I feel like Avi has really been growing up in the recent weeks. Oh, sure, she still sucks her thumb and throws wonderful fits, and today I spanked her and made her eat soap, all before noon (and we don't even believe in eating soap!) In between all that, though, she's shown me some increasingly mature behavior.
For instance, she is my little helper these days. She helps me fold the towels (very neatly, I might add) when Nourit runs and hides to get out of it. She spent a good 45 minutes manning the apple peeler/core-er the other day, and it actually helped me! I was able to make the applesauce, wash the dishes, clean out the fridge, all with free child labor (and a smile!) Nourit? Nowhere to be seen...(not that I compare my children.)
Here she is building an almost exact replica of Stonehenge.
And tonight, before bedtime, during a particularly diffuse book on volcanoes (Nourit: "Mommy, I don't even know what they're saying." Mommy: "Yeah, me neither.") Avi, not to be outdone by her older sister (who actually did give me a fairly lengthy and accurate description of a volcano), stopped me and said, "Okay, so I'll tell you what a volcano is. The sun comes down to the earth, it cracks open the earth, and the moon comes down, then there's hot lava coming down in the mooncrust, which is then falling down, and that makes a volcano." Indeed!
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Two days after Nourit's second tooth came out, we deemed it safe to go apple picking. That, and the weather finally shaped up. It was good timing, since the tooth had been loose since July, but waited until the first nice weekend this fall to wiggle out. The tooth-fairy came with a beautiful book, Madlenka, about a little girl whose tooth comes out and she goes around her New York City block to tell her neighbors, which is really like a trip around the world because her neighbors are all from a different country. Kinda like our backyard! If you look closely, you can see the adorable gap in the bottom row of teeth. Nourit, Lucas and AvitalWe went to Radke's this year - our first departure from Garwood (although, we did sneak over there afterward to pick up some pumpkins from the pumpkin patch.) It was our neighbors' pick, and a beautiful and quiet orchard. No pony rides, no corn mazes, no crowds, and best of all, no too-loud 80's rock band. Just apples. (About 90lbs less of them since we visited today.)