The Hairbrush

Today Kelly says to me "Mommy? I borrowed your hairbrush."
"Okay..." I reply, not really caring but to make conversation say chirpily "Which one?" as if the answer will be the most fascinating thing I've heard all day and she says equally cheerfully, "The one with all the white hairs!"
Thanks, Kelly. Thanks a lot.

They really should make a woof translator

Today, Kelly and I were taking a scenic stroll along the streets of Larchmont when we saw a lady walking two small and very cute dogs. Kelly and I both smiled at the sweet lil dogs.
And I said, "I love those kinds of dogs. I think they're French Bulldogs." And Kelly said, "So, they speak French?"
I immediately cracked-up.
Then I felt badly. I shouldn't laugh at a child's naivete I reminded myself sternly, and engaged Kelly in several minutes of inane banter about how French Bulldog referred to where the dogs' ancestors came from many years ago, and that these dogs lived here now, so they spoke the same language as their owners, and then I even threw in an example to illustrate my point that English sheepdogs spoke the language of whatever country they happened to be living in and not necessarily English, because again, the English referred to their place of origin and not what language they spoke.
Then Kelly asked, quite seriously, "Mommy, how does an English sheepdog living in France say "Woof" in French?
And I say it's the same as English - "Woof." And Kelly says, "But that is how those French bulldog just said it, so they are talking in French, like I said."
And I very quickly realized that I probably shouldn't have laughed in the first place. Kelly was right - I have no idea if French bulldogs speak French or English. Why did I think it was silly to think the French Bulldogs spoke French, and I had to be so condescending that they obviously spoke English!
So, I ask, does anyone have an accurate translation of "Woof" so I can settle this once and for all?

Molly and Kelly + Shofar = Internet Sensation!

Happy Rosh Hashanah!

Kelly's Fourth Birthday

Last week Kelly turned four. Fun was had by all. Here she is with her face painted:

Her Birthday cake:

And her friends singing happy birthday!

Molly's Second Day of School

Today Molly told me, "Mommy, we are going to get a lot of homework. This is not kindergarten - this is first grade, so the homework will be really, really, hard. So don't be surprised if you find me asleep in my desk chair. Just pick me up and put me in my bed. Tell Daddy too. This applies to both of you."

Aaron

I promised the girls they could dress Aaron up when their dad went back to work. They took me up on the offer.

First up was the Eagles dress, enjoyed by his sisters as well. Then Kelly managed to find some fetching black patent leather party shoes, and to put them on the boy without him even even waking-up.

And last but not least, Aaron in cap and sock-shoes, with giraffe and purple hippo puppet.

Here are the girls hard at work with his next fashion change.

First day of first grade

walking to school with dad

photos ops with mom

a little bit of love from sis (who doesn't get to start school 'till next week)