Tag Archive | Yom Kippur

Poop In The Coupe

On Wednesday morning, I changed a leaky poopy diaper.  Ugh.  Wednesday night, we found a glob of poop on the floor, that I had mistaken for a leaf (and thankfully not stepped on).  Yitzchak, of course, cleaned it up.  Done?  Done.

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Cozy Coupe. Ours is sans eyes, though.

Shabbat was Yom Kippur.  Friday night, Shlomo points to his Cozy Coupe and says, “Yeah?”  I said, “Yeah, it’s your car.  You want to sit in your car?  Sit in it and drive.  Zoom zoom!”  He’s not happy.  He points, turning his hand so his finger is pointing into the car.  I look down, and see something on the edge of the seat.  Something brown.  Oh, no.  I guess that explains where the glob on the floor came from (I thought I had gotten lucky and even though he’d run around before I changed the diaper, he hadn’t sat on anything).

Yes, it’s poop.  Dry, non-smelly poop.  Shlomo is pointing to it, because he wants it cleaned.  His car has poop in it, and that grosses him out.  Little cleanie.  Well, I waited for Yitzchak to get home.  Yitzchak took a wipe to it.  But Shlomo refuses to sit.  He keeps pointing to the seat.  Once poopy, always poopy.

“You got poop in your car?” I ask.  “Pup, pup?  Pup!” Shlomo says, pointing to the car.  I think – wait a second.  He hasn’t sat in his car since Wednesday morning, because there’s poop in it.  It’s Friday night now, and that car is his favorite toy.  Oh.  My.  Gosh.  He has given up on his favorite toy for two and a half days, because it has poop in it.  I can’t believe it.  (Lucky me, huh?)  That’s why he’s gone back to playing with other things.  That’s why he’s pushed the car but not sat in it.

And to think that I just figured it was a phase, because he was sick of the car.  He’s not sick of the car, he’s just grossed out.

It’s now Sunday night, and he still won’t sit in the car, or put dolls in it to drive to dolls around.  Because, of course, the dolls shouldn’t get dirty, either.  Even from cleaned-up poop.

Once poopy, always poopy.

And while we’re on the subject of poop, what’s a poopy headLet’s see . . .

Liebster Blog Award

liebster blog award, liebster award, liebster blog, blog awardsA few days ago, I got an email from Rivki of Life in the Married Lane, nominating me for the Liebster Blog Award.  The Liebster Blog Award is given to new bloggers with less than 200 followers.  The rules are:

1. Tell 11 things about yourself.

2. Answer 11 questions from the blogger who nominated you.

3. Nominate 11 bloggers, and post 11 questions for them to answer.

4. Contact those bloggers whom you nominated, to inform them of their nomination.

Here goes . . .

A. Answers to Rivki’s Questions:

1) Either poopy diapers (because they stink too much) or dishes /kitchen cleaning (because I used to have eczema, still have sensitive skin, and am a bit lazy about it).

2) Probably the mitzva (commandment) of living in, and protecting, the land of Israel.  Or, the mitzva to handle other peoples’ money the same way you handle your own; not stealing or cheating (including the government and other taxpayers).

3) I would pick my name, because I happen to love it!  As a matter of fact, I would love to give my name to a daughter – except that in Jewish tradition children are not usually named after their parents.

4) I’m not sure I have one.  If I had to choose, it would have to be either finishing my degree, nursing for 14 months (with no formula whatsoever; in Israel, this is extremely rare), or managing to keep my sanity (and a decent salary) while also keeping Shlomo out of daycare.

5) I think my favorite holiday is Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement) because you get dressed, go to shul (synagogue), and spend the whole day praying.  No brushing teeth, no showering, no eating, nothing else you need to be doing.  After Yom Kippur, I’d have to say Chanuka, because it’s an 8-day holiday, with vacation, but with hardly any major obligations.  Then Pesach (Passover), because for some reason, I think of it as an absolutely beautiful holiday.

6) I think Israel is beautiful, especially the greener parts, rivers, mountains, and deserts.  (Um, doesn’t that include all of Israel?)  But, honestly, I don’t think that I can rate one area of Israel above any others; each is breathtakingly beautiful in its own way.

7) I don’t usually listen to music, and when someone puts music on to brighten the mood, I get annoyed.  I like quiet the best.

8) Either a specific types of chocolate, cookies, and cake, or almost any type of cheese.

