The Kickoff to the Lead Up: Or, Hello Candy Corn

It's officially my favorite time of year. Not only because the weather is fantastic, glorious and inspiring (oh, hi there, golden and ruby red leaves dancing against a stunning backdrop of crystal clear, cornflower blue sky,) but because it's the kickoff to the lead up to the Holiday Seasons (HalloweenThanksgivingChristmasHanukkah).

Plus? ALL the children are in school. For at least a few hours a day (more on that in a minute).

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For some reason this year I got the urge to cook for Rosh Hashana (I can't remember the last time I did this and I've never done it with/for the kids).



I dug out my mom's old kugel recipe (see above) knowing full well I'd be the only one to eat it. Harry and Leo did take a few bites before pronouncing it "Yucky."


Oh well, their loss.

One item I know would be a hit was the challah, which I'd planned to pick up the day before Rosh Hashana at a nearby bakery. Of course, even though this errand was at the top of my to do list, I forgot, thus necessitating I take all four children out in the rain on Rosh Hashana morning to another nearby bakery that was open.


The shlep was worth it for this beautiful baby, which ended up being the main course for most of the diners (along with apples and honey and the dessert):


The "traditional" Rosh Hashana yellow sheet cake with vanilla buttercream frosting and sprinkles. Because even though I attempted to get them to try the kugel I knew full well NO ONE would eat honey cake. Does anyone like honey cake?

Ellie (who appears to have inherited the family holiday celebration gene) dove headfirst into the Rosh Hashana festivities. While she dipped Gala apples into a ramekin of honey, she wanted to know if we could make Rosh Hashana decorations, and announced that she "loved Rosh Hashana." You really do have to love the enthusiasm of a seven year old.


Speaking of enthusiasm, how about this for an outfit? Puppy dog fleece, Eiffel Tower capris and (not seen) a Hello Kitty tunic. Oh, to be three.




The month of September marked Lucy's first month of preschool and last month of part-time preschool. Oh she's still only going half days but she's now going FIVE days a week (up from three). It became pretty clear when, upon asking if she had school on Tuesday and Thursday mornings and she burst into tears, wailing Yes I AM! that the girl was ready to be in school every day. I was equally ready.

Here's an example of a recent conversation with the ever-ebullient Lucy. It was Monday morning at the breakfast table and she was talking about the upcoming Halloween party (which she was convinced was taking place that afternoon).

Lucy: And later I have a Halloween party!
Ellie: No you don't. Halloween isn't until the end of the month.
Erin: Oh Ellie, why are you trying to ruin her day?
Lucy: Yeah! I LOVE my day!


We had a few, last "just Mommy and Lucy mornings."



On the weekends she asks what time school is and will often insist on eating her lunch from out of her lunch box. Safe to say, she's enjoying her academic life. And for those wondering about her behavior? She is carrying on the family tradition of being a Completely Different Kid at school (read: well behaved). So there you go.

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Decorating season is in full swing.


And by Decorating I don't just mean interiors. Why should the festivities be limited to the house? (And yes, those are my knee socks thankyouverymuch).



Ellie took it upon herself to start the fall art/craft projects though I'm pretty sure it was just an excuse to get out the candy corn.


Speaking of candy corn, I finally fulfilled a lifetime dream of completing a candy corn wreath (seen above and of course, at the beginning of this post because really, you just can't have too much candy corn wreath). I have to also say that this was completed with lots of instruction and moral support from the fabulous Amy.

I usually wait until at least October to haul out the Halloween decor but Ms. Holiday (Ellie) begged me to "bring out just a couple things" last weekend, so out came the Rubbermaid containers, along with the rest of the Halloween paraphernalia.



"Is this ALL we have?" asked a non-plussed Ellie, registering her deep dissatisfaction in the volume of Halloween trinkets in our possession (there's plenty more than what you see above, trust me). Seriously this girl's middle name is More Is More. So we might have to make a pit stop at the local Goodwill (my secret weapon for holiday decorating) this weekend. And we may also need to pick up a few more bags of candy corn.

The Return of Harrystoptouchingthelights

WHEN will I ever learn?

The fastest way to make a liar out of yourself? Announce something to the Internet.


Sidenote: I baked oatmeal chocolate chip cookies the other day. I'm sure the Internet will be shocked to learn that the babies like cookies. A lot.

Anyway, remember how I was saying I thought Toddler Mission: Destroy The Christmas Tree might be over and that Harry didn't seem all that interested in the tree this year? (You might remember that last year, Harry and the tree had quite the "thing" going on).

Scratch that.

When I came home from work yesterday our nanny reported that Harry had "a terrible day with the tree." Which, I mean, first of all, you have to laugh at that sentence.


