(Photo from a past Hanukkah. Last night was not the sixth night).
This seems to be the first year that anyone is very interested in lighting the menorah. Ellie rushes to get the candles every night and asks me how many we need. Leo refuses to assist in the lighting, preferring to keep his distance from the flame I guess, but he sings the blessing along with me. Ellie is fascinated by lighting the candles and wraps her little hand around mine as we light each one together.
Of course, I’m sure the presents aren’t hurting in piqueing their interest in the Not As Glamorous As Christmas Holiday. Growing up, I did not come from one of those “a present every night for eights days” families. I scoffed at those spoiled ones (hmm…jealous much?) but now that I’m a parent? Well? I have to admit. Giving little presents every night is more than a little fun.
Yesterday I spent way too much time on the gathering of the little gifts. A trip to the Lego store in Rockefeller Center was amazing. Crowded, but amazing. I settled on this (a Duplo Hayride!) and Leo was in love. He didn’t want to go to bed because he wanted to play with it. Then when he finally came upstairs (with the truck of course), he wanted to take a bath because he wanted to bring the hayride into the bath.
And so I think it’s safe to say that this holiday season for Leo will be recalled as the year of the Lego. We went with Duplos because I think they’ll be easier for Leo. I hope I’m right. I played around with some of the “bigger kid” Legos at the store yesterday and they are tiny and even I had a hard time fitting some of them together and especially taking them apart. I’m stifling the urge to go back to the Lego store on my lunch break today for another little set like the one I gave him last night. It’s all leading up to the piece de resistance, which is this, to be given on Christmas morning.
This weekend I’m thinking about latkes. The latkes (and other recipes) featured here look amazing (creme fraiche and caviar? Yes please!). But I’ve never made latkes that actually tasted good and did anything more than make the house smell like onions and potatoes for a week. Maybe because I forgot the caviar? So maybe we’ll go with takeout. I am a sucker for sour cream and apple sauce though.
Oh and also? The whole If you don’t get dressed/come upstairs/put your coat on/fill-in-the-blank, Santa is not coming and no more Hanukkah presents…Totally, totally works. It’s like, MAGIC.
What am I going to do on December 26 when they stop listening to me again?
1 comment:
Those are some awesome gifts, I bet each night is going to be even more exciting for them.
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