Monday, May 30, 2011

Silliness

I introduce Sroch to the joys of MS Paint, my favorite software in the world.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Lag Baomer

This was taken after the big old shul fire had mostly died down, somewhere around 11 PM or so.


Note the people pouring oil into the fire drum in the background. The shul actually was selling bottles as a fundraiser. Or something. It was nice - the music and the singers and the contained fire and the free ice pops for the kiddos and there were even chairs for tired parents to sit in.

A miracle.


Other pictures:






Yes, that's the back of my building in the background. Yes our windows were as tightly closed as possible and - guess what - it wasn't tight enough. But by morning I no longer smelled charred debris in my living room.




Today, the girlies went off to Yeladudis, and I went to... work. Oh well.

Oh, and B"H Llama had strep (yay! an actual diagnosis!) so she's on antibiotics and a whole lotta better, which is such a blessing, because she had gotten to the point where she was spitting out oral acetaminophen and screeching in horror for non-oral acetaminophen (ditto ibuprofen) so I was just letting her (low) fever go untreated - but she LIKES the nasty bubble gum medicine, so all's well. My kind of illness.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Fun fact of the day

Llama throwing up sounds a bit like a cat having a hair ball problem.

Who wants to come over and give her some non-oral medicine? If I do it again, I think she won't talk to me until Chanuka at the earliest?

Yawn. Note the time-stamp.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Llama's Mah Nishtana

Not to be outdone by her sister's high-tech video slideshow, we bring you Llamushka's Mah Nishtana debut.

Well, rerun really. Seder was the debut. But whatever.

Not doing laundry for one week...

= a very full kitchen floor.

Note - this isn't including dirty linens (just from our guests - thank you GOD Sroch's sheets have been dry dry dry lately, BLI AYIN HARA!) (I mean, don't sniff them too closely or nuthin, but they're dry in the morning).



And yes, I adore having to separate darks - lights - pinks. :)

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Llama of Futility

Running outside after the birds... "Birdies! Birdies! Come I want to
pick you up! BIRDIES! I want to hold you!"

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Sroch brings you.... Pesach!

With her fifth birthday stuck in there too.

FIFTH.

I've been a mother for five years?

Gevalt.

Wait, more than that, I've been a blogger for five years???

But I digress.

Sunday, May 08, 2011

Yom Hazikaron, 8 PM siren at bedtime

"Mommy, what's that siren?"

"Don't worry, it's not shabbos now. It's a different siren."

I hope she won't ask, I hope she won't ask... but she does.

"So why are they making it?"

"Well, Sroch, some yidden decided that today would be a good day to remember the chayalim, the soldiers, who were hurt or died to protect yidden. So they have a siren to remind them that they want to remember the chayalim."

"Why do we have chayalim?"

Do I have to? Do I have to hurt her safe world-view, her peace?

Yes. Yes, I have to.

So, gently, I say, "You're very smart, right? You already learned so much about Chanuka, and Purim and Pesach? Right you know that Antiochus was bad, and wanted to hurt yidden, and Achashverosh and Haman were bad, and wanted to hurt yidden, and Paroh too, right? Well, even today, there are people who want to hurt the yidden. So that's why we have chalayim, to fight for us, to stop the bad people. Hashem is the one who lets them win, of course, but we have chayalim to fight for us."

Untroubled, Sroch says, factually, confidently, "But Hashem doesn't let yidden not win! Because we're tzadikim!"

Mommy stops to catch her breath because she's crying so hard.

"Srochel love, you're right, Hashem will never let all the yidden die, Hashem will never let all the yidden go away. Never ever. But... but sometimes, sometimes some of the chayalim, sometimes some of us get hurt or even die." Collect myself for a moment. "But no, Hashem will never let the yidden all die."

"Right, because even when we die, we're not really dead, we're just not in this world, we're not dead we're just in shamayim."

And she smiles at me, and curls up in bed, peacefully, because there's nothing to be afraid of. A siren at bedtime isn't something scary.

Hashem will always make the yidden win, and we will never die.

Amen.

.

My mature daughter

When I was 14 I campaigned my parents to let me become legally emancipated, move out and get my own apartment.

Why does this come to mind?

Sroch went to a friend's house for shaloshudas on shabbos. Her mother just emailed me this:

"SR said you are going to Mexico (just you and Yoav not the kids) on Monday.
She didn't know when you are coming back, so she mentioned something about moving in indefinitely."

Where do they get this stuff?

Friday, May 06, 2011

More on Purim

On Purim itself, there was an oddness. It may have been... maturity. Well, what else could you call it, if I found myself on Purim afternoon with several hours to do... nothing?

We hosted the seuda at our house, but everything was done. The shaloch manos had been efficiently delivered in the morning. Llama was sleeping - Sroch was getting a Purim treat of watching Rebbetzin Tap (the only video she watches outside of an airplane), megilla readings were done... and there was time to relax. Chill. Organize gobs of candy and baked goods.

And daven.

It was a good Purim, Baruch Hashem.

A neighbor put together a special little-children's-only megilla reading, one with lots of Hamans and not too much else, but something that gave the children a feel of the mitzva. That thoughtfully took place concurrent to our in-house reading, so the kids were out of the house. Remember two years ago when I had to nurse Llama in the middle of laining?

That was like 10 years ago.

Odd since Sroch is 5, but I digress.





Llama adamantly refused to wear the fancy Disney glittery kalla costume she had tried on so willingly a week before (that then had to be pried off of her), but fortunately she was perfectly happy with Sroch's old princess costume as Esther Hamalka. Sroch was just a princess, but didn't we know that already?

We ate outside in the backyard for the seuda, with the Weinrebs and Hollanders.



A wonderful time was had by all.

Purim cards

This year, instead of a poem, our shalach manos had cards inspired, inevitably, by a Filth Wizardy card project. I dressed the girlies in costume-type accessories and went to photograph them with a neighbor's white broomstick.





A little high-tech work with good old Microsoft Paint (I would be nothing without it) and voila, adorable children holding massive lollypops (which then themselves were part of the shaloch manos). Cute as little buttons, and collectible too - trade with your friends! They each gave out ones with themselves alone, and our 'family' ones were with the two of them together.



More about Purim to be posted another time, possibly, before Chanuka next. :)

(Oh, and nefariously, I COULD have changed the date on this post so it looks like I put it up right after Purim, and not now on the 17th day of the omer. But that would be Wrong.)

(And there's only like three of you reading anyway)