Why yes, that's Harry. With a purloined Thomas ornament. Of course

But back to Harry. Yesterday he reportedly pulled half the lights off the tree (which weren't in great shape to begin with, believe me). He also took a handful of ornaments from the tree and ran away, giggling. A variation of these events went on all day, apparently.

Of course I gave Harry a stern talking to about the situation. He responded by smiling and laughing at me.


Ah, Playdoh. Soooo much more constructive than Christmas Tree Pillaging.

Of course I'm laughing too. I mean think about it. A giant tree is in OUR HOUSE. It's covered with tiny, shiny lights and new, interesting, pretty and fun toy-like objects (see above: Thomas ornaments). Of COURSE he wants to touch it all the live long day. How do you explain the sudden appearance of a giant, toy covered tree in the house of a busy, inquisitive two and a half year old?

Luckily for Harry, we're not gunning for Best, Most Perfect Christmas Tree Ever. Not even close.

This morning, after I plugged in the lights (it's the first thing I do this time of year, right after I make a pot of coffee-there's nothing like a dark house and the cold blue-light of early morning and the instant cheer of twinkling white lights) I stopped and looked at the tree. Ellie was by my side and she and I studied the giant gaping hole where Harry had pulled lights yesterday. Fixing them would involve taking all the ornaments down from a large section and then rehanging the lights and then putting back all the ornaments. Hypothetically this could happen. You know, in my quiet moments, of which there are so many.

"What do you think of the tree? I asked Ellie. "Harry did quite a number on it didn't he? Do you think it's looks bad?"

She paused a moment and looked at the tree sideways. "Well. Maybe a little bad."



We love you, Harry. We really, truly do. And we're glad you love your tree so much.

Merry and Bright

The tree is up.

Please ignore the Giant Gaping Hole in the middle of the tree. We had a slight light malfunction. Don't ask. I'm just pretty proud that it's still standing and still holding most of the ornaments that were placed on it Saturday afternoon. Might we be exiting the stage of destruction? I have only once uttered the words "Harrystoptouchingthelights," (though to be fair, I have had to demand that he not stand on the end table and grab ornaments). Yeah, maybe we're not quite finished with the stage of destruction after all.

Shortly after I snapped the above photo, Ellie asked if we could snuggle on the couch and drink hot chocolate and then could I tell her about "Christmases long ago?"

You really can't make this stuff up (This, by the way, I've decided should be our family motto and I want it as my epitaph).

I think it's fair to see we are all feeling the spirit. When we told the kids a few days before the weekend that we'd be getting the Christmas tree, Ellie began her usual countdown of "Today is four days until we get the tree!" and then "Today is three days…" Saturday morning around 6:30 a.m. I found the words "Get it" ominously scrawled on the dry erase board in the kitchen, next to a drawing of a, you guessed it, a Christmas tree.

Saturday morning we took the kids to a gingerbread house making party at Ellie's old preschool.

Candy apparently makes Lucy itchy.


And hungry. Look at her. So sly! She couldn't quite believe her good luck. Unlimited Fruity Pebbles? For real?

Toddlers making gingerbread houses. Oy. Talk about herding cats. I was impressed with Lucy actually. She has quite the attention span for crafts. Or maybe she just likes sweets. Let it be known Saturday was the day she discovered chocolate covered marshmallow snowmen. She's a fan.


And if making gingerbread houses wasn't enough, Saturday afternoon while the babies napped, the big kids and I ventured out in the cold to the Frelinghuysen Arboretum to see the Gingerbread Wonderland.


Everyone was feeling especially lovey-dovey that day. I promise I didn't even have to pay Leo to snap this shot-he voluntarily threw his little arm around Ellie.


"Take my picture Mommy!"


And for the piece de resistance, Grandma Jerry's Christmas dresses arrived on Saturday afternoon. Well. Two little girls could not have been happier. They put the dresses on immediately and twirled all over the house. "I want someone who isn't in my family to see me," Ellie squealed. Lucy demanded to wear hers to Costco the next morning.

Who was I to say no?

And Just Like That, Two Holidays (Almost) Down: The Epic Thanksgivukah Post

Well, nothing like Thanksgivukah to really rush you right through the year, right? Sheesh! And then I panicked a little when I looked at the calendar this morning and realized we only have three weekends until Christmas.

Wait, WHAT?

But in the spirit of Living in the Moment:

We lit the candles the first night (which fell the night before Thanksgiving, making Thanksgiving technically the first "day" of Hanukkah. Leave it to the Jews to make it confusing, believe me). And this is what happened. It's a little hard to make out Lucy's expression. But I think you get the idea.



I definitely could not have predicted Lucy's reaction to the menorah in all its glory. This year there was a lot less wonder and awe and a lot more screeching, all from Lucy who demanded to "Get down!" so she could "Blow out the candles and sing Happy Birthday!"

