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I am especially loving watching him playing with his sisters, and reading to the baby. It's hard to believe that he's almost in third grade. It sounds so old! Last weekend he passed yet another small milestone, and lost another tooth. Another one is wiggling. I'm not sure how he's going to eat with all of these teeth coming out. I may have to feed him mushy foods through a straw! At the very least, I'm enjoying teasing him about it.
Today is the first day we've all been free from the sniffles, coughs, and sneezes of winter for months. My husband and I spent all day yesterday cleaning up the apartment. My dearest Skokie Sistah took the diva for an afternoon playdate, and brought her back with a yummylicious dinner for us. Thank goodness, because my son was nervously eyeing the ingredients I had laid out.
Today I was called in to substitute teach for the physical education teacher at my son's school. I was stuck with 7th and 8th grade boys classes. I was reminded of why I disliked teaching young kids after suffering the abuses of squirrely pubescent boys. Yech! Never again! Give me my kvetchy college kids any day! I wish to take this moment to salute all teachers out there. You deserve a decent paycheck and a medal of honor for all that you do! Putting up with 13 year old boys, and actually managing to get something stuffed into those crusty brains of theirs is nothing short of miraculous!
My husband's Spring Break is ending, and the kid's Passover break is right around the corner. We're moving into Passover preparation hyper-drive now. We got the rest of the apartment cleaned, and now we're eyeing the kitchen with a mix of fear and determination. I picked up 8 boxes of aluminum and plastic kitchen wares from "the disposable kitchen". For a week, we're transforming this place into an environmental disaster zone, but there's no room for real dishes or pots or pans for Passover. We had to sell just about everything when we moved from San Antonio. The one consolation is that at least I won't be wasting precious water washing everything.
In the meantime, the last batch of challah dough is in the bread machine, before it gets cleaned out and packed away. We're down to the bare-bones in our pantry. I'll be whipping up a lovely pasta-rice-kasha souffle or something just to get rid of the non-Passover stuff. I'm just about ready to start the consolidating and clearing phase, where I start tossing out or cooking random things in my pantry in order to make room for Passover goods. Some of the most creative and ingenious cooking occurs over the next week. Let's see... a can of pumpkin puree, Israeli olives and pickles, and onion soup mix...ahah! the perfect marinade for...er...my leftover fish sticks! Mmmm.
There's a kid's song that is roughly translated as: Great joy, great joy, Spring has arrived and Passover is coming! No adult in their right mind is singing that right now, but after one taste of my pumpkin and pickle fish sticks, we'll all be dancing and singing for Passover!
2 Comments:
Great to see your kids growing up! Wish I could see them myself, but at least I get to read about their achievements and adventures and see their picutres. (It still amazes me how much your children look like both their parents.)
-Taro
Well, well...we also have a Wolf who just completed his very first Pinewood Derby. I am so pleased with the Cub Scouts this year - we have had so many healthy and fun activities. My husband and son had a clast getting their car ready - although when we go to the race it was fairly clear that the Dads had built most of the cars! We even had one that had working headlights! All in all, a great activity.
As for Pesach, I am in complete denial. I have some serious shopping to do. Maybe I'll see you at Hungarian!
Your children are precious, and I love you son's kippah.
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