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There are four of Them: three girls and one boy, little stair-steps all. There are two of Us: best friends, co-parents and truly in love. The Six of us have epic adventures full of laughter and love, occasionally containing tears, but always together.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Little Miss Independent

A few weeks ago when we all had our horrid bout of sickness, Talia was the first one to get sick. It started early on Friday morning. I woke up and heard her running the water for a very long time. I stuck my head in the bathroom and asked her what was going on. "I was washing out my hair," she told me. "Why did your hair need washing out?" I said. "Well, it was yucky." "Why was it yucky?" "I accidentally got barf in it when I was throwing up last night."

What the? Back up here a second! I was shocked, surprised, sad..... "You threw up last night?" "Yes, I threw up twice." "Did you make it into the bathroom? Is there a mess in your bed or on the carpet?" "No, I made it to the potty both times and then I just went back to bed."

Oh I was sooooo sad. I didn't hear her, I didn't even know she was up. Of course, the situation isn't helped by the fact that she is a virtually soundless barfer. Sher makes. no. noise. I know that I can't *make* her ask for help, but it really bothered (bothers) me that my not-quite-four year old didn't want/need/get my help when she was throwing up in the middle of the night. Not only did she not get my help *while* it was going on, she didn't immediately come find me after she was done.

Later that day we were talking about asking for help and how Elie and Isaac both still need/want help when they throw up and how it is not very safe to throw up alone, etc, etc. Talia looks at me and says "When I am four, I won't need your help anymore."

Oh My Goodness!! Can it get any worse?? I know that they reach a point where they are all of a sudden, very clearly, much more independent than they were before. But I don't remember it being so, well, in my face as it has been with Talia.

Of course, we're still seeing lots of her dislike of confict and her desire that no one be upset with her. She has quickly learned the benifits of apologizing directly after she gets called on not-so-desireable behavior. She was having a screaming-mimi the other day when we were out to lunch and so Adam took her to the car. When I got out, the first thing she did was to apologize to me. I just wanted to break down and give her what she was having a screaming-mimi about. She looks up at me with her huge blue eyes and I definitely find it difficult to resist.

I wonder what other surprises our quiet little Lu-Lu has in store for us. Hopefully, though, she doesn't try too many, more advanced "do-it-myself" stunts.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Something Special in the Skies

We often drive by a very large international aiport on our outings. It is a source of excitement and loud exclamations. Sometimes it causes us to have very serious discussions about airplanes, their saftey and "what-ifs".

The other day I was driving and Talia and Isaac were in the car with me. A "what-if" discussion began regarding "what-if" an airplane caught on fire in the air. Isaac surmised that the people on the plane would all put on their parachutes and drift down to safety. But Talia presented a much more fantasical theory.

"If a plane caught on fire while it was flying, then Care Bears would come down out of the clouds and hold on to the people. Then they would slide down rainbows on to the ground. And then the Care Bears would go back up into their cloud castle. And all the people would be safe."

Monday, April 20, 2009

Bits of This and That

I was asking Adam what variety cheesecake he wanted me to make. Isaac chimed in and said "mozerella"?

Leila's vocabulary has been expanding at an astounding rate. Among the funniest things she says are "what da heck", "hey, hey you guys" and when she really wants our attention "yo".

Last week Elie got her hair cut very, very short. It is a bob, ear length. She had been fighting us about getting it brushed and done. I was getting a bit tired of it and so I told her that she needed to decide; if it was going to be long, no fussing. Or we could get it cut short. She chose short. It was hard for me to get used to it, but she loved it from the start. She can now brush it thoroughly and do it all by herself. We haven't had a disagreement about it since!

Yesterday, at the end of the day, Talia said "I was supposed to get MY hair cut today!" Adam and I said to her, "When were you going to tell us that's what you wanted?"

Monday, April 13, 2009

Not the Happiest of Birthdays

Oh my goodness. My littlest child turned two last Thursday! It is a strange and alternate reality I find myself in these days. I've never had a kiddo turn two and not have a next younger sibling already around. My baby isn't *really* a baby and I've got no more babies coming. It's totally and completely the way it should be, four *is* enough for me!, but it is a bit sad and very strange.

