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Cheeks

Yes, they're my cheeks. The rest is Rafi.

Yes, they're my cheeks. The rest is Rafi.

Yes, the cheeks are filling out. No need to comment on them. I have a lot of people here who think they’re cute!

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Thrilled to be leaving at dusk

Thrilled to be leaving at dusk

Last night I thought it would be nice to go for a family walk. It’s been really really hot outside and we haven’t been able to get to the park, so I thought how nice it would be to get into PJs and walk around the block and have a picnic for dinner. HA! I’m totally nuts. So I prepared sandwiches and everything and the kids wanted to watch TV instead. So they had a picnic on my bed watching Thomas the Tank Engine.  When it came time to go to sleep, all of a sudden they were ready to go. That caught me off guard. Seriously, I don’t know why I didn’t realize this would happen. Not wanting to go to bed- being willing to do all manner of things before going to sleep- This is class 101 in mother school. (more…)

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yom yerushalayim 010This might have been my last Yom Yerushalayim celebrated as a family since Rafi will be going to work full time next year (tears of sadness and joy).

Abba and G

Abba and G

It was a fun day! As always, the kids came back dirty, cranky, and full of junk food, but it was worth it. I love living in Yerushalayim and I’m going to be a little sad to leave one day. Every year they have this parade called the Rikkudgalim, where people wear their blue and white and march to the kotel (I couldn’t fit into blue and white this year). As opposed to Yom Haatzmaut, Yom Yerushalayim has a more religious feel to it. People are out on the streets dancing and celebrating the miracle of winning the Six Day War and recapturing Jerusalem, our spiritual epicenter. And what better way to celebrate than to dance in the streets all the way to the kotel. If you see the kids blog, you’ll see the video at the end. Tzviya is busy waving her flag to the tune of “ba’neshama” and the words to the song are “ani maamin, b’emunah shleima, b’viat hamashiach b’eretz yisrael shel ahava….ahavat yisrael b’neshama”. It’s truly a blessing and a miracle to be here in a place full of love, life, and vitality.

Can you tell I’m majorly pregnant? It’s been a week of really mushy posts…one thing is for sure, there will definitely be more!

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(almost) all grown up

(almost) all grown up

Last night I was putting Tzviya to sleep and she just didn’t want to go. Maybe it was because we weren’t in our house, I don’t know, but I held her for about 40 minutes and sang to her. I never do that anymore. Don’t think I’ve done it since she was a year old, but for some reason, last night I just let her fall asleep in my arms. As I gazed down at her, I thought to myself first, mah rabu maasecha Hashem (How great are your creations, Hashem). She just looked so perfect to me, so pure, and so innocent. I wanted to stay there and just freeze time.

This is in contrast to my during-the-day-Tzviyali. She’s become this fiercly independent child. Determined to do everything she puts her mind to. If she wants something, she’ll let you know. OOh boy will she ever. She’ll also tell you if she doesn’t want something- and exactly how she wants it. She’ll tell you that we’re going to eat popsicles on the porch later and that the cat went back home and said “meow”. She’ll tell you that she wants milk and not water, and that she’d rather watch Franklin than Toopy.  She is 21 months this week and I can’t believe this change in her- it came upon me so fast. One example is with trains. Gedalya has loved these Thomas trains since he was about her age. He learned very quickly how to put the tracks together, the colours of each train, and of course, their names. Tzviyali is no differennt now. This week she put a whole track together herself.

Maybe it’s because the new baby is coming. Maybe. But even though I’d love her to stay a baby forever, she’s going to grow up and I’ll be there clapping for her, playing with her, and marveling at all her great achievements, and I know they will be big. They already are.

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Abba Bunny

The things we do to get our kids to listen

The things we do to get our kids to listen

Rafi and I have been having a really hard time getting Mr. G dressed in the morning. He just doesn’t want to go to the bathroom, brush teeth, and get dressed. I don’t know if this is a phase or what, but we’ve tried everything- forcing, not forcing, ignoring, begging, and bribery. But this is an all-time low. Love the costume sweetie!!

