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Trim

Today I took Aquila for her first haircut since she trimmed her bangs all by herself when she was three years old.

Doesn't she look great?


 

We went to Steves’, whom Volucris rejects because he feels that Steves’ hairstyles are “too fashionable”. That was exactly why Aquila wanted to go there, and no where else. Steves (I’m not missing an apostrophe, that’s the way his name is spelled) styled the girls’ hair for Volucris’s Bar Mitzvah because I wasn’t feeling well enough to do it myself. Since then, Aquila has frequently told me that she wishes she could go to Steves every morning to get her hair done. He has a doll head in the window that he styles, and Aquila always checks to see the new style when we walk past. Aquila and Lyra have been known to examine these styles minutely, comparing and contrasting the current design with his other work.

Don't worry, he only took off about 2 or 3 cm.

Steves very carefully trimmed off the part of her hair that was dry and unhappy, and then just for fun he straightened Aquila’s hair with a blow drier and a round brush the size of a water pitcher.

His precision was incredible. I was watching an artist at work.

I was really surprised by how different Aquila looks with straight hair. Suddenly I can really see her father’s side of the family in her features.

There is an ongoing debate as to whether or not any of the others look like me.

Lyra says Aquila looks like a model. I think she’s still a sweet little girl. Though between you and me, even though they’ll be back in a day or two… I miss the curls.

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While we were out

I’m sorry I didn’t blog at all while Cloud Man was home. He’s since returned to Seoul, because that’s where all the really happening gemara classes are. So let me bring you up to speed on what happened while he was home.

First, there was Purim.

I wanted the girls to dress in their hanboks, because that was easy.

But my girls see Purim as a time for their own self-expression, not my inertia.

I made this mermaid costume by hand, in two days, when I realized that resistance is futile.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Lyra unleashed her inner clown bride.

The dress matching the nose was just luck.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

And Sagitta is still little enough that I can pick her costume.

Though she doesn't have to be happy about it.

Yes, I am dressed up. That’s the best I can do for “gypsy”, my go-to last minute costume, because I couldn’t get my hanbok on time. The best part of how I was dressed was being out on the street, where I could just see the faces wondering if I was dressed up, or whether that was my usual attire. Around here, it can really go either way.

Cloud Man read Megilla for us on Purim day. He was dressed up as an international consultant.

That's the megilla we had commissioned to celebrate our first year of aliyah.

I don’t mean to psychoanalyze my spouse, but I think that this may have been an expression on how suddenly our lives changed over the past year. It’s taking some getting used to.

I didn’t get a photo of Volucris in costume, but you can see him (along with Cloud Man and Lyra) in this video:

 
 
And that was our Purim. Fortunately, though, Cloud Man was home for the rest of the week, as well.
 
 

Remember I told you how I was going to get the kids rollerblades out of sheer guilt?

She's really fast now.

Done. Though Volucris got a split skateboard. They are already doing tricks.

Volucris got second place in a Judo competition. We are very, very proud.

His teammates got first and third places, too.

And Bismarck has left us. Remember Bismarck?

He wasn't really a pet. He was more of a house guest.

He was with us for over a week. He crawled out the window on Purim, and was gone two days later. I miss him. It was nice to have someone keep me company while I washed the dinner dishes late at night. We had some lovely chats, though he mostly listened.

Yes, this new life is definitely taking some getting used to.

Aquila, age 8.

Today we celebrated Aquila’s 8th birthday.

Why yes, that is her Korean Princess dress.

There was much discussion about what sort of party Aquila wanted. She knows what sorts of parties her friends have, but that wasn’t quite what she was looking for. She wanted fun, but she also wanted a sense of equilibrium more than a sense of excitement. Aquila decided that the best way to achieve her goal was to only invite her two closest friends (she’s known them both since they were all in utero) and her sister.

It was a good call. There are things you can do at a small party that you can’t do at a large party. I took the girls to Salta, a restaurant in our neighborhood, where the ambiance is great and the waitstaff are very patient.

I had the baby with me, too. I could not tip the waitstaff enough after the havoc she wreaked.

Honestly, it was an absolute delight to take these girls out to eat. They discussed all sorts of topics such as odd things they believed when they were little, the importance of siblings, and the place of dolls in our lives. It was enlightening just sitting and listening to them, even though I spent much of the time keeping Sagitta from stabbing our guests with her fork, dipping lettuce into my water glass, and planting herself face first in my cannelloni.

After lunch we stopped in a the toy store and picked up nine balloons. One for each year, and one for good luck. It’s a lot of fun to walk down the street with a giant balloon bouquet. Aquila was wished many a mazel tov.

We had to add weights to Aquila's legs to keep her from flying away.

We returned home, called up Cloud Man on Skype so he could participate, and brought out the cake.

HaYom Yom Huledet...

Here is the cake recipe. I made two changes; I add coffee instead of boiling water and I always freeze the cake before serving. I don’t know why freezing coalesces all the flavors into a more pleasing whole, but it makes a huge difference. Try it, you’ll see. And if you happen to know any food scientists, perhaps you can ask them why this is. Let me know what you find out.

After the cake, one of the girls had to go home, but the other remained and Savta read some books. Then the girls painted on glitter tattoos (Purim is coming!) while I had some Pungryu music playing in the background to maintain the relaxed atmosphere (follow that link; it’s worth a listen). Then when night fell we went outside and lit sparklers. The kids used them to paint designs on the darkness.

It was a very low-key birthday party, but it was exactly what was right for Aquila.

And then we hopped over to Beit HaGvinot to pick up some dinner. Nothing like a little brie to end a wonderful day.

Snow Day

Today it snowed, and snowed, and snowed.

Seoul is a very crowded city, and Sunday is everyone’s day off, so we stayed in until night fall.

The kids loved the snow. They threw snowballs at each other. Aquila didn’t always bother with a snowball, but would just pick up an armful of snow and throw it up in the air in a celebration of winter as she’s never seen it before.

Volucris built a fort, just like he’s dreamed of for years:

All that Calvin and Hobbes put ideas in his head.

The streets had been cleared by the time we got out, but they sought out the snow and they all enjoyed running through the snow, breathing in the cold, new air and listening to the crunching sound under their boots.

And then we got on the bus to Costco.
Which brings us on the subject of Kosher food in Korea. Considering how many Jews there are in Korea (estimated to be the 200 range, including all six of us), it’s amazing how much kosher food there is. There are imports. There is the Chabad House. And there is Costco.

On the other hand… there isn’t that much kosher food in Korea. Fruits and vegetables in winter are outrageously expensive (remind me to take you food shopping with me. You’ll be stunned). And of course you can get any grain, as long as it’s rice. Which is why I thought that buying an industrial size box of frozen Kirkland white flour waffles was a good idea. We don’t eat like this at home. Ever.

But we don’t play like this, either.

Duck.

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