Friday, February 8, 2013

The Rabbi

Rabbi with The Cousin and me
This is what I look like by noon. You can only imagine what I look like by 5:00 pm.
I've had f*!@#ing Hava Nagila stuck in my head for the last 48 hours. 
So, The Cousin got a new toy. By the time Sweet Pea's mom came home at lunch to offer up a little "boob action" for Sweet Pea, I had listened to, danced to and sang Hava Nagila so many times, I thought any slight trace of Jewish heritage I might have, would jump out of my skin and slap me up the side of my head... hard. 
"More, Rabbi, peez"  was what The Cousin requested OVER AND OVER AGAIN. So I'd squeeze the Rabbi's left foot and the Hebrew folk song would begin again.  Even when I hid Rabbi behind a pile of dirty clothes, The Cousin would find him. It's not that I hate Hava Nagila. It's alright. 
But I'm sure you'd agree; when you hear even your favorite melody 100 times in a day, it sucks. 


video
Sweet Pea isn't at all interested in Rabbi.  She does her own thing and her own thing is fine by her. I dig that about her. I honestly do.  Our struggles are lessening actually.  The only real one we have, and it's a "doosey", is on the changing table. She still fights me like a caged bull and I still hold her two little ankles up in the air like a plucked chicken.  I'm all about not getting the poop all over the table.  She's all about winning the battle. She and The Cousin are such polar opposites in so many ways.  And though it's The Cousin who's being prepped for the toilet, it's Sweet Pea that thinks she's ready...
"I can do anything and my age has nothing to do with it."
Th Cousin not so much...
"Rabbi, pleez."
The Cousin is very cooperative about diaper changing. She remains still and lets me get the job done quickly and efficiently. She loves a clean diaper and has happily accepted the nickname I've given to her: "Clean Machine".

"Clean Machine" and I have bonded and, as y'all know, it happens during Sweet Pea's naps. This week we made pink play-dough. Totally took me back to my teaching days when play-dough was actually used regularly in Kindergarten and even 1st grade classrooms, not just for fun, but for the healthy development of fine motor skills in young children. Kneading the dough, cutting it with plastic knives, rolling balls of it into worms, etc is proven to help young kids in their abilities to hold pencils, use scissors, connect blocks and manipulatives.  And there's the whole brain connection with other areas such as language arts and math. But hey! Now our public education system has nixed the play-dough (and other "play" experiences) in favor of scores. We go straight to the test, and of course, the bubbling in of Scantron sheets beginning at age 5.
It's all about the data I've been told by my teacher pals.

But The Cousin and I, we know better. She poured in all the ingredients, including the strawberry JELL-O for color.
We just had to spend a little time working on not eating it.  Once that concept sunk in, it was smooth sailing and lotsa fun!
And, it kept her mind off Rabbi for a good 45 minutes!
~tpg

3 comments:

  1. Oh no, now you've got me whistling Hava Nagila. Good grief! How long with this last? And the video? priceless! Sweet Pea's smile is as big and wide as Texas...like she's in on the joke of her sitting on the potty.
    No wonder The Cousin wanted to eat the play dough...bet it smelled yummy. I love the photo of her concentrating on her project, big time....sure beats the one of the flustered nanny!! Ha.

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  2. The photos of the girls are priceless and I especially love the ones with you as well, mugging for the camera. Regarding the playdough: with 32 kindergarten students, I would be in the nut house if it wasn't for playdough. It is one of the first things they go for when they have a choice. And the homemade version is SO much better than anything you can buy. I use food color to tint it to discourage them from wanting to eat it, but the Jello version must smell so good! How about some chocolate Jello pudding for finger painting (and eating) right on a clean table? Keep up the wonderful loving work, Nanny! Love, Amy

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  3. omg Val. i'm cracking up! xoxox

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