9) Yes, I did have a list before marriage.  It was a five-and-five list: Five things that my future husband must have; five things that I would like, but are not necessary; and five things that I will not live with.  I have the list somewhere in my [and my husband’s] memory, but it is not for this post.  However, I did get pretty much everything on my list, excluding some of the “not-necessary wants”.  I do not think I would have married someone who did not fit my list – nor do I think he would have married me.

10) I think I would play the violin.  I have always had a fascination with it.

11) I would go to New York, visit some friends for a day or so, and visit the Lubavitcher Rebbe’s gravesite.  Then I would go to Toronto for two or three weeks, to visit family and friends that I haven’t seen in too long.  And then I would go to Kentucky, so that I could spend time with my in-laws, indefinitely.  And then back home.

B. 11 things about myself:

1) I moved to Israel when I was 19, without my family.

2) I regularly buy my clothes second-hand.  For a few years, I would buy clothes new, once or twice a year, when absolutely necessary.  Since my marriage, I have completely stopped that.  Why bother spending the time to buy expensive clothes when I’ll either gain or lose weight in the next few months?  Plus, older styles are much more to my taste than newer ones.  Yitzchak feels bad about this (all his clothes he buys new), but I don’t mind it.  I also hate clothes shopping, which is another reason why I prefer to buy second-hand instead of going from store to store trying to find something I will wear and is within my budget.

3) I can count the number of times I wore proper makeup on one hand.  Only one of those times (our wedding) was after I met my husband.  Usually, I just cover my pimples so that they’re not too awful, and forget the rest.  I also ran out of pimple cover-up three and a half weeks ago, and have yet to go out to buy more.

4) Since we got married, we have not had an oven (gasp).  This is because during our first year, we did not have space for an oven/stove unit (we have a three-burner stove on our counter, always have), and now it is because we are lazy and keep pushing it off.  Yes, we cook on the stove.  We have figured out how to cook chicken, pizza, lasagna, and lots of other things using a stove.  Amazing, right?

5) In three years, we have moved twice.  Our first and third (current) apartments had/has two rooms each; the second apartment had five rooms, was temporary, and was way too big.

6) Everything in our house has a place where it belongs.  If I’m not sure that it will have a definite place, then I don’t bring it in the house.  This also helps to cut unnecessary spending, since we have a small house that can only fit so much.  Exceptions are free books, which displace other books. However, the displaced books now have a home: a laundry basket under the table.  One of these days, we will get another bookshelf (or two, replacing one of the ones that we currently have).  It’s on the list, after the toaster oven.  Because, of course, if the bookshelf was before the toaster oven, I have a feeling that we would have the bookshelf next month and the toaster oven (to vary our menus a bit) in at least another year.

7) I don’t mind going against the crowd, even if it means I’m not popular.

8) Before we got married, somebody asked us how many kids we wanted.  We said 20.  (FTR, I don’t think that will happen, considering that nursing works as birth control.)

9) I never, ever, ever thought that I would be happy as a stay-at-home, or work-at-home, mother.  Now, I want Yitzchak to find a job that will allow us to lead simple lives on one salary, so that if I choose to work from home, whatever I earn will be extra.

10) I am the oldest of five children (three girls, two boys), and my husband is the second youngest of five boys.

11) A month before we got married, I cut my own hair during my lunch break (it took ten minutes), to make a beard for my Purim costume.

C. 11 Questions for My Nominees:

1) What do you consider to be the three most important things in your life?

2) What made you decide to start blogging?

3) Books or television?  Why?

4) If someone accused your child of bullying theirs, how would you react?  Why?

5) What subjects do you enjoy reading about?

6) What do you consider to be the most important factor in a marriage?

7) There are many, many older (30+) singles today, as well as a high rate of divorce.  What do you think is the cause?

8) Why did you choose your city of residence?

9) How do you and your spouse handle finances?

10) What is your favorite household chore?  Why?

11) The classic: If you won the lottery, what would you do with the money?

D. Nominees:

1) BeEnough

2) Balance and Grace

3) Rach

4) Sporadic Intelligence

5) Jessica

6) Sarale

7) Curiodyssey

8) Carrie

9) Memyselfandkids

Hm, I only have nine nominees who fit the bill.  Anyone have suggestions?

Daylight Savings Time in Israel

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Until very recently, Israel adjusted DST (called, in Hebrew, “winter clock” and “summer clock”) according to the holidays: Before the Yom Kippur fast, we moved the clocks back, to make the fast an hour “shorter”, and help everyone out.  And before Pesach, we moved them forward, to allow families more daylight time during the intermediate days of the holiday.  [It was also nice having a smaller time difference between us and everyone else in the world.]

