Brushing

We typically end our nights by washing toothpaste out of Lola's hair. In her defense, whoever thought to assign the same verb to what you do with a both a toothbrush AND a hairbrush was just asking for trouble.


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Two Peas in a Pod

Nephews! I have two of them.  Please allow me introduce Samuel Drew Habif and Jacob Saul Habif.  Please notice their little linked arms in the second picture and comment aloud that it is just the cutest darn thing you've ever seen.

And if you needed further proof . . .

Today she said "matzah."
I swear.

Lay WHERE to dry?

I have several blouses that have a laundry tag which tells me to "lay flat to dry". Where do these laundry tag writers think I live?? The way I see it, you can't lay wet clothes on the carpet or else you'll have wet carpet and moldy clothes. The floor is out of the question since that would really defeat the purpose of washing the clothes to begin with. That leaves the dining room table (reserved for my tutoring), the kitchen table (reserved for collection and storage of mail), and the top of the washing machine (which is large enough for exactly one of the six wet shirts). Am I missing something? Surely I can't be the only person without a large, clean, solid, dry surface in my house.

Mathematics

Sorry.   Thirteen pounds of babies.  Not eleven. 
And I was hoping they'd get their math skills from Aunt Lauren. 

My sister-in-law, the hero

In full disclosure - BOTH of my sister-in-laws are heroes in my book. But this post is specifically about my brother's wife, who has managed to carry TWINS full-term with no complications. Which is, in and of itself, pretty amazing. But here's the kicker. 2 nights ago when I asked how she was feeling she responded, "Great, I feel like I could be pregnant for another 5 months."
WHAT?!?

I had a pretty easy pregnancy myself. No major complications and I certainly wasn't miserable towards the end. HOWEVER, in the ninth month, I was done. Done with the waddling; done with getting out of breath from walking up stairs; done with the ever-expanding spider vein that was taking over my left leg; done with having to pull over at fast food restaurants to pee because I couldn't hold it for the 10-minute commute home from work. Done.

And here's Julie, looking gorgeous as ever, with FOUR limbs poking her in the sides and over THIRTEEN POUNDS of babies inside of her . . . and she says she could do 5 more months. She is a super pregnant woman, and she will be a super mom. In less than 48 hours (most likely). Baby A and Baby B - I cannot wait to meet you!

sheyna meydele

My little yiddish baby says "oy-oyoy"

Lolavision

Demonstrating her skills on the Dinosaur that Great-Grammy and Big Poppy gave to her. Also . . . listen carefully and you'll hear her favorite word, "uh oh."

Steps - evidence!

STEPS!

Yesterday Lola took her first steps!  She was seeming much more stable on her feet when I set her down to play so I got her standing on the hardwoods and slowly let go (imagine a very intense game of Jenga).  Once she was standing, I stood a few feet in front of her and she step, step, stepped into my arms.  She has done the thing where she sort of falls forward in the past - this was different - this was definitely steps :)  I know everyone says that once they start walking your whole world changes. . . but it is a pretty exciting milestone nonetheless.

Marital Bliss

Husband = Amazing


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Pathetically adorable

Lola-bean seems to have come down with a bug.  She had a pretty high fever yesterday and is clearly still fighting off whatever it is today.  While we hate that she's under the weather, we can't help but secretly enjoy that she is much more affectionate and cuddly when she doesn't feel well.  As she is not a big hugger traditionally (wonder where she gets that from?) it is so sweet to have her snuggle up to us and bury her head in our necks and chests.  Sweet, pure, love.  With a extra dose of motrin. 

Reminiscing

The public bathroom at Lola's daycare smells EXACTLY like the bathrooms at the Epstein School. A year ago I could never have recalled what the Epstein bathrooms smelled like (I don't think I've stepped foot in the building since 1998). For that matter, I still can't describe it. All I know is that every time I have to use the bathroom at daycare that smell comes rushing back to me. It may be the cinder block walls, or the industrial paint, or a certain combination of cleaners and old-building-smell.  But there I am; in Hebrew School.  The problem is - no one in Greenville can confirm the smell.  So my message is this:  Mindy - get your butt to Greenville so I can prove I'm not crazy.