Big Brother Love

Both of the boys are fascinated with their baby sister after her second full day at home.
This morning Asher laid in bed cuddling with her for about 5 minutes. (awwww...)
She started fussing and I picked her up.
He sat straight up and held out both arms to hug her.
 My heart melted - I couldn't resist.  I handed her over.

This is what ensued.

More like an enthusiastic bicep curl.

Or a choke hold. But a loving choke hold.

Gotta start somewhere, right?

First Meeting

"Each friend represents a world in us,
a world possibly not born until they arrive,
and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."

~ Anais Nin

This Girl

From the very beginning of her story,
to her arrival here yesterday,

this girl, hours old, is a miracle.

In the 39 weeks that I carried her
and mere 36 hours since she has been born
her existence, and the story of her life (so far),
has richly grown the gratitude in my heart
intensified my sense of awe
and deepened my belief in the power of The Source of Life.

You will hear the whole story when, Gd willing, she recieves a name on April 29th.
For now, some scenes from her first hours on Earth:

After a causing Ima to hyperventilate with fear

scaring the BeJeezus out of everyone 

having a little bit of a difficult time with labor contractions, arriving on the scene by emergency C-section:

Meeting Ima (who only looked so calm because her face was numb from the anesthesia):


Bringing our incredible doula, Caroline, back into our lives:


Weighing in at exactly the same size as her big brother Asher at birth (minus the screaming):


Looking quite a bit like Rami:


Eskimo kissing a smitten Abba:


A rare moment sitting with Ima without yelling at her to EAT!  NOW!!!

Welcome to this world, sweet girl.  

We've been waiting for you, and we're so very grateful that you're here.

"What to Feed Your Child Every Day": A Lesson in Futility

I love Parents magazine.

No, really.  I do. 

I think it's fun to flip through it to see just which article will make me want to throw it against a wall this month.

Anyway.

This month they published a very helpful spread explaining what you should be feeding your little darling every day. 

You know, so they won't turn into sugar-crazed goblins, sociopaths, or, Gd forbid, average academic performers.

See how helpful this is?
 Especially the examples of the gorgeous dishes you're supposed to use to serve your little ones?

I made lunch for the boys today, keeping in mind this oh-so-helpful advice.  Let's take a look at which healthy, delicious, and appropriately-apportioned foods I chose for my darlings:


Now, let's see what they did with them:


Well, I suppose Parents magazine told me to feed my children these foods. 
Guess it's up to me to figure out how to get the boys to actually eat them.

(Thanks for another down-to-earth, non-preachy article, Parents!

Can't wait for you to make me feel guilty and inadequate in June's issue, too.)

Bedtime Shema

When Asher was an only, I used to hold and rock him during bedtime prayers.

Now that we sing prayers all together in the big boy room, 

we've had the boys tuck up in their own beds to sing their bedtime Shema.
Our custom had been for me to sit by Ashi's bedside and rub his back while I sing.

Rami would just lay in his own crib and listen. 

A couple of weeks ago, I started to scoot over to Rami's side of the room 

and stretch one of my fingers through the bars.

He always touches one of his tiny fingertips to mine, 

and, most of the time, giggles. 

A lot.

Oh, how I love these boys. 

Last-Minute Errand

Asher:  "Oh!  Ima?  Excuse me."
Ima:  "Yes, Asher?" 
 

Asher: "I forgot."
Ima:  "What did you forget?"
 

Asher:  "I want to go get a chocolate donut. At the donut store!"
Ima:  "Okay, Asher.  Let's go."*



Asher:  "Oh, okay.  Thanks, Ima."
Ima:  "You're welcome, baby."



*Sometimes, when your little boy asks to go to "the donut store," it's good to just say, "Okay," load everyone in the car, and go.  Not always, but sometimes.

Welcome Letter

Dear Abba and Ima,

Welcome to the terrible twos.

(I know that you think you've dealt with the "terrible twos" before.

But, having grown up with my big brother for nearly 17 months,

I can tell you that his easy compliance 
with concepts like "time-out" and "being polite"

mean that what you called "the terrible twos" was really just a bit of challenging behavior.)

That is, compared to what I'm about to dish out.

Prepare yourselves!

for unsolicited yelling,

wild mood swings, 

and temper tantrums that escalate from 0-60 in .7 seconds.

If all goes according to plan, by 2012 or so, I will have redeemed myself with some carefully-timed episodes of pure sweetness.

And remember - 
every time you keep your cool,

respond lovingly but firmly, 

and discipline me gently but consistently,

you're doing a great job.

Kisses,
Ram Ram

Rami's Favorite Passover Breakfast Recipe

Ingredients:
1 pc plain matzah
2 tbsp cream cheese
2 tbsp jelly
Fruity Pebbles to taste
Strawberries*

Have your Abba and Ima spread the matzah first with cream cheese, then with jelly. 
Then (and this is important!)
lick the jelly off the matzah,
making as big of a mess as possible. 

Then apply the Fruity Pebbles to the cream cheese to taste. 
(Don't forget to save a handful of cereal for side noshing.)


