Shana Tova

Stopping in quickly to wish those who celebrate a Happy New Year. 😀

Happy Birthday Little Boy

With my parents here, blogging takes a back seat. Just the way it is. But I had to stop in and wish my littlest baby a Happy Birthday. Even though at 4 he’s not exactly reading blogs, especially mine. Though, he’d probably read Spiderman’s blog. Especially if Spiderman blogged about band-aids because those two things are what he’s most interested in these days. Well, Spiderman band-aids and Bakugans. Have you seen these things? (Bakugans) Actually they’re kind of cool. Weird dragon-like transformer things. Really meant for older kids, but he loves playing with them.

Anyway! Happy Birthday, my little man. I love you so very very much.

Before I forget…

Finally tracked down our elusive babysitter so that Sam and I can escape tonight for some alone time. There’s been about a million things I keep meaning to tell him, but someone always interrupts, the phone rings… something happens and I never get to finish my thought. But finally, tonight, there won’t be anyone else to bother us. It will just be him and me. And I can sit across the dinner table from him, peacefully without any interruptions … and completely forget all the things I had meant to tell him throughout the week. =sigh=

Seriously, with mommy brain, how am I supposed remember these things until date night??

Rollercoaster of a week

What a week it has been. My parents were originally planning on coming out to visit us late next week. Then my mom did something to her shoulder and she was writhing in pain. It was looking like she would have to go in for surgery to repair whatever was going on. That would have sucked on several levels. Obviously anytime you have to go under the knife is just not a fun time. My mom has had shoulder surgery before and I have a recollection of it being months before she was feeling better from it all. On a totally selfish level, it meant I wasn’t going to get to see my mommy!! We just recently joined a new synagogue (an hour away (ugh) but we’ve, thus far, been really happy with the community there) and for the first time in… possibly ever, I was really looking forward to going to Rosh Hashanah services because my parents would be here and I was going to show them how cool this place was. My birthday is in a few weeks and I was really looking forward to being able to spend that with them. Zachary’s birthday is coming up even sooner, and I was looking forward to having them here for that.

Sibling Explosives

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“Jenn, I don’t think oil and water is a good comparison. They’re more like gasoline and a match.”

So true. Even when they play together, it’s dangerous. There is no such thing as their playing “nicely” together. There is playing wildly where someone will get hurt. Or there is fighting where someone will get hurt. Ironically, that someone is usually the older one (Rachel). The other oddity is that when Rachel is out of the house for a few hours for whatever reason, Zach can be calm and happy and very pleasant. The instant (without exaggeration) he hears her step foot in the house, he’s having tantrums, freaking out, acting wild.

Gasoline and a match. Yes. That’s definitely my children.

Trains, Planes and Zachmobiles

So many times I have something I want to say, it’s too short for a blog post, but too many characters for a twitter update. I know there was a twitter knock off that let you use as many characters as you wanted, but I’m not quite ready to add another social media outlet to my list. LOL! So blog posts it will be. I’ll put these in a new category: Too Long For Twitter. 😀

I once almost bought a used train table from a woman who said she was selling it because her kids were no longer using it for it’s intended purpose (ie. a TRAIN TABLE) and instead were using it in their attempts to imitate Superman, getting up on top of the table and jumping off. I didn’t end up buying it from her and bought a new set instead but I swear I’m starting to want to sell ours for the EXACT SAME REASON.