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The Parade

The Parade

Apparently on lag b’omer day, there is a parade in every neighborhood (in Jerusalem) done by Chabad. My friend Rena had this great idea (as she always does) that we would go to the Parade and then do dinner at their house. Well to me, it was a good idea- Gedalya would play with A and it would be a fun family activity. The only thing that I forgot was that Rafi wouldn’t be able to be there and that I’m 36 weeks pregnant. You see, I don’t think about my pregnancy when I’m sitting down. But when I stand up, it becomes blatantly clear to me that no, I can’t run that fast, or for that matter, walk that fast. But I didn’t think about it.  So I told her I’d come with the kids and I’d pick up Rafi at the library on the way home (at 7pm). The parade was at 3:30- that meant 3.5 hours with the kids on the go.

I finished my day of work and went to pick the kids up from daycare when I realized, I’m 36 weeks pregnant!!! What the heck was I thinking???????? But it was too late. I already told Gedalya that we were going to see A and to a big parade.

We arrived in Rena’s neighborhood and because of the parade, I had to park a little bit away from her house- a five minute walk. We were starving so I told the kids we’d go get a treat. Mistake #1- the makolet was closed and the only store that was open was what I later learned was a jewelry store for fruit. Yes, I did buy 4 peaches, a bag of almonds and a bag of craisins for 57 NIS. YES LAUGH, I GIVE YOU PERMISSION. DON’T GO TO THE FRUIT STORE ON THE CORNER OF KEREN KAYEMET and GREEN (the restaurant- that’s for another post) UNLESS YOU DON’T MIND SPENDING YOUR LIFE SAVINGS ON FRUIT. I’ll give the store this: the fruit was very fresh and tasty. But you could accomplish the same thing at the shuk.

I got over the shock and we heard drums and went to see the parade. As it turns out, the parade consisted of a car playing music, some 50 Chabad kids banging on drums, and a whole lot of women with young children following them. Not so exciting, but the kids liked the drums so it was ok.

Skip ahead, we go to Rena’s house for Pizza. I’m wiped and Gedalya hasn’t gone to the bathroom in 3 hours. I say “lets go to the bathroom and make.” and he says, “NO. I don’t have pish.” Five seconds later there is literally no dry spot on his pants. Rena and Ahron were really good sports about this. At least we didn’t stain their carpet. We got cleaned up in the bathtub and luckily Rafi had packed us a change of clothes. Too bad we didn’t pack a change of shoes- we went barefoot. G went on to eat five slices of pizza with A while watching Curious George and Rena and I plopped down on the couch. Tzviya poured an entire cup of water on herself but she didn’t seem to mind, so I didn’t bother changing her.

You know when the day just naturally comes to an end? So it was six and we were ready to leave but weren’t supposed to pick up Rafi till seven. I tried to make conversation but it was obvious that the mega-prego ladies (ie: me and Rena) needed to just rest. So we sent her husband to pick up my car from a mile away and he saved us and we went to pick Rafi up at the library. Thank Gd for nice husbands and good friends.

Oh, I skipped the part where I had only a single stroller and Tzviya refused to sit in it, so I had to hold her the whole way to Rena’s. And I also missed the part where therefore, Rena had to push my stroller while I carried her (thank you Rena). Again, what would I do without good friends.

Needless to say, pished on, shoeless, and one wet child later, I needed to blog about this afterwards.

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Different Levels

This is how it began and ended

This is how it began and ended

It’s hard coming up with activities that suit the needs of both my toddlers. The other day we took out markers and were having a fine old time until Tzviya (1+), post bath-let me add- began coloring on herself. It was an experiment- I understand. Self expression. I got it. But the more I begged her not to draw on herself, the more she wanted to. She also tasted the markers and graffitied all over her door before I pryed it away from her.

At least she's having a good time. At least the markers aren't toxic.

At least she's having a good time. At least the markers aren't toxic.

Any ideas out there that would occupy a 1 and 3 year old??

I tried crayons but she ate those too. I know people are going to suggest the magna-doodle and that actually occupies her for a couple minutes, although not as long as real markers, but the problem here is with my son. All he wants me to do is draw trains for him. It drives me NUTS! I actually took out the markers for him- to encourage him to draw himself and this is what happened.

So I’m putting it out there. Please please HELP!

Admiration. This occupied us for a really long time.

Admiration. This occupied us for a really long time.

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