sigh.



We have pneumonia. Unless it's bronchiolitis. Whatever, we have a nebby little Llama who's been running close to 104 degree fevers, and when the fever is upon her, her breathing is uggggly. Blood tests were clean, but we're on antibiotics anyway - and this is going around the neighborhood.

Shout out to Saba for Saving The Day, hanging out with Sroch whilst I did the Terem scene with Llama.

It was interesting. While we were at the doctor, and then Terem, I had no like fear or sinking feeling or any doubt that Llamushka would be totally fine and better soon, etc, etc. And she, bless my phlegmatic daughter (not to be confused with being phlegm-atic, which is what she coughs up), she "don't like it!" the examinations and nebulizer, but was also able to chill out enough to fall asleep getting the nebulizer (!). So it was not HARD being with her.

And yet when Yoav came when we were discharged, as soon as I got in the car and officially Stopped Being in Charge, I was shaking and babbling and on the verge of brief hysteria.

They say motherhood isn't for wimps. They be right.

Baruch Hashem, the true rofei cholim! IY"H soon Llama will soon be doing much, much better.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Internet = bad

Googling temperature conversions for the Fahrenheit I'm assuming Llama feels like through my turbo MommyGauge(TM) shouldn't bring me to links that convince me she has pneumonia, chas veshalom!

Just rapid breathing. And a cough. And what feels like a 102 fever.

IY"H she will feel amazingly better in the morning, and the doctor will once chuckle as he sends us away into the land of humidifiers.

And ours just broke.

Refua Shleima little Llamoosh!

Monday, January 10, 2011

Advances in medical hoo-ha

Item one: Llama had nits last night.

Hyperventilate, hyperventilate.

BUT faith restored in the super duper "Assy 2000" comb, which was so
effacious that when I combed out her hair (we comb out both girls'
hair every night, because I have zippo zero zilch ability to visually
detect the buggies), I actually felt a 'bump' every time we scored a
hit, um, nit with the teeth of the comb. So I combed and combed and
'Lo B'rosh Li' oiled as I always do... and saw no bugs on the comb,
none in her hair, and no eggs left either.

This morning, checked again, and phew, still clean. It works!


The ganenet had sent home a note on Friday that there was an
incursion, so I was braced for it - but still!


Item two: We had a LOVELY, really awesome shabbos (aside: we usually
have fantastic shabbosim, but this past one was exceptionally
wonderful). One girl (a madricha) is taking developmental psych and
speech now, so she was having fun interviewing the Sroch and so on. At
one point, another girl raised an educational point that children
learn from what they see their parents getting excited about (e.g. a
parent who says "I love Torah" but starts jumping up and down with joy
at a new car sends a very specific message to the child). So, we
tested:


Sarah Rochel, what makes Abba happy?
Home.
Sarah Rochel, what makes Mommy happy?
Kinderlach. (this means all children, but I think she specifically meant her and her sister)
Sarah Rochel, what makes you happy?
Lamis.
Sarah Rochel, what makes Shulamis happy?
Racha.


Some of the guests had to wipe tears away. I, surprisingly, wasn't
crying for a change, just so, so happy. Phew. It's working! :)



*Llama calls herself 'Lamis,' and so Sroch calls herself that too.
Llama used to call Sroch 'Racha,' so Sarah Rochel, whenever talking to
Llama, refers to herself as 'Racha.' It's very cute how Sroch baby
talks to ease her sister's comprehension. Even more amusing is how
Llama imitates that lilt and tone when she talks to her own peers, as
opposed to her sister or me.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

11:39 PM, most nights

A creak. We freeze (well, those of us still awake).

Shuffle, shuffle.

Distinct squeak of door knob.

We immediately rise, so we are already at the bedroom door when a bleary eyed little girl in pajamas, slippers and blankie-shield informs us (as she does most nights):

"I can't fall asleep."

To which we reply, "little girl, you've been asleep for hours."

Whereupon we will scoot her straight to the bathroom (after surreptitiously patting her on the behind checking for dampness that would imply it's already too late), where she may or may not require you to hold her head less she fall straight off the toilet in slumber.

And back to the (hopefully) dry bed, unless you let her sleep in the blue chair, recklessly.

And then we thank God. :)

(Exceptions to this routine include the prophylactic 'take sleepy girl to bathroom while she's actually snoring,' the "Mommy, I just need to sleep in your bed for a FEW minutes," and of course the "no I didn't fall asleep yet! I was just being quiet.")

BLI AYIN HARA!