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It’s been a little crazy around here, what with Rosh Hoshanah having just happened, and Yom Kippur, and Sukkot and random other Jewish holidays on the horizon. My kids get them all off school. Plus, we are trying to plan Maya’s bat mitzvah. Plus I kind of got a job. Because, you know, 3 kids, a chaotic disorganized house, a huge dog and still recovering from nearly dying 6 months ago wasn’t enough on my plate. Time for something new.

I kind of fell into the job, when the new principal at my kids’ school talked to me about needing a Communications Director and I said, gee, that’s exactly what I used to do at my old job and gave her a few suggestions and suddenly it was like, when can you start?

To be truthful, it’s only contract for now to get them going and see if I can handle it, and they will go through a proper search. But for now, I’m working on getting the newsletter and web page, etc., up and going. And getting paid. Just like that. Huh.

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Organizing a bat mitzvah with a 12-year-old girl is a little bit like organizing a wedding and trying to get along with your MIL-to-be. They want everything to be just right and just like everyone else does it and why are you trying to be difficult and interject some originality into it? Neither, it seems, are much into originality.

Now, I get along with my MIL very well, so what I am about to say probably isn’t true for everyone, but for me, trying to find common ground with a 12-year-old-girl has been more difficult than doing the same with the MIL. That kid is rigid.

I’m beginning to the see reasoning behind only having this for boys, because I cannot imagine fighting with a boy over invitations as much as I have fought with Maya. Too bad there isn’t the bat mitzvah version of eloping. She could run off and have a quickie bat mitzvah in Vegas, and when she comes back we could give her a thousand bucks to start her adult life off right. I guess that’s kind of missing the point, huh?

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Asher is indulging in something I wouldn’t call his favourite holiday tradition, but it certainly is his most common: getting sick.

He likes to mix it up and generally stays away from common, boring illnesses. At 10 months, he developed a raging fever and a red, blotchy rash over most of his body that had every doctor in the office in to stare at him, but was never diagnosed. A year later, he pulled out the big guns and developed pneumonia. He let us off easy with pink eye one year, and didn’t even pass it on to anyone. And he did go with that old stand-by – the flu – to miss his Hanukkah concert when he was in kindergarten.

This year, he is back to keeping mystery in our lives, and I am not amused. I declared our own personal snow day yesterday (37 cms of snow! A foot and 2 inches for the non-metrically-inclined). Asher complained that his final house league soccer game was at lunch time and they needed his skills in defense, then lay down on the couch and pretty much didn’t move for the rest of the day. He had deep, dark circles under his eyes and I figured a couple late nights on the weekend were catching up to him, and that explained the headache he complained of, and the achy limbs.

So, of course, he’s no better today. He’s completely pale except for the dark circles, has no energy and the same headache. No fever. Mystery. And a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning.

If I celebrated Christmas, I’d be freaking out about now, being stuck in the house with a sick boy.

At least he’s doing this now and will hopefully be better for our far more fun Christmas tradition. For years now, we have been going up to the cottage and on Christmas day, we go tubing at a nearby ski hill. At first, we just went with my brother and sister-in-law and their three kids. Since then, it has expanded to include several other families and this year, our group has so far reached 11 children and 8 adults planning to go.

Tubing is always fun, but the particular enjoyment of doing it on Christmas day is that there are no line-ups anywhere, as it is just us and a few Hasidic Jews from the area.

Okay, obligatory apres-big-snowstorm photos:

Jasper discovered he can dig real holes in this stuff!

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The plow made such a big snow bank that Boo can slide down the middle of the lawn to the end and hit the bank instead of the street.

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Snow, snow and more snow!

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Our side door. My compost bin and extra garbage bins are under there too.

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Master of all he surveys.

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For those who don’t know this, Jewish holidays are based on the lunar calendar and therefore change each year. There’s an old joke that the holidays are always early or late. This year, Hanukkah is early, really early. The first night to light the candles is the 4th of December.

On one hand, it’s nice, because it separates it a little more from Christmas. On the other hand, it means I have to be organized a lot earlier. Thank goodness I got all obsessed with the American Girl ebay stuff when I did (sheer coincidence; I wasn’t thinking ahead to an early holiday), so at least I’ll have that. I’m over ebay, by the way. I swear.

I’m finding the kids hard to buy for this year. I just spent a couple of hours running errands and wandering aimlessly through toy sections in search of inspiration. Mostly, I’ve had it driven home once again that there is an awful lot of crap out there.

I even resorted to asking the kids for ideas, something I don’t normally do. This was Maya’s helpful advice: “Don’t buy me any books. Not one! I’ll be so mad if you give me a book.” I said, “Clearly, you were switched in the hospital nursery with my real child, because those words could never have come out of the mouth of any child of mine.” She also said, “I want more than just American Girl doll clothing, you know.” Yes, thanks so much for the helpful advice.

Asher said, “Get me something good,” like now I’ll cross ‘crap for Asher’ off my list.

Boo helpfully brought over a toy catalogue that arrived with the newspaper a few days ago and said, “I want this, and this, and this. Oh, and definitely this! And this too. I really like this …”

I am reminded of a moment when Boo and I were at the hospital for her eye. The doctor finally arrived, and while she checked out Boo’s blood pressure, ears, and so on she chatted to her. After discussing the elephants in her ears (that one never get old), she said to Boo, “So, I bet you are excited about Santa Claus coming soon.” Boo shook her head and said matter-of-factly, “No.” The doctor said, “Oh, but I’m sure he’ll bring you something good. Doesn’t he always bring you good toys?” “Nope,” responded Boo. I waited for her to go on and explain why Santa disses her so, but she was content with her responses. While it was amusing seeing the discomfort on the doctor’s face, I did quickly explain.

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