Things Kids Universally Love #63

Whether it's a rocket ship or hot air balloon,

tugboat or dumptruck,

fighter jet or submarine,

beauty shop chair or bathtub,

decked-out castle,

or deep, dark, scary cave,

2009 or 1985,

Kids

Love

Moving Boxes.

(So, why do we buy them all those other junky toys?)

On Daddies and Abbas

A while ago, after collecting the boys from school,

Asher demanded, "Go see Daddy!"

(Now, we have never been "Mommy" and "Daddy" to the boys -

our names are "Ima" and "Abba" around here.)

So, I bent down and asked him,

"Asher, what is your Daddy's name?"

With earnest, he looked into my eyes and replied, "David."

Surprised by that common parental feeling of combined shock, amusement, and pride,

I attempted to hold in my laughter and tried again.

"Asher, what do we call the daddy in our family?"

I saw a small spark of recognition flicker across his eyes. Smiling proudly, Asher exclaimed, "David KOPANS!"

~~~~~

Fast forward to 3:00 this morning.

A small boy cried out for rescue

from the throes of a nightmare,

"DADDY!!!"

He was retrieved from the dark scariness

and deposited in the big bed.

As he snuggled next to me,

I whispered,

"Asher, what's your daddy's name?"

He snuggled back and sleepily replied,

"Abba."

Probably that's why I let him sleep like this for the rest of the night,

leaving me about 6 inches of mattress and a horrible backache.

It's a good thing he's worth it.

Sukkot, or "That Holiday with the Huts" (5770)

Sukkot is one of those holidays that, at face value, it doesn't make much sense for Jews to have.

For a week every autumn,
we are commanded to build and "dwell in" temporary structures called sukkot.
(Lev. 23:42-43)

Which probably made lots of sense for a bunch of Israelites who had been building pyramids their whole lives.
A little hut? No sweat.
For us? Let's just say it's a bit more of a challenge.

But the Ancient Israelites also didn't have power drills, staple guns, folding tables, or LED twinkle lights.
So it pretty much evens out, I'd say.

Happily, our family sukkah is both fab and pre-fab (by Sabba.) We just drag it out, put up the cornstalk roof, decorate, sit, and eat. Mmmm.

Challah from the Source


Gorgeous Cholent (if I do say so myself)


Post-lunch Adventure (read: hole digging) with Rivky


A Quick Photo Shoot for Posterity


And, just like last year, an exhausted Asher crashed at 5:30 PM.


Chag Sukkot Sameach - Happy Sukkot!


*Also, just so you know, the High Holidays (AKA the most insane time of my year) are now coming to an end. You should be hearing from us much more regularly from this point.