Rosh Hashanah 5769

Here are the photos from yesterday.

Today is Rosh Hashanah

We had a great eruv Rosh Hashanah last night, photos to be posted soon. I also got a very nice email from one of Molly's morahs that was really nice. It's here for everyone else to enjoy too:

Wishing you all a k'sivah vachasimah tova! shana tovah umesuka!May you all be blessed for a very good year with only brachos and happiness and only revealed good!!May we meet in Yerushalayim with Moshiach now!

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The song this morning at my house

"Stephanie and Unc-le are coming, Stephanie and Uncle ARE COMING!"

Rookie Suburban Mistake #2

Telling my husband as he is walking out the front door, "put the garbage can at the edge of the driveway. it's garbage day" and thinking he'll remember to do it.

Result: Smelly garbage for three more days.

Rookie Suburban Mistake #1

Going to Home Depot at 10am on a Saturday. No words to describe it. Just don't. ever.

Second day of school

Yesterday afternoon was a fevrish attempt to have the second attempt at school to go a little better than the first. I went into town and got Molly a delightfully tween backpack (knowing how she likes to be sophsticated) in tie-dyed purple and a rhinestone tatoo-style heart, a purple polka dotted folder (she had been very upset not to have her folder on the first school day) and then later that evening went on a family outing to CVS to get the rest of the pencils, markers, paper and scissors to the teacher's exact specifications.

I also went to the grocery and got a snack that could only be the envy of the other kindergartners, since being snackless the first day had also been one of her major complaints with the school day.

And so, off we set to school, Molly having packed the snack herself and wearing her gigantic backpack, and looking every bit a kid who was going to have a much better day at school. Did I mention she was wearing her sparkly English Roses purple lace dress and rhinestone sushi headband - a power outfit if ever there was one. And her hello kitty socks and pink rhinestone shoes.

And, yes, by golly we did it!

Mommy: How was school today?
Molly: A
Mommy: That's great! I'm so glad to hear that.
Molly: Well actually it could be an A plus.
Mommy: Really, how?
Molly: You could take me for ice cream.
Mommy: Everyday can't be an A plus. A is fine.

First day of school

Mommy: How was School?
Molly: F.
Mommy: Really? An F? You don't really mean an F, do you?
Molly: Well, actually, you're right, I don't... F minus.
Mommy: Really? Everything or just some parts?
Molly: F minus. Everything.
Mommy: The teacher? She seemed so nice.
Molly: F minus.
Mommy: Well, what about the snack? How could snack be an F minus?
Molly: F minus. It was way too salty.
Mommy? How about the walk to school?
Molly: It's not that it's too long, it's just that it's unpleasant. I told you F minus everything!!!!!!!

Bristol Palin: All Day, All the Time

Let me just admit, despite having about 1 million things to do, what with moving to a new town, not driving even one little bit, needing to enroll both my kids in school, and unpack an entire house-worth of home-stuff, I spend all of my waking moments, plus some moments usually spent sleeping re-purposed to waking, just so I can read all I can find on Bristol Palin. First, it was my incredible interest in the purported mother-daughter baby-swap, then once that was debunked, I shifted my interest to her singularly teenaged pregnant self. As soon as all of that information was suitably ingested, today I find myself inordinately interested in her hot - albeit redneck - boyfriend, his "country gal" mother, and the rest of their Alaskan backwoods world.
If ever a TV show had sweeps winner written all-over-it, it is the Bristol Palin Story. Set my DVR, I don't want to miss an episode!