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Be It Ever So Humble

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.


In Flight.

You know what happens when you help them raise their wings?

They fly away.

I really should have seen this coming. We’ve been planning this trip for months, yet seeing Volucris hop into Benny’s taxi with his suitcase behind him still left me stunned. Volucris is going with his grandparents to see family in the USA. He’ll be away for two and a half weeks. I’m really happy for him (and for all the cousins waiting to see him on the other side of the ocean). But those of us still left here miss him terribly already.

Our morning was spent sitting and moping (“But who will play piano with me?” was but one of the laments. The way some people here carried on you’d think we’d accidentally indentured him to pirates and wouldn’t see him again until he was twenty-one).

By afternoon, we were slowly having fun again.

Aquila and Lyra were prepping playsilks for dye, and Sagitta was deeply involved with the dishes in the sink.

I won’t bore you with a tutorial on how to dye your own playsilks, as a simple google search will turn up a bijillion of them, but the basic idea is white square silk scarves + food coloring + vinegar + heat = totally awesome open-ended (and colorfast) toy.

The whole process is lots of fun and very easy.

The scarves dry fast once they are dyed, and the pink one was a headscarf, a blanket, a tallit, royal robes, wings, and a field of flowers within a few minutes of play. It was dizzying, really.

The girls fell in love with this one because it looks like the sky with clouds.

It’s a shame Volucris wasn’t here, though. He’d have turned them all into tanks within seconds.

I do miss that kid.


Volucris took a nap this afternoon, and woke up with a bigger jaw. Also, he couldn’t walk for about two hours afterward because his brain hadn’t gotten the memo that his legs were now a good centimeter longer. This isn’t the first time this has happened, either.

It's like watching the movie Big in slow motion.

The funny smell coming from his room, however, is this:

It's still under construction.

An interest in World War Two became an interest in period military technology became an interest in modern military technology became an interest in modeling. I’m just going to have to get used to odor of modeling cement wafting out of Volucris’s room.

He’s a decent shot, too. He went to the firing range recently, and came back with this:

Not bad for his first time out.


But you know something? When I look at him, I still see this:


B-L- I don’t know, either.

On the way home today Julie Brown’s song “Cause I’m a Blonde” popped into my head.

Do you remember this one? It’s one of the best satire songs of the 80’s, the greatness of Weird Al Yankovic notwithstanding. I found it on youtube and watched it, highly amused (“I’m a freshman in my fourth year at UCLA and my goal is to become a veterinarian ’cause I love children”). Volucris, however, would not watch it because he found it immodest, and then when I pulled up the lyrics for him to read he found them offensive, as they made fun of a group of people based only on their appearance.

I don’t know if this means that I did a good job raising him or not.

Here, you decide.

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.

Breaking News!

This may not be an earthquake, tsunami, or revolution in anyone else’s world, but it sure is in mine.

Volucris is visibly taller than me.


Dudes, I’m freaking out.

Don't tell the UN. They'll pass a resolution about anything these days.

I always knew this would happen. I just never fully believed that it could.

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.

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