Posts Tagged ‘scrapbook’

Grandpas Gone Wild

March 10, 2010

My dad has a “thing” about making cakes for my kids’ birthdays.  Here is the cake he made for my Everything Barbie daughter, who turns 6 today.  How he’s getting it to my house for dinner tonight is beyond me.

Cake Barbie

Ignore the plastic wrap on her head – it’s protecting her hair from the frosting.  Makes for a creepy picture though 🙂

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My Sweet, Delicate Flowers

February 23, 2010

Overheard at the EK house:

Son #2: “Ewww what is that? Is it poop?”

Daughter: “No, it’s boogers.”

Son #1: “Are you going to eat it?”

Daughter: “No, that’s GROSS! I’m going to wipe it on the couch.”

Tinkerbelle, Indiana Jones & The Red Dragon Ninja

November 4, 2009

We’re an eclectic family 🙂

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Well Whaddaya Know . . . It Works

August 28, 2009

Years and years ago, when my boys were babies and we were living in what can only be described as a hovel in Monsey, New York,  we had no money and I hadn’t slept in like 2 years and my oldest was a really high-maintenance person and not doing one damn thing the “books” said he should be doing and my baby was, well, a baby and most days I thought I might just drive everyone into the river.  And due to some sort of cosmic alignment I stumbled upon a parenting class taught by an amazing woman named Aviva Schwab.  It’s called STEP, and it saved our lives.  We were never the same (in the best way possible).  This stuff is not a quick fix; it’s a way of life.  Seriously.  So we sometimes have moments of “OMG I’m losing my mind is this ever really going to work?”  Aaaaaand here you go:

Scenario: the kitchen table at homework time.  Asher asks for help with part of his “ariyot”, a Hebrew book.  I help him understand the directions for the homework, and then notice a piece of homework he did for his general studies teacher.  It was a mess.  The handwriting was awful (very unlike him) and he had drawn pictures all over it (also unlike him).   We are really SUPER hands-off about homework – I never check their work or their agenda (only if they ask), and we don’t rescue our kids if they really mess up or forget their work.  They know this, and we’ve explained to them why we feel this is important.  But this was so unlike him, I forgot myself for a moment and casually mentioned that at his age and in his grade he was probably expected to turn something in that was a bit neater and legible.

Fast forward a few hours: I’m in bed catching up on some blogs, when Asher comes in to my room and says, “Can I talk to you about something?”  Of course I say sure.  He says, “Mommy, I didn’t appreciate your comments about my homework for Mrs. Perry.  I really don’t want you to check my homework, because it’s my homework and my responsibility and I should be able to do it the way I want and if I mess up I’ll learn from that but maybe Mrs. Perry will like my pictures and you never know so can you please not comment or check my homework?  Thanks.”

After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I managed to say, “Sure babycakes, I apologize.  You’re so right – I shouldn’t have made that comment.  It is your homework and I know you’re a responsible guy.”  Hugs all around, and then Asher went to bed.

Aviva, my friend, na’ase v’nishma 😉

Overheard at The Snack Table

July 28, 2009

Chanina:  wha you gonna be when you grow up, Shayna?

Shayna: why?

Chanina: you gonna be a mommy.

Shayna: I’m not going to be a mommy.  I’m going to be a clown.

Overheard This Morning

July 6, 2009

Shayna is walking around the house, in her underwear, pushing her doll stroller with the doll in it (upside down, of course), singing to herself.

“My brother-er-ers helped me get orange juice this morning, this morning, this morning.  oh yea-ah.  one of them likes thunder a-and one of them doesn’t.  oh yea-ah oh yea-ah.  we are going to the pool later, Baby Jordan [the doll], a-and Savta’s coming, she’s coming ’round the mountain to go to Purvis Park with u-u-us.”

Boys from the family room:  “Shayna!  We’re watching Wimbledon!  Be quiet!”

Shayna: “I’M SINGING MY DAY.”

Family room: “WELL WE’RE WATCHING FEDERER AND RODDICK.  SHUT UP.”

Ah, sibling love 😉

Saba’s a Useful Guy

May 30, 2009

Joshua relayed the following conversation he had with our second son Asher, 8 1/2.  They were talking about David Cook’s brother who died of brain cancer.  Joshua said that some people recover from cancer, and some people don’t.  My father (Saba) had cancer when Asher was born, and thank God is still here with us today.  He is very involved with his grandchildren and loves to do hands-on projects with them, and he and Asher built a birdhouse for our yard a number of years ago.  He also fixes just about everything that breaks in our house.

Josh: Some people die, and some people recover.  Like Saba.  He had cancer, but he recovered and does not have any more cancer.

Asher:  That’s good.  He’s a useful guy.

🙂

Why I Should Try to Put My Undergarments Away As Soon As They Come Out of the Dryer

May 27, 2009

Shayna, walking around in nothing but her underwear and MY BRA:

“Look boys, I’ve got gigantic bobbies!”

Asher, laughing hard, “They’re GINORMOUS!”

Lev, also laughing hard, “They’re not bobbies, they’re boobies.”

Me, trying not to laugh.  Unsuccessfully, I might add: “Ok, they’re called breasts, and that is my bra and please put it back in the laundry basket.  You can prance around in your own bra when you have one.”

Um, whoops.  Did I just say that?  Ok, so I realize what I have just said and I am now laughing so hard I snort, and all 3 kids are doubled over they are laughing so hard.  I quickly try to correct myself:

“What I meant was you can WEAR your own bra when you’re old enough.  It’s probably not a good idea to prance around in anybody’s bra however old you are.”

Asher: “But you prance around in front of Abba.”

Excuse me, WHAT?

Asher: “When you’re getting dressed in the morning, both of you are in your underwear at the same time.”

Me: “Ok, that’s different.  We’re married and share a bedroom and we get dressed at the same time, so that’s ok.”

Lev: “Would it be ok if Abba pranced around in your bra?”

Resistance is futile.

Lakers vs. Nuggets

May 26, 2009

My 5 year old daughter is rooting for the Denver Nuggets to beat the LA Lakers.

“I want the Nuggets to win.  Because I just LOVE eating nuggets.”

Sounds logical to me 🙂

Preschool Theology Part III: Momma’s Attempt at Indoctrination

May 13, 2009

On the way to the car dealer to get a new tire:

Shayna: God made the whole world, right?

Me: Yep, God’s power helped create the world. What made you think of that?

Shayna: I don’t know. I just thinking. I didn’t know He could do it all by Hisself. That’s a big job.

Me: Yep. God is a pretty big power.

Shayna: How’d He do it? Maybe He waved a wand and said “Voila!” and it got made.

Me: I think it happened over time. I don’t think a wand was involved.  How do you know God is a “He?”

Shayna: Um, I don’t know. I guess God could be anything. God could be a cat.

Me: That would be interesting.

Shayna: Or a momma. You do lots of things by yourself and you make us dinner and you love us.

Now that’s a theology I can get behind.