And in other news -
*We're going to Disney in something like 90 hours. The weather through next week calls for sunny and GORGEOUS. I am ready to start packing and I have a few self-maintainance errands to do - various parts of my face to get waxed, and a massage coupon to cash in. I'm all tied in knots and that's no way to begin a week in the Happiest Place on Earth. I have already had a thorough look at the pictures of our hotel and I have scoped out several great places for me to do nothing over Shabbos.
*I got my nose pierced today! I've wanted a little stud for a really long time and for my Pesach present, Hubby sent me to get it done. I went to NY Adorned this afternoon and it was lovely. The shop itself is bright and beautiful and they had a very nice selection of jewelry. I chose a 1.5mm pink sapphire set in rose gold. You can barely even see it. It's just a tiny little pink sparkle on my left nostril. I love it!! It's so pretty and elegant and exotic. It reminds me of our Ima'ot (foremothers) because they all wore them (though maybe not pink sapphires). It's not often a piece of jewelry can help you walk in the path of holy women! I hope it will continue to serve as a reminder for me of the beauty of a life committed to mitzvos.
*Izzy is a sweet little ball of fun. He's at the age where he has little tricks that he does and he's like a drooly trained poodle. If you tell him "Good job!" or "Yay!" he grins and claps. If you say "Hi," or walk him past a mirror, he says "hi." If he plays with a phone, he'll put it on his face and say "hi." If you say "bouncey, bouncey, bouncey, bounce!" then he bouncey-bouncey-bouncey-bounces. He's also teething again. I don't understand why he couldn't just settle for 11 teeth. Kids today. This has brought on yet another case of faucet face that is so bad a lady stopped me on the street yesterday when he was on my back and offered to wipe his nose for me.
*Moo is in this insanely difficuly stubborn phase, K'AH. EVERYTHING is "Why?" Put on your socks. Why? For a while I was explaining and then it just got to be too much. Yes, I want him to understand that everything I ask him to do is for a logical reason and I am not some crazy tyrant steering him through a life crafted of my whims. BUT HOLY CRAP KID, I AM YOUR MOTHER AND I SAID SO. So, that is my new response to "Why?" And his reward for compliance is the explanation. Yes, ideally I would be able to take the time to explain every little decision to him and he would see the logic in it and we would sign kumbaya and sway with our Waldorf dolls and playsilks. But we have things to DO and places to GO and Kid, your brother is on my face smacking me in the head saying "Go-go, go-go. Mommy? MOMMY!"
*I got my nose pierced today! I've wanted a little stud for a really long time and for my Pesach present, Hubby sent me to get it done. I went to NY Adorned this afternoon and it was lovely. The shop itself is bright and beautiful and they had a very nice selection of jewelry. I chose a 1.5mm pink sapphire set in rose gold. You can barely even see it. It's just a tiny little pink sparkle on my left nostril. I love it!! It's so pretty and elegant and exotic. It reminds me of our Ima'ot (foremothers) because they all wore them (though maybe not pink sapphires). It's not often a piece of jewelry can help you walk in the path of holy women! I hope it will continue to serve as a reminder for me of the beauty of a life committed to mitzvos.
*Izzy is a sweet little ball of fun. He's at the age where he has little tricks that he does and he's like a drooly trained poodle. If you tell him "Good job!" or "Yay!" he grins and claps. If you say "Hi," or walk him past a mirror, he says "hi." If he plays with a phone, he'll put it on his face and say "hi." If you say "bouncey, bouncey, bouncey, bounce!" then he bouncey-bouncey-bouncey-bounces. He's also teething again. I don't understand why he couldn't just settle for 11 teeth. Kids today. This has brought on yet another case of faucet face that is so bad a lady stopped me on the street yesterday when he was on my back and offered to wipe his nose for me.
*Moo is in this insanely difficuly stubborn phase, K'AH. EVERYTHING is "Why?" Put on your socks. Why? For a while I was explaining and then it just got to be too much. Yes, I want him to understand that everything I ask him to do is for a logical reason and I am not some crazy tyrant steering him through a life crafted of my whims. BUT HOLY CRAP KID, I AM YOUR MOTHER AND I SAID SO. So, that is my new response to "Why?" And his reward for compliance is the explanation. Yes, ideally I would be able to take the time to explain every little decision to him and he would see the logic in it and we would sign kumbaya and sway with our Waldorf dolls and playsilks. But we have things to DO and places to GO and Kid, your brother is on my face smacking me in the head saying "Go-go, go-go. Mommy? MOMMY!"