Wednesday, August 29, 2012

After school

Llama, after a full day of - anything - just wants to snuggle, cuddle, and primarily have some tzeitzi time.

(Tonight, getting into the bath, she's about to jump in and asks for the pacifier because "It needs me to suck it  one time first." nom nom "Okay, done.")

This is after she came home today, cuddling under the pile of towels warm from the dryer.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

School pics - sorta

Well, it was Llama's actual first day, and Sroch's "shalom kita alef & press conference with the mayor" day. We'll try to take another picture tomorrow.

The first day of - what?

The beginning is too convoluted.

I shall start with the end.

Except it might not be.

But right now, we THINK the (temporary) end is:

Llama: in gan arba with Morah Tammy in the mornings. Afternoons currently at Mrs. L across the street, who is saving our life.

Sroch: finally had registration the day before school began, was accepted into kita alef (THANK YOU GOD), so far had one hour of "school" (i.e. press conference to show these 100 eager faced first graders had no classroom, tada, okay fine, you'll get classrooms), tomorrow has school in building A, next day as well, and from Sunday (PLEASE GOD) will have a sponsored bus to school in building B, there until October (betcha December) when she returns to building A for what will then be her very own caravan (trailer) classroom, stuck into a yard. Afternoons, she's currently also at Mrs. L across the street.

Afternoons will change after the chagim (October) when SUPPOSEDLY the Ministry of Education will be offering extended day programs in my daughters' schools. Maybe.

For Llama, the first day of school wasn't a big deal - and sadly, to me as well. Because of all the finagling for Sroch, it got sort of pushed to the back of my mind, and I'm sorry for that. But I'm very grateful she's in the same physical location, knows the teachers, knows the kids, and she's totally a mellow-puss.

For Sroch, all these machinations meant that my big "My oldest is going to FIRST GRADE" reflections and inevitable weeping... didn't happen. Even our acceptance into the school (something I've been worried about for what, six years now?) was practically a non-sequitor, just a pat on my arm that I didn't need to speak to the menahelet and could come back tomorrow.

My biggest regret thus is I didn't have The Moment, which meant I missed out on the spontaneous rapturous THANK YOU GOD moment.

Tomorrow, when Sroch is (again) in her uniform and I have to actually get her to school on time and she'll come home with homework, the emotional weepy stuff may hit. But the THANK YOU GOD stuff, hey, it's always time for that. :)

Thursday, August 23, 2012

On Tel Azeika

Little impromtu trip up to the top of the mountain today. It is COVERED by recent, fresh, still-active brand new digs, which was seriously cool to see, although made me a leeetle nervous ("Have fun playing by the large open pits with possibly unstable walls and large, sharp stones, kids!"). We did some serious hand-clutching with the girls.

The dirt all around the area was so dry it was like walking in ash. I kept calling it Pompeii. Actually, it's not like ash, it's like dirt that hasn't been rained in a thousand years or so.

Here's a link to the project website. Awesome stuff in our backyard. I'm so glad I live in Israel, otherwise I'd be jealous of me.*




We ran into Noam Yaakovson of Latma fame. We are so incredibly cool, are we not?**


Smores for dinner. I see nothing wrong with that. We also roasted soy dogs on a stick. Mmm.



*Could that sentence have been any more pompous? Discuss and state examples.
**Okay, maybe that one qualified.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

My life from TV

Thanks to Google and YouTube, I no longer need a memory of my own; I can just type in keywords and find the full memory I had lost.

Example:

I remembered this amazing drawing show I used to watch on PBS, where this guy drew a massive mural and was so into drawing it was contagious. I remembered he would say, "Draw draw draw, draw everyday," and I remembered something about a city, and maybe his name was Mark?

Thank you Google. "The Secret City" with Mark Kistler, good old Commander Mark. Just watching a few clips from there made me realize how much my own drawing / doodling style is straight from what he taught. Huh.

Sesame Street taught me to read before I turned three. True story.

A collection of science and math shows on PBS and Nickelodeon (thanks for the cable Mom and Dad), like Mr. Wizard, 321 Contact, Square One and more gave me tons of information I actually still use as well as the idea of the depth and breadth of science and math and logic. 1,1,2,3,5 - eureka!

Mr. Rogers and others like him taught me my imagination is more important than anything else.

Shows like Kids Incorporated taught me that it's perfectly socially acceptable to break out into song at any given point. (This is still true today, if perhaps only in your mind.) You Can't Do That On Television taught me to be obnoxious to my elders (hmm) - but also that not only attractive people go into acting (true - some of those people were funny looking).

And of course, the Muppet Show (like you need a link) taught me to believe in myself - and to laugh at myself.

...My children, growing up essentially without television, are going to have to get all of that from somewhere else. Some will come from school. Some, from books. But I cannot but wish with perfect nostalgic rose-colored hindsight that they could get only the good from all the television I watched.

...But they can't. Because, sadly, it doesn't work that way, and there are plenty of horrible things I got from television too (yeah, cable. Eek).

Which is why I just told my husband, I think I'm buying the Muppet Show DVDs for my kids... when they get married. Then it's on their own heads.



...Kidding. I'm KIDDING.

Mostly.




Monday, August 13, 2012

NEVER MIND

She's thrown away several now, always her initiative. And this one was no different. All of a sudden in the middle of bedtime she said, "I want to throw my tzetzi in the garbage. Cause when I'm going to be four I don't need a tzetzi, so I want to throw it in the garbage." And then "If my tongue wants to suck on something, I'll just tell it no."

Then of course Sroch started giving Llama a list of things she could suck on instead, but I said - um, no.

Llama threw it away and was so, so pleased with herself!!

...and now after being sent back to bed five times, she asked if she could take it back out of the garbage.

Oh well.

BUT WE'RE ON THE RIGHT TRACK!

SHE THREW AWAY THE LAST TZETZIE

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.

Monday, August 06, 2012

Hardcore druyanity

I don't expect any but the fondest grandparents to feel compelled to watch all 4+ minutes of this, but here ya go:




My favorite thing is that Sroch started making up this 'song' about one minute before I made the video. I love her attention to detail as the director, and I love Llama's ability to play along so quickly (especially the impromptu harmonies).

In case you can't tell, it's a story about 'ohr' (light) and 'choshech' (dark), who are asleep in the dark and wake up in the light, then get their babies dressed and take them to school, then bring them back and it's dark again. Enjoy!

Friday, August 03, 2012