Bringing a two year old to a movie…Lemonade saves the day!

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You read correctly, we made it to see Wall.E — it was brilliant! Just BRILLIANT!

OK – we’ll backtrack. We got home from camp/school at 4:30 – I rushed to put in the salmon and make dinner..but it was too hot and took too long for us to leave at our designated time of 5:15 to make the 5:45 movie. So sandwiches it was – Tuna for Belle, 2 PBJ for Bob, melted cheese for Bean and PBJ for Puppy, throw a PBJ for me too….(no vegi, no fruit) water in the car!

We made it out, and to the movie — using gift coupons that I had received for my birthday at least 3 years ago, if not more- the 5 of us walked in, and I got $1.50 back! (J came on his own and paid, so I don’t even know what that cost!)

Bob held my purse and keys, as we proceeded down the escalator — I held Bean as she is TERRIFIED of them and help Puppy’s hand. We got a BIG bucket of popcorn, 4 small cups and 2 med (you can’t tell me they were medium, they looked like a two litter bottle!) drinks, one lemonade and one diet coke — and we were off.

Poor Puppy thought we were going to shul where they had movie night the week before, on the grass with “Cars” projected — this was a bit different…for a sensory kid, but he was a trouper.

An hour and a bit into the movie — Puppy starts saying Penis! Penis! VERY LOUDLY in a quiet theater…there were only about 20 people total in the theater — but when you are paying $12 a ticket, who wants to be interrupted?!?

He continues, Penis! PENIS! PENIS BOY!! Penis BOY! I PENIS BOY!!! I PENIS BOY!!!

OMG J and I were trying so hard not to laugh, Bob was in stiches and the girls kept looking like he was nuts! Remember now – more than an hour into the movie, NO POPCORN left to distract…no paci in site, and Penis Boy yelling PENIS BOY at the top of his lungs….turn to Lemonade!

Sticky, sweet, sticky – ice cold — did I say sticky? But it distracted good’ol penis boy for enough time to get him to forget! I dont’ think the rest of us ever will.

Game called on a count of rain

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We had a nice day planned today – J-h to do yard work, Y-d, A-d, and A-s in the pool out back, J-s watching sports as usual…and 4pm we were to go off for a minor league baseball game! We were quite excited….but as soon as we got their the skies opened up and the rain came pouring down…

Disappointed…but we all kept it together — even J-s who got his glove and ball signed by two players…he took it hard, but came home and watched a bit of a Mets game. A-d fell asleep on the way home – A-s and Y-d got to watch a show and then off to bed…

Maybe we’ll get in a movie tomorrow — that is the plan….but we know what happens when we plan.

2 Years — sadness is still too much to bare

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2 years ago today a lovely little boy ERS died in a horrible accident at the local JCC — he drown in the pool there, during a swim lesson at camp. ERS wasn’t our son, we knew his sister S since Bob and she were in school as two year olds, they were supposed to come over for Shabbat the week after he had passed. A funeral like this I have never before seen – I remember it and all the raw emotions. My heart still goes out to the entire family…. I dreamt last night that G-B was with him, reading to him…the perpetual 1st grader with the perpetual 1st grade teacher….

Easy morning x2 days…

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OK, make that “easier”! Belle was able to get her stuff together enough to get out both thursday and friday am. That isn’t to say we didn’t have our moments, but Jeven sent a picture of her smiling in the car on the way to camp.

BTW – we didn’t make it to ZeroCNS — we’ll try again for next week

Zero CSN

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J’s new motto — Zero CSN (zero csn sunday night) — We are part of a CSA *- below is a copy from the groupy’s e-mail about what it is. The problem is I thought this would replace our produce visits. I thought we would spend less on groceries — boy was I wrong! We layed out the money for the CSA and have basically the same shopping list…though add the extra stuff that J needs to prepare the things like collared greens and rubarb and garlic scapes….

It is a lot of pressure! I just love my peppers, cucumbers, strawberries, grapes — the real stuff you can get at a super market — I know, I’m a party pooper!

*Community-Supported Agriculture (CSA) is a mutually beneficial partnership where urbanconsumers receive fresh, nutritious vegetables while helping to sustain the livelihoods andstewardship of regional farmers. In a CSA arrangement the farmer pre-sells “shares” in his or herfarm’s upcoming harvest to individuals, families, and institutions in the city.Tuv Ha’Aretz, a program of Hazon, means both “good for the land” and “the best of the land.” Ultimately, it also means the best for you and your family. As a Tuv Ha’Aretz member at TI, you’ll know where your food is coming from, and enjoy:
• a variety of fresh, organic vegetables at competitive prices from Calvert Farm.
• weekly produce delivery to TI, on Monday afternoons
• supporting local farms, a healthy environment, and strong community
• connecting in new ways to Jewish values and tradition
• a weekly newsletter, Tuv Ha’Shavua with recipes from the farm, divrei Torah and more!
• farm trips and inspiring education classes

Better Start…

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Today Belle got it together and had a good morning – don’t know why, but it worked. I have to keep reminding myself that she is not doing this to us. That she doesn’t set out to upset us and make us mad. In the anger of a being late for work, for not running smoothly through our “routine’ — I tend to forget.
She is not doing this to me/us.
She wouldn’t do it if she could stop herself.

Happy Birthday Auntie Lolo — 23rd!

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I know Lolo doesn’t read this blog — she would if she knew it existed…but she doesn’t yet. I remember that day, when my life as an only child was no more. When she screamed her way into our lives….we all thought she was a boy – I even convinced Grandma A that we KNEW she was a boy — LOL

I was 3 weeks shy of 10, what a special day it was. I became a sister, something I waited a VERY long time for….though now, I’m waiting even longer to be an Auntie myself:)

Love you Lolo — we all do.

One person’s lie is another person’s fiction

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Belle did it again today. She got up, she got dressed, she even came down and ate breakfast so nicely. Getting ready to leave and she says she is bringing her dog – we say, no, toys are not allowed in camp or school — party line – though we compromised to let her take him in the car on the ride.

As we pull up to drop off Cookoo and Puppy — Belle says, “you know what mommy and abba, you were right, I shouldn’t take my dog to camp, I’m glad I left him at home!”

Boy were we upset — a straight out fabricated lie.

(Fast forward 7 hours and she left the car without permission and crossed the parking lot at the pre-school without a grownup — almost full meltdown over dessert, but we were able to cut it off at the pass…this time.)

When talking to my friend and doula tonight – B – I recounted my day with among other issues, Belle — and I gotta love B — she said:

“wow! she is going to be a great writer when she is older!” A refreshing and creative ending.

M*E*L*T*D*O*W*N

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Well — the perfect end to the perfect day — a meltdown — just like the Justin Roberts song Meltdown – Belle ended today in a meltdown – this time over not getting more cookies. We went to a friends house for dinner tonight (H and I), everyone else had the 1.5 — Bob, Belle, Puppy, the friends children M and L — but Belle decided she need more, needless to say it was a car ride of piercing screeching and crying for more cookies…