Tuesday, February 27, 2007

to the tune of "How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria"

She spits her food and rubs it in
Her snot is in her hair
She climbs the playdo table
And likes her butt best bare

And when you try to change her
She goes on a holy tear
I even saw her climbing on the toilet!

She’s always making raspberries
And drooling on her chin
She’s always grabbing Maddox’s toys
And then she rubs it in

I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Chava is a terror in our household

I’d like to say a word on her behalf
Chava makes me laugh

How do you solve a problem like our Chavie?
How do you teach a child to have some fear?
How do you try to define our Chavie?
A fatso pudge! a lubby-dub-dub! a dear!

Many a time I think I ought to smack her
Many a time I hug instead and smile
But how do I help her learn
That when she touches the oven she’ll get a burn
How do Al and I live through this short while?

Oh how do you solve a problem like our Chavie?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

the goils

Monday, February 26, 2007

Chavie's passport photo

Okay, even I must admit that she is starting to look like a big girl (sniff, sniff). She certainly thinks she is all grown up, wanting to climb on tables, drive the car and go out to bars. I have a feeling that Chava is going to age me prematurely.

Opiate for the masses

First with Grammy.....

Then with the cousins....

Happy at the Playdough Table

Thursday, February 22, 2007

I'm losing my mind. Nope! He's just not a good dancer.

This morning I was putting on Maddox's shoes. I had put one on the left foot, and when I went to put the other shoe on the right foot, I realized I was holding the left-footed shoe in my hand. So I went to take off the one he already had on his left foot, but it really DID look like it belonged there... I took both shoes off and stood there looking at them for a good, long time before I realized that he must have been sent home in one of his own shoes and one shoe that belongs to another boy in his class. He literally had two left feet.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007


*What Would You Do?

If every time you turned around, your 14 month old daughter was doing this:

....or this

And kept falling off these high places and getting bruised, like this:

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Who wears the pants?

Chava is just funny. She loves to walk around clutching things - her dirty diaper, her dirty clothes. She loves to put things on her head - primarily hats, but just about anything will do. She particularly loves these pants. On her head.


Maddox is feeling the strain of being cooped up in the house and at school - it seems to be coinciding with a bout of "boy-itis" when he wants to be as rambuncious as possible. Couch diving takes the edge off.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Thursday, February 08, 2007

My life is a tragi-comedy, or a comic tragedy, or something

It isn't, really. I have nothing to complain about, but I complain anyway. It's all relative, right?

Yesterday I took the afternoon off because I felt sooo behind the 8-ball; the kids have both been sick, I haven't been sleeping (because they haven't been sleeping), we've been eating Trader Joe's frozen stuff for dinner every night, heaps of laundry, you get the picture. So I decided I'd go home early, take a bath (since I didn't get to shower yesterday morning), make a nice dinner, get some challah started, and maybe take a nap. Hadn't been home a half hour when our daycare lady called to tell me that Chava had puked all over herself while napping, and she seemed to have a stomach bug. So, I ended up washing puke out of Chava's hair, nose and ear instead of soaking myself in the tub. The good news is that she seemed almost back to herself by dinner time, slept fine, and ate a big breakfast this a.m. The other good news is that I had at least kneaded the challah, so Maddox and I got to finish it after Chavie went to bed.

Also, here is Maddox in his boxer briefs. I think he should be the next male model in his underwear in Times Square, don't you?

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

A Celebratory Evening

Maddox wore his underwear all day at school, and was in the same pants he had worn in the morning when I picked him up at 5 p.m. So, we all bundled up in the -10 degree February freeze and went out for ice cream to celebrate this milestone. The only other people in the ice cream place were a mom with her two young boys. Only parents of little kids are nuts enough to go out.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Well How-Dee-Do

Guess who went to school in underwear today (frog boxer briefs, if you must know). He started grabbing his butt before he even left the house and I was sure Al would call to report a poopshmear in the carseat, but I just got the call and he made it to school dry (and clean). Dear lord jeebus, please let it stick.

Also, Mom took this picture of Chava. Isn't it awesome?

Sunday, February 04, 2007