Let's contrast the above photo with the one below (from last year). Such sweet darlings, right?



Before I got all Pity Party about how much harder everything is lately in the land of Twin Two Year Olds, I recalled this little gem:


Ellie was the exact age that the twins are right now. I think you get the idea.

Someone is always mad about something.

Ha ha ha. Kidding.

Mostly.

Back to 2013: Everyone eventually (mostly) calmed down and we finished lighting the candles.

Earlier in the day, I attended Ellie's first grade thanksgiving "feast" and then picked her up from school and we did a bit of shopping for our feast.


Along the way, we were excited to see all the Hanukkah displays. You know those giant blow-up holiday decorations you see all over the suburbs? They now make Hanukkah versions (and no this is not necessarily an endorsement, just an observation). And you know, I've lived in the New York/New Jersey area for over thirteen years and this kind of sight still slays me. Growing up, I always felt like the odd man out who celebrated Hanukkah and now it's just the norm (this photo was snapped at Bed Bath & Beyond).

Ellie and I had such a fun afternoon that Thanksgiving Eve/first night of Hanukkah. Have I mentioned how much I'm enjoying age six? Oh sure she still has her unreasonable moments but she is just maturing so nicely, has such a clever sense of humor and fun disposition. Being out with her is almost like being with a friend-a young, short friend. Anyway, I think you get the picture. Her thoughtfulness really impresses me too.

To wit: We spent a good amount of time in the Target toy aisles trolling for last minute Hanukkah items for her siblings and she genuinely wanted to get everyone something they would like. She would have stayed there all afternoon shopping for other people if I'd let her. Only once or twice did she point to something she might like, but it was very casual and off-hand and not at all insistent or whiney or Buymethatrightnow!

And thank goodness I did have Ellie with me because I am pathologically indecisive and pretty much a horrific shopper. I over think everything. Ellie however, is no-nonsense and was full of wonderful suggestions about Matchbox cars (Harry) and Spiderman action figures (Leo). Lucy is the real question mark this year, as she doesn't really play with toys as much as she plays with people. And since we all know she's going to steal anything Harry likes, maybe I should just get two of everything I get Harry and call it a day? (Kidding of course.)

Not until we were driving home did Ellie wonder aloud if she was getting a Hanukkah present. Darn it! I KNEW there was something I forgot to do! I teased, smiling at her playfully in the rear view mirror. She played along. She knew better.


Up went the decorations this weekend, and the return of Harrystoptouchingthelights!


Thanksgiving Day dawned early as they always do. It quickly turned loud and crazy (don't be fooled by this relatively calm scene).


I got it in my head to make a Toll House Pie this year (it's basically just a giant chocolate chip cookie inside a pie, how can you go wrong?). Ellie heard the words "chocolate chip" and was immediately on board.


Best Thanksgiving Pie. Ever. The End.




I always look forward to watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and this year did not disappoint (yes, that's a few of us watching the parade, in case you were wondering-you can see they're all riveted, although I also think I managed to catch it during a commercial (of which there were many). But really, each year the kids seem to be more and more interested in the actual parade which is fun. Someday, we will all go.


Ellie set the table.


The Meal. The great Thanksivukah mash-up.


Surveying the spread. Harry gave those mashed potatoes a good poke.

Right before the meal, we went around the table and asked everyone to say what they were thankful for. With no prompting whatsoever, Harry said he was thankful for Lucy and then Lucy said she was thankful for Harry. And you know what? It really doesn't get any better than that.


And here is something else to be thankful for. A cheese plate from one of New York City's finest restaurants, eaten in the comfort of my own home. In fact, I think I was in my pajamas when I finally got around to enjoying this little beauty. Talk about grateful.

There are so many things to be grateful for this year: Health, happiness, our extended family, friends, our home and of course a wonderful family of my own that I never in a million years imagined having. They overwhelm me every day, and yet they bring me more joy than I've ever known, to say nothing of all the laughter. Those are fair trade-offs to me.



Here's hoping your Thanksgiving (or Thanksgivakuh) was a great one and that you have plenty to be thankful for too. Wishing you a holiday season full of light and love.

Wherein Harry Thinks We Changed His Name to Harrystoptouchingthelights

He even looks guilty, doesn't he? By the way, the only reason he's not touching the Christmas lights here is because he's holding the television remote control. What can I say? The boy likes electronics. Or, electricity.

Also, note the gaping hole of no lights on that poor tree. Hey, you can only adjust a string of lights so many times before things start to look...sloppy.

But more importantly, the tree is STILL standing. At least, it was when I left for work this morning.

Furiously knocking wood.