Today is Havilah's sixth birthday!
I wrote several paragraphs last night that would have been especially loved by all true snaars fans, but blogger was having some problems and I lost it. Ah well.
The whole family has been terribly sick. Michelle and the girls succumbed before I did. Last Friday night I was practically delirious with fever and nausea. I hardly slept or ate all weekend. I am well enough to work today, but still weak.
We had a birthday party tonight for Havilah. Michelle baked two modest cakes. Havilah decorated one and Simcha decorated the other. After dinner we lit candles on them (on Simcha's too, so she wouldn't feel left out).
After they blew the candles out, we enjoyed cake. At one point Simcha's jaw was working, lips pulled back in a sort of mirthless grin, distant gaze in her eyes, thinking about something. Michelle hates it when they eat with their mouths open, but this was obviously not the standard careless chewing. "Simcha," Michelle asked, "is something wrong honey?"
Simcha's face lit up. "My teef is rainbow!" She showed us. And she was right. The sticky sweet cake icing was all over her teeth.
A little while later, and we started hyping up the birthday presents. Anyone have an idea what we got Havilah for her birthday?
Simcha pipes: "A pony! A pony! Oh. mommy a pony a pony a pony - mooooooommy, a-a-a-a-a pony, pony ..."
The presents have been opened and Havilah has some new clothes, and plastic jewelry from the dollar store.
Simcha leans over and points to the jewelry. "What is up with these rings," she asks, incredulously.
Oh, Simcha, do tell. Those rings are totally pretentious, aren't they?
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A pony? — how traditional! I didn't think kids wished for ponies anymore.
I wanted to add this exhange.
The other day Havilah (now 6yo) was complaining about her sister for about an hour. "Mommy, Simcha is doing this", "mommy Simcha is doing that" sort of stuff.
After a while Simcha (4.5 yo)could not stand it any longer and after the third complaint turned to her sister and said, without skipping a beat, "Havilah, you're such a drama queen!" This really bothered Havilah -but it was so funny to me all I could do was laugh.
-Michelle
Q: these two are girly girls, it's a fact. They like pink and frills and Barbie and ponies. And they want a baby brother so they can play with him and spoil him and hold him and admire him.
They're smart and creative and strong-willed like their mother, and oh man are they going to drive some young boys insane when they get older.
Michelle: that's hilarious! Simcha has her sister pegged. She may not know what "drama queen" means, but she knows perfectly to whom the phrase applies!
(I need to mark this day on the calendar - my wife posted a comment! I must be doing something right to deserve this honor.)
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