November 2009 Photos

Zusha 5 1/2 ~ Gedalya 3 3/4 ~ Adel 12-13 months


The only way to keep all three kidlets in one photo is to confine them in a ride! LOL






A new library we discovered- the 5th one the kids have visited so far!

Biggest, Middlest, Littlest

Littlest, Middlest, Biggest




Littlest, Middlest, Biggest





Littlest, Middlest, Biggest




Littlest, Middlest, Biggest




Littlest, Middlest, Biggest

Extreme Nursery Rhymes

We go to the library story hour on Mondays. The kids love it. The librarian reads several books and plays finger games with the kids, sings songs, nursery rhymes and all such fun things. I love it, too. I get to socialize with (non-virtual) adults, make new friends... it's great. Each time you come you sign in and every few weeks each child gets a book to take home.

The boys love singing the songs that they learned and saying the poems at home, too.

In the past few weeks, we learned:
"Where is Thumbkin? Where is Thumbkin?
Here I am, here I am..."

"Five little monkeys jumping on the bed.
One fell off and bumped his head..."

and another one that I never heard before that starts:
"Five little pumpkins sitting on the gate..."

Well, yesterday Gedalya was playing and singing to himself,
"Five little Thumbkins jumping on the gate!"
Haha!

I really must copyright some of these gems. Gedalya might just have composed a radical new nursery rhyme!

A Friend is a Brother

A friend is a brother who was once a bother. ~Author Unknown

Zusha needed a piece of paper to label something. There were some oaktag papers on the floor, so he cut a small rectangle out from one of them. When Gedalya discovered that it was HIS oaktag that Zusha cut, he started screaming, tackling, crying, calling Zusha names, hitting, pinching...
Without a word, Zusha took his scissors, cut a piece from another oaktag that was on the floor to patch up the hole that he made in Gedalya's.

I was so touched.

Later that evening I was cleaning up. I picked up the stack of oaktags to see which ones to save and which ones to put in recycling. And then I saw it- instead of cutting out a patch for Gedalya from Zusha's own oaktag, he cut it from another one of Gedalya's! Oy!

Yes, a friend is a brother.

Like...

Like mother...


Like kiddos:


Somehow this black and white autumn scene with the Poozils reminded me of my own photo (around age 2) that was similar.

So, who looks most like me?

October 2009 Photos

No stories needed... these photos speak for themselves. Enjoy!

Thirteen

My six-toothed little newborn baby is thirteen months old. (Zusha has to be the one to give me a reality check. I still call Adel "my tiny newborn baby" and Zusha brings me back to reality by saying, "She's not a newborn anymore, Mama." So true. And then he adds, "Now she's just... plain born.")

So as I was saying, I came to a realization. When Adibaby was about 6-7 months old, my friends who have babies around the same age would tell me how they long for a normal meal where no one is grabbing food from their plate... no one is grabbing the plate from under their food, no one is spilling their drinks. "You know how hard it is to eat with a baby on your lap," they'd say, although I didn't. Gedalya hasn't been grabbing my plate for several years now, and Zusha for even longer, so no, I didn't really know.

But yesterday, I realized... a few grabby meal experiences, and I realized... I can't eat peacefully with Adel on my lap anymore! Her hands are in my cups, covered in food, reaching for my spoon, and if that's too far, she'll lunge for the bowl.

Who knew something like this could make a mother so happy?

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~Silly Adi Bonus~

This morning I woke up to see this happy Adi:

And to discover the source of her happiness.
We are all sick, so I have a box of tissues standing in the corner of my bed. This morning, the box was half empty. Tissues all over the place. And one Adibaby grinning from ear to ear.

Silly Adi.