It is a good thing that Leila will probably NOT remember this birthday, as I'm sure it will go down as one of the worst birthdays she'll have. First, her birthday fell on the second night of Passover this year. For those in the readership who aren't aware, during Passover, Jews do not eat anything that has wheat, oats, spelt, barley or rye in it, other than flat, tasteless crackers called matzoh. This means that the traditional birthday celebration treats have to be reworked so they do not include forbidden substances. It's not impossible, but it's often difficult and sometimes the results are less than satisfactory. (Shout out to my friends who create amazing gluten free cakes and the like to treat their wheat-intolerant offspring.) So, though not a kiss of death to a fun birthday, Passover definitely creates a bump in the road.

The second issue was one that there was no fun way around. We caught some sort of terrible plague that involved puking (and LOTS of it), diarrhea and a fever, just a few days before Leila's birthday. Then we were finally getting through that lovely piece of illness, when the kids started complaining of sore throats. I got one as well and so, on Leila's birthday, we got the diagnoses of strep throat for everyone!

Thursday night, Noodle was so sick and feeling so ill she didn't want cake, she didn't want dinner, she barely even expressed interest in opening her presents. She kept clutching her tummy and crying that she wanted to go "nap! Nap!! Nap. In. My. Bed!" So we put her, and everyone else, to bed. It was a bit sad and anticlimactic.

Since then we've had birthday "cake" with friends and sang and did candles. We are also planning on making another cake when Passover is over; partly because it's fun to create birthday cakes, partly because I feel guilty about how the first birthday went and partly because I'm sad that my last wee one is two.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Little Chef-lets

I have always been a big fan of having the kids in the kitchen with me. From the time they can sit up (and I can trust them not to climb off the counter) I put them on the counter and let them "help". In the beginning it's just playing with whatever kitchen tools they can find. The next step has been them actively helping me pour and measure ingredients. When Elie and Isaac learned to read, they started to be responsible for gathering ingredients and reading me the recipe.

On Friday night Elie wanted to help me make Shabbat dinner. So, for the first time ever, I turned her loose in the kitchen! I told her the ingredients she needed to make a sauce, gave her the measuring utensils and talked her through making the sauce we needed for some cauliflower! She did marvelously. Isaac came in halfway through and helped with vegetable prep and other tasks, which he did all by himself. It was a revelation in the kitchen!

Now I can give them tasks and they will get done. I have mostly enjoyed having them help me in the kitchen, but it does add to the time it takes me to get whatever we're cooking finished. On Saturday night they peeled carrots and took care of all the cliantro. It actually made making dinner much, much easier.

Of course, they wanted to help on Friday night but when it came to Saturday's tasks, they were much less happy to help. After a brief discussion about how if they want to help do fun things, then they have to help do "un-fun" things as well. I suppose there *is* a lesson in everything.

But it's really fun to have them in the kitchen AND being helpful. I really didn't realize how much all the *helping* they were previously doing has prepared them for *actually* helping in the kitchen. I'm so excited to have my little chef-lets in the kitchen with me!

Friday, April 3, 2009

Leaping to Conclusions

We have some friends and they have a little boy who is a year older than Talia and a year younger than Isaac. He and Isaac have a great *buddy* relationship; everytime we go over there Isaac and "J" play rough, yell, run around and generally wreak havoc. It's great. (No seriously, it allows Isaac an outlet for all those behaviors.) Talia and J have a funny relationship. Talia generally eggs J on and then prentends like she doesn't like it when he chases her or wrestles her. J is in pre-K this year at the same program Talia is attending. So they occasionally see each other on the playground or in the halls.

The other day Talia was telling Adam about her day at school. I was in a different room and heard her say "Daddy, today at school J showed me how he unzips his pants!" I heard Adam say, in a sort of peaked voice, "Oh really?"

I started to dry off my hands to go ask some questions about the unzipping of pants, when she finished her story.

"He can unzip them around his knees and they turn into shorts!!!"

Whew...