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This is how Lyra gets her summer on.

At Steves’ Salon, of course.



It’s June and my hands are sticky with hair gel. This can only mean one thing: dance recital season.

There’s nothing like watching a flutter of little ballerinas cavorting on a stage. Lyra, of course, is the least little one.

I'll only worry if she gets in the habit of beginning sentences with the words "fee fie foe fum".

When we entered the class for the first lesson the teacher tried to explain to me that this was the kindergarten group. When she realized that by age, Lyra was in the correct room, the teacher looked up and down my 5 foot, 5.5 inch frame and asked, “so, where are the tall genes in the family?”. Fortunately, Lyra doesn’t think too much about being a half a head taller than the really tall girls, or that she towers over her more moderately sized classmates. She’s just there to dance.

And does she dance.

With her whole heart.

Next year she moves up to the first grade classes with their black leotards and chiffon skirts.

Portrait of the Ballerina as a Young Woman.

I’m enjoying the pink while it lasts.

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.


That's "Princess Fang" to you.

Tu B’Shvat

Six years ago today according to the Jewish calendar, Lyra was born on the bathing room floor. The next morning, we planted a tree with her placenta in our backyard.

You know, that sounds weird even to me.

At any rate, today we celebrated her sixth birthday.

We made balloon decorations.







This came from a kit we bought at Linko-s, the office superstore. I think I might get a few to take home.

We baked a cake.

Candy decorations provided by Aunt Kira.









This was not as easy as you think it was. I began with my favorite white cake recipe.

Only I didn’t have corn starch. Or baking soda. Or sour cream. No problem, I found potato starch and baking powder at Chabad, and substituted cream that I brought with me to make icing. I didn’t have vanilla, so I substituted chopped up candy bars. And then I baked it in the combination microwave/convection oven we have here.

It worked. It doesn’t look like much, but it tasted pretty good.

We gave tzedakkah… but first we had to make a tzadakkah box. (Go ahead, guess where our guests were from). And we played with glow sticks.











Cloud Man brought out the cake,

"HaYom Yom Huledet..."









and Sagitta took my marshmallow.







In honor of Tu B’shvat, our guests brought dates.

This was after we had a few.









We pretended they weren’t the Dole brand. Seoul isn’t well known for its dates.

And how was your Tu B’Shvat?


This is what six looks like:

Missing front tooth and all.



















Lyra wore her hanbok to celebrate. She calls it her Korean Princess Dress.

The height of Korean fashion, circa 1450 CE



















We invited some children we’ve befriended to a birthday party in our apartment. Moments before they arrived, so did housekeeping (yes, daily housekeeping. I can seriously get used to living like this).

Usually the housekeeping woman is very differential. She is friendly, but her preference is to act invisible. That is, until she saw Lyra in her hanbok. She got all excited, pulled out her cell phone (is this a good time to mention that her cell phone is light years more advanced than mine? Okay, so I’ve refused a new cell phone for years, but still. Koreans take their technology very seriously.) The housekeeping woman asked me if she could photograph Lyra! Of course I agreed. So if you frequent any Korean websites and you see a photo of Lyra dressed like this, now you know how it got there. What I’ve learned in the past week is this: show any interest or respect for Korean language or culture, and the people here adore you for it. “Kamsamnida” goes a long way, not just because you are saying thank you, but because you’ve bothered to learn the Korean word for it.

This is the same housekeeping woman who owns all our dishes, but that’s a different story.

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