IKEA איקאה

Hi, I'm kinda back, and we'll see where this stint takes us.

Today we decided we have nothing better to do, so let's drive to IKEA! After all the boys got home, ate lunch, dawdled for a bit (as is the Bauer minhag (custom)) we piled into the car and drove the hour plus to go up to Netanya. B"H it was a nice uneventful ride, with RM falling asleep, and I only had to pull over once (albeit it was to put up a sun blocker for RM)!

We then promptly dropped any of the children off at the play area (not that we cv"s wanted to get rid of them, it was for their sake, and the sake of the store that we did it). So we strolled around for our alotted hour with RM & TC. IT was actually kind of nice strolling around looking at stuff that was just not for us. We looked at tables and chairs (which we so desperatly need).

So, the highlight of going to Ikea was going to the food court there. Now I've been to Ikea in the states before, and thier food court has never been particularly enticing, I mean their Swedish meatballs look good, but growing up with my background, I'm used to not eating out in furniture stores, so it never did it for me. However, now that we can eat out in our favorite furniture store, it was a whole new world. We decided to eat dinner there, and we were actually impressed, we all enjoyed the food, and if it weren't for the fact it takes over an hour to get there, we'd probably go there just to have dinner again!

Anyway, after finishing up dinner, we headed back with a few tired and cranky children, but B"H no one threw up (Yay)! Although, RM did pull himself up behind me in the car and tell me that he had to through up, in between snickers of slight laughter. I then told him he really didn't need to so I think that was able to sway him, and keep the ride home peaceful and smelling nice.

B"H there will be more to come...

IT'S A GIRL!!

Since it's been a while since we've posted, Eric let me write a post. I figured the title was a continuation from "she's in labor" and that's all everyone talks about.

I've learned the word pitzele recently. I mean I knew what it meant just I hear that word almost as much as "Mommy he hit me". Walking down the street with her is like what Brad Pitt must feel like. Constant attention. See, being from the South people don't tell you exactly what they think. They say things like "Bless your heart" and things like that. But, here what would be interpreted in America as a rude New Yorker, is here a typical Israeli. A typical conversation with a complete stranger goes like this: (mind you she's now a little over 6 lbs.) I'll translate

Them : OOh look at the pitzele, so little (fyi they never say cute). How old is she?

Me: (picture screaming baby, smelling like a yougart store after a 2 day blackout, with 2 kids either missing or acting like they are on Gladiator) X weeks.

Them: Wow! how much did she weigh at birth?

Me: 2.5 kg (smiling)

Them: (totally oblivious to what's going on ) Oh so she must have been early. How early was she?

Me: 3 weeks

(Now the conversation depends on whether they knew when I moved here, but are still complete strangers)

Them: And they let you fly? Did you .... (fill in the blank: know how dangerous that was , want to give birth on the plane, want to give birth 3 weeks early?

Me: Slicha, ani lo mideberet ivrit. (Works like a charm everytime)

Then I walk away and leave them totally confused.