First, her ceiling fan exploded. Well, not literally, but it blew a bunch of sparks (while running with the fan on and light off), which then blew the circuit breaker and turned off half the upstairs lights. It took us a while to troubleshoot and find out what the problem was, but it was definitely something wrong with the fan. Obviously it’s now turned off, but she didn’t want to sleep in her room any more. So we set her up with blankies and pillows in Reuven’s room (which is mostly unused).
After a bit, she moved her pillows and blankets down to the stairs to camp out there instead. Then she was traumatized by a cockroach wandering by on the step above her. Currently she’s bunked in OUR room, with lots of assurances that there will be no more exploding fans, no more scary bugs… at this rate, though, I expect our alarm clock to catch fire or something.
Lillian was only very mildly disappointed when Reuven was revealed to be a brother instead of a sister. In the last month, though, she’s been talking a lot about “her sister”, which is very much the same as the typical Imaginary Friend that a pre-schooler might create.
However, this morning Lillian decided to personify her sister. Therefore, our CD rack is now an Altschul offspring. (It kicked a golf ball down the stairs this morning, too.)
Lillian helped bake the challah for tonight. Due to the wonderous thing of beauty that is a bread machine, this is really just a process of (1) measuring ingredients (2) dumping them in and (3) braiding the dough after it is mixed, kneaded, and risen.
We still need to work on egg breaking. In addition to a few shell shards that needed to be fished out, there was this:
Oh well, to make bread you need to break some eggs. If it’s an egg bread, that is.
I’ve been salting the tops of some of my loaves recently, instead of using poppy or sesame seeds; it tastes like a big fat eggy pretzel. Mmmmm..
Facebook didn’t have an option for “Married” when I first signed up, just “In a Relationship”. Since then, they’ve realized some of their users might be older and boring, I suppose, so I can now add my spouse.
But only if he’s willing to admit to my existence…
You know how sometimes your young child draws a picture and proudly shows it to you and you have no idea what it is? And of course that is when they ask you if you like it, and if you know what it is.
This is what Lillian brought home from preschool today:
And of course, she asked if I knew what it is. Uh-oh, thought I. Well, it’s kinda round and seems to have two big eyes.
I said, “Is it an owl?”
She gave me one of Those Looks. “Nooooooo.”
“Oh,” I replied. “Is it a cow?” Really grasping at straws at this point.
That got a full Eye Roll, Tortured Sigh, and Look treatment. “Mom, it’s a scribble.”