*We'll be ignoring the fresh strawberries completely, but it makes your Ima feel better if you have the option of eating them.  Also, while she's concentrating on cutting them up, you can probably get a pretty good jelly smear across your face, your shirt, or even in your hair.

Chag Sameach!

Who, Me?

Who, me?

Neglect my blog for TWO MONTHS?*

Oh, you're talking about me throwing 

all of our Passover "dishes" all over the floor?

Yeah, I'm doing that.  

And I'm not sorry.

*I, Leigh Ann, am responsible for that. And I am sorry. Project 365, the third trimester, and other craziness has been pulling me away from blogging for awhile. But I've already put together a new blog for when the chickpea arrives (www.2boychiksand1meidele.blogspot.com) and another, different blog is in the works - I'll share that address when it goes live.  Thanks for still following us after months on hiatus, whoever is out there!

It Might Not Look Like He's Playing Hide-and-Seek...

But he is.

Rami's never quite gotten "hide-and-seek."

When you say, "Where's Rami?"
he puts his hands, or his spoons, or his blankie, on the side of his head.
Or the top.

He thinks you can't see him,

and he likes to watch your face while you "search" for him.

He pulls the hidey-things away from his face with such delighted flair,
the seeker is so charmed,
and Rami gives such a nice hearty laugh,
that it doesn't really matter if he knows exactly how to play the game.

Plus, that crooked smile is to die for.

Injustice

Rami stole Asher's fork at breakfast this morning.

The injustice was so horrific
that even when David got Rami a new fork,
and returned Asher's to him,
the outcry continued.

In a Clinton-esque move, David extended a treaty of extra syrup for the waffles.

It didn't help.

As for me? I just kept snapping pictures.

After all, such incomprehensible injustice really must be documented.

You know, for the greater good and all.

30/365 - "Love-and-Kiss Fest"

When Rami woke up from his Shabbat morning nap,

he was in need of a good snuggle.

I was still napping, so David slid him in next to me for some hugs.

Rami is NEVER happier than when he's cuddling with his Ima.

Pretty soon, our quiet snuggle turned into a love-and-kiss fest,

with Rami cooing, "Ima!" every time I kissed his face.

Just like the good old days,

except now he says my name.

(Oh, how I adore this boy.)

Flour + Water + Yeast + Butter + Sugar = Shabbat Morning Love

Parenting Lessons Learned Early:

The way to a boy's heart

is through

his stomach.

28/365 - Who Needs Toys?

Who needs toys

when you have belts, scarves, and ties?

Ashi and Rami have invented a little game:
Ashi grabs a blankie, scarf, or in this case, Abba's belt.
Rami grabs on to the end.

Ashi runs.
Rami gets pulled along till he falls down.
Rami gives a big belly laugh, picks himself up, and the game starts again.

Given that it involves running ripshot with otherwise grown-up objects,

plus the obligatory roughhousing,

and adds in, of course, belly laughs,

it is an awesome, awesome game.

24/365 - Tackle!

24/365 - Tackle!
Originally uploaded by Leigh Ann Kopans

The boys are starting to play together more and more.

I think it was David who taught the boys to tackle one another.

Rami, (I assume due to his smaller size and slower speed,)

has developed a pretty good strategy for tackling his big brother -

grab onto his clothes,

hold on for dear life,

and hope he falls down before you do.

The spikes running down the back of Asher's dinosaur costume made perfect little handles.

Asher didn't stand a chance.

Normally, the tackle-ee has a look of horror and despair on his face (like in this shot,)

while the tackle-er wears an expression of total glee.

Today, they both seemed delighted to be playing the game.

23/365 - On the Shabbat Agenda:

23/365 - On the Shabbat Agenda:
Originally uploaded by Leigh Ann Kopans

1 - Sit around in the living room.
2 - Hug and kiss my babies.

So glad we made time for THAT.

Lunchtime Lessons

David: "Asher, where did all your blueberries go?"

(Asher looks guilty.)

(Asher not-so-stealthily shoves another blueberry into his pocket.)

David: "Ashi, food goes in our...."

Asher: "...mouth."

David: "...not in our..."

Asher: "...pockets."

(Asher grins.)

1/365 - "Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear..."

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,
Your head like the golden-rod,
And we will go sailing away from here
To the beautiful Land of Nod.
Away from life's hurry, and flurry, and worry,
Away from earth's shadows and gloom,
To a world of fair weather we'll float off together,
Where roses are always in bloom.

Just shut up your eyes, and fold your hands,
Your hands like the leaves of a rose,
And we will go sailing to those fair lands
That never an atlas shows.
On the North and the West they are bounded by rest,
On the South and the East, by dreams;
'Tis the country ideal, where nothing is real,
But everything only seems.

Just drop down the curtains of your dear eyes,
Those eyes like a bright blue-bell,
And we will sail out under starlit skies,
To the land where the fairies dwell.

Down the river of sleep, our barque shall sweep,
Till it reaches that mystical Isle
Which no man hath seen, but where all have been,
And there we will pause awhile.
I will croon you a song as we float along,
To that shore that is blessed of God,
Then, ho! for that fair land, we're off for that rare land,
That beautiful Land of Nod.

~"The Beautiful Land of Nod"

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox