OMG!!
Who's the doll and who' the child?
Going out with Saba and Savta
My twins have twins!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Purim at Saba and Savta's
OMG!!
Who's the doll and who' the child?
Going out with Saba and Savta
My twins have twins!
Fun with the grandparents!
In their new princess constumes
Bracha pooped from all the fun
Yes, folks, alert the press: Bracha eats!
Wheeeeee!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Purim!!
I know I owe you guys so many updates. I haven't had a working camera for months now so that's kept me from uploading pictures, and frankly since my uncle died I felt a loss of the sense of urgency to update so often, but I know that's unfair to all you relatives that are still alive and kicking so tonight I'll update a bunch of pictures from my in-laws' camera.
Meanwhile, let me share my thoughts with you. Tonight is Purim, my new favorite holiday. It used to be Chanukka, which I still adore, but two years ago tomorrow was the day Bracha came home from the hospital. She was the best mishloach manot I ever got, and no day in my life beats the day I got to hold my two babies for the first time. Not my wedding, not their birth, only the day I finally became a true mother to both of my children.
Two years ago today, Purim n the rest of the world but not in Jerusalem, Shawn and I spent the entire day in the hospital, feeding Bracha each of her bottles, all of which she miraculously drank. Then we came home to Eliana for the night, went to megilla reading the next morning and received a phone call right after saying we could come pick up our child. Joy!! We quickly put together a coming home outfit for her, put the car seat in the car, packed one hell of a mishloach manot for the NICU nurses, and headed off to the hospital. There I dressed Bracha in her ridiculously large, ridiculously pink outfit and brought my baby home. I walked strait to Eliana and for the first time in my life I held both of my babies in my arms, together. Shawn had his turn next. We were both so tired, so worn. Three weeks of daily trips to the NICU at the other end of the city, all with another newborn at home and me post-op, had taken its toll. Of course, the next two months were certainly hard, too, but I would do it all again in a heartbeat just to have my family united the way it should be.
Enjoy the flashback:
Getting Bracha dressed to come home
Shawn's first time holding both girls
My and Bracha together at home
Our first family photo (I warned you were were all exhausted, right?)
And now, a little flash forward two years to the wonderful toddler that little babe has become:
Meanwhile, let me share my thoughts with you. Tonight is Purim, my new favorite holiday. It used to be Chanukka, which I still adore, but two years ago tomorrow was the day Bracha came home from the hospital. She was the best mishloach manot I ever got, and no day in my life beats the day I got to hold my two babies for the first time. Not my wedding, not their birth, only the day I finally became a true mother to both of my children.
Two years ago today, Purim n the rest of the world but not in Jerusalem, Shawn and I spent the entire day in the hospital, feeding Bracha each of her bottles, all of which she miraculously drank. Then we came home to Eliana for the night, went to megilla reading the next morning and received a phone call right after saying we could come pick up our child. Joy!! We quickly put together a coming home outfit for her, put the car seat in the car, packed one hell of a mishloach manot for the NICU nurses, and headed off to the hospital. There I dressed Bracha in her ridiculously large, ridiculously pink outfit and brought my baby home. I walked strait to Eliana and for the first time in my life I held both of my babies in my arms, together. Shawn had his turn next. We were both so tired, so worn. Three weeks of daily trips to the NICU at the other end of the city, all with another newborn at home and me post-op, had taken its toll. Of course, the next two months were certainly hard, too, but I would do it all again in a heartbeat just to have my family united the way it should be.
Enjoy the flashback:
Getting Bracha dressed to come home
Shawn's first time holding both girls
My and Bracha together at home
Our first family photo (I warned you were were all exhausted, right?)
And now, a little flash forward two years to the wonderful toddler that little babe has become:
Friday, February 18, 2011
We're two!
Today was the girls' second birthday party! Friends and family came together for a fun celebration and, of course, cake! Here are a few pictures. Unfortunately, our camera was not working so all we have is what Uncle Joey took.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Arts and crafts
Dearest Eliana,
One day I will tell you about how you used to bring me every single one of your crayons, of which there are a couple hundred I think, and insist that I 'open' them. I have no idea where you got the idea that the paper is supposed to come off the crayons entirely before you use them, but right now the floor is littered with paper bits and you spend more time peeling the paper off, or begging me to do it, than you actually spend coloring. But hey, if it makes you happy...
Love,
Ima
PS-Bracha, please stop drawing all over your chin with markers. Thank you.
One day I will tell you about how you used to bring me every single one of your crayons, of which there are a couple hundred I think, and insist that I 'open' them. I have no idea where you got the idea that the paper is supposed to come off the crayons entirely before you use them, but right now the floor is littered with paper bits and you spend more time peeling the paper off, or begging me to do it, than you actually spend coloring. But hey, if it makes you happy...
Love,
Ima
PS-Bracha, please stop drawing all over your chin with markers. Thank you.
It's all about the hat
These are pictures of the girls from last year wearing hats knitted for them by an incredibly kind, generous friend. Unfortunately, I am more of the sucky friend variety because I forgot to post this pictures and share my gratitude. So, better late than never, right??
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Wow am I behind!
I feel bad I haven't posted anything for so long. We've been so busy with life, I haven't been taking many pictures or videos. My sister-in-law has tons of pictures and movies of the girls which I would be happy to share with you all if she'd only send them to me (HINT HINT Esther!!).
In other news, two weeks ago my Uncle Mark died of pancreatic cancer. We took the girls to visit him back in September (the pictures were blogged). We were able to Skype with him the day he died and, while he was unable to see us, he was able to hear us, including the girls saying 'hi' and 'bye.'
Bracha and Eliana are growing beautifully. They're complete toddlers, well on their way into their "terrible twos" which is squared I guess since, well, there's two of them. Right now I think they're teething their final molars which is going to be a long, painful, and sleepless process. Ironically, it's happening at the same time as I am suffering pain and sleeplessness due to recently getting my wisdom teeth out.
Yesterday morning I called my mother to tell her someone traveled back in time by seventeen years, took my brother and deposited him, in the present, on my living-room floor. Eli looked JUST like a little Joey yesterday morning, laying on her back and smiling at me while I tickled her tummy.
Let's see, what can I say about them. They talk, a lot. Eliana will repeat anything you ask her to. She has words for everything that matters, like aba, ama (ima), sisser (sister), ahh doh (all done), and, of course, nooooooooo (she is two, after all...well, just about). Bracha talks less but loves saying aba (which to her means aba and saba and even ima, any any old man on the street but in those cases I'm pretty sure it's just a case of mistaken identity), upiya (upsidaisy), dirry (dirty), and aya, which is what she calls Eli. Both girls are great at saying hi, bye, savta, shoes, sock, and yah.
They're off milk. I know we were late at it but that God it'd finally done. They'll have the occasional shoko (chocolate milk) but no more milk bottles. They're welcome to drink milk from cups if they like but the don't want to. They still get water in a bottle at bed time because it really soothes them and with two I sometimes need to just give in to something if it shuts them up.
Oh, and I forgot another one of their favorites words: Elmo!
In other news, two weeks ago my Uncle Mark died of pancreatic cancer. We took the girls to visit him back in September (the pictures were blogged). We were able to Skype with him the day he died and, while he was unable to see us, he was able to hear us, including the girls saying 'hi' and 'bye.'
Bracha and Eliana are growing beautifully. They're complete toddlers, well on their way into their "terrible twos" which is squared I guess since, well, there's two of them. Right now I think they're teething their final molars which is going to be a long, painful, and sleepless process. Ironically, it's happening at the same time as I am suffering pain and sleeplessness due to recently getting my wisdom teeth out.
Yesterday morning I called my mother to tell her someone traveled back in time by seventeen years, took my brother and deposited him, in the present, on my living-room floor. Eli looked JUST like a little Joey yesterday morning, laying on her back and smiling at me while I tickled her tummy.
Let's see, what can I say about them. They talk, a lot. Eliana will repeat anything you ask her to. She has words for everything that matters, like aba, ama (ima), sisser (sister), ahh doh (all done), and, of course, nooooooooo (she is two, after all...well, just about). Bracha talks less but loves saying aba (which to her means aba and saba and even ima, any any old man on the street but in those cases I'm pretty sure it's just a case of mistaken identity), upiya (upsidaisy), dirry (dirty), and aya, which is what she calls Eli. Both girls are great at saying hi, bye, savta, shoes, sock, and yah.
They're off milk. I know we were late at it but that God it'd finally done. They'll have the occasional shoko (chocolate milk) but no more milk bottles. They're welcome to drink milk from cups if they like but the don't want to. They still get water in a bottle at bed time because it really soothes them and with two I sometimes need to just give in to something if it shuts them up.
Oh, and I forgot another one of their favorites words: Elmo!
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