Boys vs. Girls

So today my kids (well 2/4) decided to write recipes.

Guess which was written by a boy and which was written by a girl.


Elisha's recipes for Ice Cream Bread and Fruit Bread, respectively



Shana's Chocolate Chip Pie.


I must say that my kids are fabulous.

December 17th

Guess what happens on December 17th?

It's a very exiting day for Mr. Dovi.

He's getting his braces off!!!!

Huh? You ask. Didn't he just get them on last summer?

Why yes, he did get his uppers on over the course of last summer. A few brackets here, a few brackets there.

Then he got a tooth pulled this past summer to make a bit more room.

And let me tell you, those upper teeth look beautiful. Straight and perfect. Seriously amazing when we remember where he came from. I might ahve to ask the orthodontist for before and afters to show you all.

Well Dovi still doesn't have his bottom braces.

And he's not getting them.

We (and his wonderful orthodontist) have decided that the effort, pain, and frustration that will come along with the lower braces far, far, FAR outweighs the benefit that he would get from them. We'd have to pull at least three more teeth and put bands and brackets on every one of his teeth. Yikes. That would be absolutely terrifying.

So we're calling it.

Yes, he has an itty bitty crossbite.

Yes, one of his bottom teeth is not even-it's a bit behind the others.

Yes, it could be better.

But sometimes, you've gotta be happy with good enough.

And when Dovi smiles at you, his teeth look good enough. And good enough is good enough for us to not put Dovi through hours and hours of torture.

So on December 17th, Dovi's getting his braces off.

He is SO excited.

An addendum to the Obsession Confession

I can't believe I forgot this part!

I have introduced my daughter to the loveliness that is velour yoga pants.

I bought her a pair (where else than the Unique for $1) of black velour yoga pants.

Washed them.

Stuck them in her drawer.

She discovered them yesterday.

Ran up after school and changed out of her uniform skirt and into the velour yoga pants.

Happiest little clam ever. She couldn't get over how cozy she was.

She's soooooo my daughter.

Love her.

An Obsession Confession

My name is Sara.

And I am inappropriately obsessed with:

Hoodies

and

Velour Yoga Pants.

I cannot get enough of them.

Whenever I go to my favorite store (10 points, or a bottle of kechup, whichever your preference, to the first person who names my current favorite storethatisnotJewel), all I have draped over my arm are those two types of clothing.

It's rather ridiculous considering that I do not wear pants out of the house, unless you count tucked into my Uggs under a long black skirt.

My hoodie obsession is bordering on inappropriate. Yesterday was grey velour. Today was navy terry. Friday was black sweater. It's ridiculous.

I always complain to Benjie that I have nothing to wear.

I'm beginning to think that it's not that I have no clothing. It's because I constantly buy the same items over and over again in slightly different versions.

But then again, maybe hoodies are my signature look? Jackie O had her sunglasses, Sara P has her hoodies? That's gotta be it.

And I must say that wearing velour yoga pants and a terry hoodie while drinking red zinger out of my monogrammed mug while your kids happily eat their tuna quiche, salad, and veggie rice is rather lovely and Susie-Homemakery.

And it's also much more relaxing to drink my red zinger now that I don't feel like I need to ration it. I'm plowing through box 1 out of 6 at a steady clip.

Hooray for Hoodies!

Hooray for Velour Yoga Pants!

Hooray for Red Zinger!

I promise that I'll share the P for Dummies book soon. But really, it's not so exciting. Don't get all excited over it. I'm also just very lazy, and my camera is currently full with 9 months of pictures that need to be uploaded to Snapfish so as to empty my memory card and take pictures of P for Dummies. Yes, Shosh, I still have not emptied my camera. I'm clearly mother of the year.

Silly Readers

It's not you all who are nicely commenting to me that I'm concerned about.

It's the scary insane crazy people who read blogs and steal pictures and pass them off as their own families and know your personal address who scare me.

Not you people.

It's the ones who aren't commenting.

I hope to get to P for Dummies today-I just ran a few miles and have a few more Shabbos prep things to do (although my table is set and candles are as well!)

Hello? Hello? Anyone out there?

Are there any of my loyal readers left?

After all I haven't blogged in almost a week! Horrors!

I wish I could say it was because I was off vacationing in some amazing spa.

Alas, it's just life.

Sunday was Dovi's birthday dinner out. We went to a yummy Israeli restaurant. Dovi (and Elisha) got chicken nuggets. Shana got a hot dog. My apparently only smart child, Jacob, got a steak sandwich. Goofballs.

I had a chemistry test on Monday, which I successfully argued a question to be correct. People in college or who know chemistry: What is the maximum valence capacity of phosphorus? Comment your answer and I'll explain what went down. All I know is that my class loves me now because I got everyone points.

Tuesday was my kids' school book fair. It was a blast but I was at school literally for over NINE hours.

Wednesday I had book fair wrap up, school for me, and then PT for Dovi, and then Jewel for like two hours. It's a process I tell ya.

And today is today and here I am blogging.

I'm happy to report that:

• Dovi had a rocking birthday. He got a Patrick Kane jersey from my mom which seems to be the coolest gift a 12 year old can get.

• I ordered and received SIX boxes of red zinger tea from Amazon. Then one of my loyal readers emailed me that she found it. At a store less than five miles from my house. But no matter, I'm stocked in red zinger for a while. Speaking of which, I'll go make a cup now.
  

• I'm sure no one noticed, but I have a request to make. I've decided that there are some nut jobs out there. None of you guys, my lovely readers, but there are some loony toons out there (the woman I saw by my school who was wearing gloves on her feet comes to mind). So I decided to take my last name off my blog. Now 99.9% of you know me in real life and can stroll on over to visit me. But in order to attempt to retain some level of privacy (kind of an oxymoron being as I blog), I no longer want my last name out there. So do me a favor and if you comment, don't write my last name. And DJ? Please call me Sara. It's making me nervous. I'm not a Mrs.

Hmmm I think that's all for now. Tomorrow I'm blogging on my "P Family for Dummies" book and all that jazz.

Know what today is?

It's my boy's birthday.

Yup. Dovi is 12 years old today.

One year till the big Bar Mitzvah. I told Benjie that I need to figure out a way to tell people that Dovi's Bar Mitzvah is in one year without crying every time. It's getting a little ridiculous.

But I digress.

I'm trying to think of some amazing, inspiring things to say.

But then I realize that there is nothing that I need to say.

Thank G-d, Dovi is here. He's healthy (in his own way). He is happy. He is thriving. His surgery on his leg in April was a success and he's walking even better. His speech is improving all the time.

I'm not sure there's anything else to say.

Happy Twelfth Birthday, Dovi Bear. We love you so much.