I am posting by grace of my new Samsung Stratosphere, which is a particularly nifty toy. You see, various commitments have called dibs on basically every one of my waking moments. It's become rather tiresome. I long for a stretch of time which demands nothing of me, but until then, I have my fancy pants phone with its metallic fuschia cover to present me to you in verbal stereo while my kids take a bath.
Another great relief to the tedium of the densely scheduled life is the fact that we have booked our Disney Trip! This gives me license to navel gaze to my heart's content when I'm feeling fed up with reality. I can even wander over to Excel and work on one of several planning spreadsheets that help me feel like our trip is two months longer than it is (while simultaneously making me a huge tool, but I'm totally OK with that).
I keep hitting wrong buttons on my phone and accidentally opening Google or a Siddur. Amazing how this little phone does waaaaay more than the first several computers I owned.
In other news, the boys are pretty amazing (duh). Moo is doing great in school, reading sentences in both English and Hebrew, but while he has the entire Alef-Beis and all the nekudos down, he is more slowly acquiring the complexities of English phonetics and just beginning to work on blends and hard vowel sounds. In math he's just mastered single from double digit subtraction and has been working on skip-counting. I'm so thankful that he's in a school that allows him to work at his own pace according to his abilities. He's very proud of his progress (obviously, so we are we). Most rewarding is how his Yiddishkeit has blossomed. He's so firm and comfortable with who he is; he's really an inspiration, like a living, bright blue-eyed Yetzer Tov, KAH.
Izzy is growing like Alice on candy hearts, physically and cognitively. He has about a bajillion words, give or take. He's working on his two year molars (Yerachem!), and he's kind of interested in the potty, which is kind of a funny situation. He totally gets what's going on when it happens, but doesn't get any advanced warning, not even enough to go pantsless and keep a potty handy. He also isn't receptive enough to read and understand "Time to Pee" or the like. Maybe he'll do well with training pants and timing? IDK, we'll figure it out. Izzy has also finally managed to grow enough hair for a ponytail. Now I just have to train him to say, "I'm a boy."
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