Now, starting from next October, the clocks will no longer be moved back before Yom Kippur.  This is intended to save money on electricity, and allow people to wake up after sunrise and get home before it is dark.  In that way, it is good.  It is very good.  But honestly?  It is also annoying.  Very annoying.  Fasting for 26 hours is hard.  This past Yom Kippur was the first semi-easy fast I have had in the two years since I became pregnant with my son.  I think it was easier because of a combination of factors: better preparation, less expectations of myself, less time fasting while awake, and an understanding toddler.

That doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard, though.  It just means that it was manageable, with only slight dizziness, a [migraine] headache, and weakness.  But those symptoms, easy as they may be as a teenager, are incredibly hard to deal with when you have an energetic toddler on your hands. I am sure that in a country so filled with children, I am not the only mother dealing with this.  And as much as media blames this issue on religious Jews, the fact is that a surprisingly large number of the irreligious Jews in Israel also fast on Yom Kippur, even if that is the only religious thing they do.

So, I am against it.  And at the same time, I am for it, because the reasons to change to standard time are many and valid.  I am for it.  And I am against it.  And I know that really, my opinion doesn’t matter – and won’t matter – unless I feel like putting up a fuss and gathering people to my cause.  I don’t feel like it, either because I am either lazy, realistic, or both.

But I also feel like this change is an attempt – part of the attempt – to make Israel like the rest of the world.  Israel is not like the rest of the world.  Israel is Israel; Israel is Jewish; Israel is a state that does not separate matters of “church and state”.  We are that way because we are unique; because the ideology Israel was founded on is unique; because the people who live in it are uniquely conflicted and uniquely brothers.

And, the rest of the world doesn’t have it so good, either.  So why copy?

Life In Israel

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It seems that there are some aspects of living in Israel that we take for granted,, even though, to everyone else, they are mind-boggling.  I only became aware of this recently, when speaking to my father-in-law, who pointed out a few things that we had mentioned in passing, but were new to him.

Here, ten things that you didn’t know about Israel and its [Jewish] inhabitants:

1) There are security checks (including a bag check) whenever we walk into a building.   This happens so much that we don’t even think about it anymore.  (There are a few exceptions, but again, they are exceptions.)

2) DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING THAT WAS LEFT BY SOMEONE ELSE.  Including soda cans, plastic bags, backpacks, cell phones, laptops, or anything else.  The reason?  It could be an automatic bomb, or explosive materials.  Report it immediately to the police.

3) Carry your identity card with you everywhere, or you can get in big trouble.  Know your identity number by heart.

4) Don’t expect anything to happen until “after the holidays” – i.e., after Rosh Hashana, Yom Kippur, and Sukkot.  Except, that is, for the beginning of the school year (but not the college year).  Exceptions are people and businesses who work every day.

5) Your child is everyone’s child.  This works both ways – your child will be taken care of by everyone, worried about by everyone, and paid attention to by everyone.  However, you will be subject to a lot of unwanted advice and worrying from complete strangers.  This goes from when you are pregnant (sometimes before) until your child gets married (sometimes beyond).  It’s nice, though.  Especially when your child needs a snack, and the person next to you on the bus offers you some of theirs.  Because, of course, they have to help take care of your child.

6) If you let the other person get their way, you are a “fryer”.  Meaning, you don’t have enough guts to stand up for yourself.  One of the best ways to show that you are not a fryer is to yell.  The one who yells the loudest has the most guts.  (This is changing, though.  I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.)

7) Israelis are tough on the outside and soft on the inside.  They (we?) are also, at the same time, very friendly, and incredibly rude.  This is a good thing: You won’t have someone double-cross you, being your best friend one day and doing something nasty the next.  Whatever the other person thinks of you, you will know.  It’s actually very refreshing – no fake politeness.

8) We are one family.  That means that if I see that you are single, I will offer to set you up.  It also means that when rockets are falling on the south, random families will offer to host families from the south, so that they can have a semblance of normal living.

Furthermore, it means that if you live on the ground floor of your building, you will be asked (by the Home Front Command, via radio,) to leave your front door open, so that in an emergency, passersby can come into your bomb shelter room (where, of course, they will be offered drinks, cookies, and cake.  No, that was not part of the request to leave your door open.  It was just offered, because, well, Israelis are hospitable).

9) My cousin probably has a friend whose friend knows your brother.  Cool, right?

10) You meet people who say the following: “I am completely irrelegious, thank G-d.”  Huh?