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Toddler Philosophy

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.

My First Braid

I ran this picture past the Raising Wings Censorship Committee to make sure that there wasn't so much skin showing that this photo might cause embarrassment when Sagitta is older. Oh, and that's a teething biscuit she's eating. Sagitta has new molars coming in and I'm her favorite teether. Redirection works, except for when it doesn't.

Close-up:

Yes, this is another valiant attempt on my part to keep hair out of Sagitta's face without resorting to scissors. Also, a braid looks very cute in wispy baby hair.

One and a half.

Today was Sagitta’s half birthday. She celebrated by exploring everything she could get her little toddler hands on, and by expanding her horizons.

Yes, this one scares me, too, but I don't let on. If I panic, she panics, and then bad things happen.

It’s very hard to be a toddler. I try to be a conscientious mother and talk to her about what’s going on and include her and have her help me around the house (and it’s lovely to have her help loading the washing machine). But the more she (rightly!) explores, the more everyone around her seems to start every sentence with “No”.

No, you can’t play with the laundry detergent.
No, you can’t knock that glass onto the floor, and how did you get hold of that, anyway?!
No, butter is not a main dish.
No, not on Eema’s laptop!
No, No, No, Get down from there! No, No, the baby is WHERE?! No, No, Dangerous, Hot, No, No, No.

We try to keep a lot of the No objects out of reach, so Sagitta just figures out a new way to reach them. And also, she’s become really irritable. No one can be thwarted that often without developing a bit of a chip on their little toddler shoulder.

In order to show their appreciation for Sagitta’s struggles as well as this milestone, the girls and Tigress decided to bake some cupcakes for her.

I did promise to tell you about Tigress. She has been living with us since right before Passover. She was studying Chinese Medicine when her school suddenly moved from Tel Aviv to our neighborhood. She needed a place to stay and we had the room. It's a real blessing having her with us, and only partially because of her excellent baking skills.

See what they did with the candles?

The slash is a toothpick.

Sagitta was very, very pleased.

She shows such wholehearted appreciation.

The leftover cupcakes are in the freezer. I am very pleased, too. Midnight snack, I hear you calling!

Oops, I did it again.

I missed that fever + red spots with white centers = chicken pox. For the fourth time.

In my defense, we were getting ready for Passover, Sagitta only had a mild case, and she was playing happily the whole time (if the kid can play, she’s just not that sick. This is a general principle). Granted, that’s pretty much what happened the other times, too. We diagnosed Volucris retroactively from a photograph when I found out that Lyra’s bug bites weren’t bug bites. Aquila’s case was only caught because Cloud Man noticed the red bump behind her ear the next day.

Once I put the pieces together, I took Sagitta to Dr. Shalev, who confirmed my suspicion. Of course, by then, she wasn’t contagious anymore.

Almost all better.

I am really, incredibly, thankfully glad that I was too caught up with Passover preparations to visit either of my friends who just gave birth. Sometimes, missing the forest for the trees actually does work in my favor.

42 European

Ever wonder what it’s like to be a 13 year old boy who is obsessed with military history, judo, and model building?

Sagitta will let you know after she’s walked 1.6 kilometers in his shoes.

See? They fit.

Tal-Mu-Deh… the Grown Up Version?

One of our friends in Korea has the Korean Talmud for Grown Ups. When he sends me more information, I will post.

In other news, we are getting ready for Pesach.


 
Do you think Sagitta grabbed the scissors in order to trim her bangs? I just can’t bring myself to cut her hair, even if she chronically pulls out every ponytail holder, clip and barrette I put in. On the one hand, it makes her look like a terrier and obscures her vision. On the other hand… I’m just not ready to cut it. Maybe there’s a clip I haven’t tried yet. And if I wait, eventually her hair will just catch behind her ears.

Comment if you have a suggestion, I’m willing to try anything. Except the obvious.

Beware the Breakfast Thief!

Please don’t leave your breakfast bowl at the edge of the kitchen counter.

Not if you expect to eat it yourself, anyway.

"Move along. There's nothing to see here."

Yes, that is a cornflake on Sagitta’s nose.

It landed there when she grabbed the bowl.

Though in general, she prefers to put Cheerios there.

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