1. Dedushka, my dad, is home from the hospital and doing much better. If you want to leave him a welcome home message, use the comments. Even though he lives a few blocks away, he’s always happy to see pictures of grandchildren and is an avid reader of the blog. (Hey Dad, check the comments, k?).
2. I did the unthinkable: I bought a baby carrier.
It's a boring blue I don't love. I think I may have to bling it out.
After all the carriers I have made, I still found myself in sudden need a soft structured carrier. I set aside time last night to make it, but that was exactly when Sagitta decided that she needed to be awake, too. So this morning I bought a Yamo, because when one flies alone with a toddler, soft-structured is the carrier of choice.
3. Sagitta and I are flying out to Seoul tonight. The kids are going to be with Cloud Man’s folks. After all, what’s life without a little spontaneity?
Some of you know that Dedushka, my dad, is in the hospital under observation.
Dedushka and Volucris at Volucris's bar mitzvah
Here’s the scoop: Dedushka is fine. Part of his face is a little droopy, but the CT scan is clear. (They say they didn’t find anything, but when it comes to a brain scan I’m pretty sure that means they didn’t find anything abnormal. If they didn’t find anything at all we’d have other worries). He was very dizzy and nauseated, too, and with symptoms like these doctors like to keep an eye on things. So Dedushka is going to be in the hospital until Sunday.
We are managing fine; either my sister or I are with my mom, who is handling this fairly well, all things considered.
Meanwhile, dad’s Hebrew name is Pinchas Ben Karolia, and a perek of tehillim or a nice mishabeirach in shul won’t go amiss. Thanks, and shabbat shalom!
Remember my niece, the superhero? She invited us over for dinner tonight.
See the powder blue calculator watch? Super Elisheva knows her Geek Chic.
Super Elisheva went to Cooking camp at a gourmet food and cookware shop here in our city. She wanted to share what she learned with me. It was an honor, as well as a culinary delight.
She made these delicious ravioli (these were the exquisite cheese ravioli in creamy tomato sauce. We didn’t get a picture of the divine yam ravioli in cream sauce).
See the cigar on the side? It was filled with cheese and nuts and sun-dried tomatoes and mint and love.
And then my dearest, beloved niece made deep-fried ice cream.
Special thanks to Super Elisheva's sister, Wonder Chaviva, for the photos.
It was a religious experience. Warm and crunchy and cold and smooth, Super Elisheva served this study in contrasts up with real maple syrup. It’s something I’ve only ever read about, and friend, if you’ve only ever read about deep-fried ice cream instead of tasting it, summon Super Elisheva (I’m just guessing on the summoning thing, as I’m not really clear on how other people contact superheroes. I just use my cell phone). Once you’ve reached her, beg her to make some deep-fried ice cream for you.
Because you know something?
Super Elisheva did it again!
The day can only be improved by sticking a blue magic marker up your nose.
As the mishna says, the wise person learns from everyone.
Guess who came home today?
And this is why you should always check your home for holes in the space/time continuum.
Volucris came home, too.
We missed him so, so much.
Sagitta wouldn’t let go of him for hours after he walked through the door and the older girls insisted that he play with them and talked his ear off filling him in on the last two and a half weeks. There was Lego building of a big set that Volucris didn’t open until just so that he could put it together with them. It’s good to have him back.