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I had a lot to say this week, but I'm so roly poly after our Passover seder that it's all fled me.
I said to Adam: We had some conversation this week that I wanted to blog.
Adam: What was it?
Me: I don't remember. I just remember wanting to blog it but I was too busy to do it.
Adam: I'm not sure what it was.
Me: Hmmm. Maybe it wasn't a conversation with you. Maybe it was a conversation with Doodles. Well, it was either you or Doodles.
Adam: That's not saying much for our conversations.
True. But I still can't remember. We got back from our South Beach vacation on Sunday and coming home was a real downer. We had so much fun with Rachel, Max, and Lily and Milo's bar mitzvah was fabulous. We got to meet tiny little Helena (although I need to point out once again that tiny little Helena's mom WOKE UP my sleeping child; I give her benefit of the doubt, as her daughter was a mere two weeks old at the time, but you can sure as hell bet when I return to Miami, I'll be sure to wake up her sleeping child and she can see how nice that is for everyone). Doodles went bowling for the first time. Sweetie Pie just smiled and looked gorgeous for everyone. The weather was perfect. The Tweedle Twins were in fine form. And we came home to dreary weather, looming work deadlines, and mere days to prepare our house for Passover and our seder for eight adults, five toddlers, and one Sweetie Pie.
Passover seder was a success, if you can call four out of five toddlers turning mutinous fifteen minutes into the haggadah a success. But, hey, I think that's thirteen minutes longer than they made it last year. Doodles recited one of the four questions (with prompting) and Sweetie Pie discovered that she loves matzoh balls (food #47 that she eats and Doodles won't touch). In the middle of the crowded room, at one point, Doodles did demand that his father play baseball with him (uh, didn't happen). Too much food. Sweetie Pie did remarkably well, especially considering that she has her very first ear infection. But the girl loves a crowd and she worked the room.
And now poor Adam is trapped in bed with Sweetie Pie--who still won't sleep on her own--so I can blog for you people. Time for me to go relieve him and relax a little, knowing I don't have to have a sit-down dinner like this for a whole 'nother year.
I said to Adam: We had some conversation this week that I wanted to blog.
Adam: What was it?
Me: I don't remember. I just remember wanting to blog it but I was too busy to do it.
Adam: I'm not sure what it was.
Me: Hmmm. Maybe it wasn't a conversation with you. Maybe it was a conversation with Doodles. Well, it was either you or Doodles.
Adam: That's not saying much for our conversations.
True. But I still can't remember. We got back from our South Beach vacation on Sunday and coming home was a real downer. We had so much fun with Rachel, Max, and Lily and Milo's bar mitzvah was fabulous. We got to meet tiny little Helena (although I need to point out once again that tiny little Helena's mom WOKE UP my sleeping child; I give her benefit of the doubt, as her daughter was a mere two weeks old at the time, but you can sure as hell bet when I return to Miami, I'll be sure to wake up her sleeping child and she can see how nice that is for everyone). Doodles went bowling for the first time. Sweetie Pie just smiled and looked gorgeous for everyone. The weather was perfect. The Tweedle Twins were in fine form. And we came home to dreary weather, looming work deadlines, and mere days to prepare our house for Passover and our seder for eight adults, five toddlers, and one Sweetie Pie.
Passover seder was a success, if you can call four out of five toddlers turning mutinous fifteen minutes into the haggadah a success. But, hey, I think that's thirteen minutes longer than they made it last year. Doodles recited one of the four questions (with prompting) and Sweetie Pie discovered that she loves matzoh balls (food #47 that she eats and Doodles won't touch). In the middle of the crowded room, at one point, Doodles did demand that his father play baseball with him (uh, didn't happen). Too much food. Sweetie Pie did remarkably well, especially considering that she has her very first ear infection. But the girl loves a crowd and she worked the room.
And now poor Adam is trapped in bed with Sweetie Pie--who still won't sleep on her own--so I can blog for you people. Time for me to go relieve him and relax a little, knowing I don't have to have a sit-down dinner like this for a whole 'nother year.
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