Adventures of Motherhood

I am a harried mother of three kids who move at light speed and a husband who lives in a world of words. If that isn't enough, I teach in an elementary school as I slowly watch my hair turn gray.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Kids are so lucky they are so cute!

My kids are so lucky that they are cute. I really believe that G-d makes them that way so their parents will look at them and say "oh, their so cute!" and don't harm them. I don't know what's with my kids lately. Maybe it's the change in the weather. But it's worse than usual. They are constantly fighting, nothing I do makes them happy and I think I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Okay, not quite on the verge, just at the exit ramp! :)

Then they do something and you just have to smile and say "Oh they're so cute!"

Noah is presently wrapped up in three fuzzy blankets. I think the only things he can move are his toes and his eyes. I watched as he spread out all three blankets on the floor and began to roll himself up like a sausage in a blanket (no pun inteneded). When he ran out of one blanket he started a next one until he ended up in the middle of the livingroom unable to move, crying for help.

What does a good mommy do? She grabs her digital camera of course. She takes a picture and puts it on her blog. Then she unrolls the helpless boy, who promptly does it all over again.

Your turn: What do you do when your kids are fighting and getting out of control? I turn off the tv and they just turn it back on. I struggle and carry them to their rooms and 2 seconds later the're downstairs again. We are actually thinking of giving up cable, but then I feel we're being punished. Do you have any suggestions!?

On another note, I want to thank my guest writer, my lovely husband, Carmi for filling in for me. I am feeling better. Thanks to all of you for your good wishes.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

AoM's first guest entry

Hi everyone. My name is Carmi. You might remember me from such public service films as Wash Your Bicycle Often So It Doesn't Hate You, and Lightning Makes a Fun Playmate.

My most important role, however, is MorahMommy's husband. She's had an icky cold for the past week, and has asked me to let you know she's sorry she's been a relative stranger of late. She really wants to post something new, but she's feeling too under the weather to do so. She hopes to be back in the blogging groove soon, and hopes you all won't forget her.

In the meantime, I'm going to wrap this up and shoo her off to bed. My mother taught me that sleep is a good thing when you're sick. Come to think of it, it's always a good thing.

Feel better, my sweet.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Rosh Hashanah (Jewish New Year)

I'm taking a little break from preparing food (what else does a Jewish mother do?! :>)for Rosh Hashanah. I just put the last of 4 round challahs egg bread) into the freezer. I love seeing the freezer overflowing with cooked food. Is that a mother thing?

It always amazes me when I look at the challahs. I can't believe I made them. Now of course, most of the work comes from the bread machine, but then I'm the one who rolls them out and shapes. They don't look as good as what you get in the bakery but they taste amazing and there's something about them (knowing they've been made by hand) that just makes them sweeter. We eat round challahs at Rosh Hashanah to remind us of the circular cycle of the Jewish year and the beginning and the end are connected. When we reach the end of of year, it starts all over again.

On Rosh Hashanah we also eat sweet things like apples and honey because we wish for a good and sweet year.

We say Shana Tovah; Happy New Year.

Whether you celebrate Rosh Hashanah or not not; may the coming year be sweet and be filled with good health and happiness. I wish for you to be surrounded by people that you love and your homes filled with laughter.

Shana Tovah!

This is a picture of one of the round challahs that I made and is now resting in the freezer, safe from little munchkins who want to know when they can have a piece!