I think I mentioned that L is allowed to make her own Chai tea and it makes her feel like such an adult. You should see her sitting at the table, wearing her robe, reading her book, and drinking her tea. She's already an old lady. I found this recipe for Chai Brown Sugar cookies, so we made those today. They're very good, although if you don't like Chai tea maybe you wouldn't like them. This was not a problem for us.
Yesterday both A and I had to work, so Karen was kind enough to watch my kids AND totally exhaust them. I had given them a near continuous lecture in the previous twenty-four hours of "I have this new job and there will be times I'll need to ask Aunt Karen to watch you, so you MUST MUST MUST be on your VERY BEST BEHAVIOR and be kind and helpful and polite so that when I ask her the next time, she doesn't think 'NO WAY IN HELL', okay? OKAY?"
I picked them up to a good report, so no one had to spend the night in the Box of Shame and as a bonus, they were wiped out. Nothing like ten hours with friends to make them scarf down dinner and collapse into bed without complaint. L didn't even want a book and fell asleep (at 7:15! A full hour ahead of schedule!) while I was reading to C.
A found an Indigo Girls Christmas album that I must have bought out of habit and never listened to until this year. (Oh! When I found that link, Amazon was kind enough to tell me that I ordered it in 2010.) We listened to it and it's all very good, but the girls have been listening and dancing to Happy Joyous Hanakkuh practically nonstop. I asked Persephone if it was a traditional Jewish song at all (minus the IG, of course) and she said no. It's catchy, though!
We got The Incredibles for Christmas and I actually TEARED UP at two parts. (SPOILERS!) The part where Elastigirl is panicking as the missiles close in on the plane where she and her kids are and then she saves them (sob) and at the end, when Syndrome has Jack-Jack, it all looks lost, and she turns to her husband and says, "Throw me, Bob. Throw ME!" (SOB) Motherhood, man.
Woody Guthrie wrote it. I love it.
Posted by: liz | January 07, 2013 at 02:10 PM