Navicular subluxation?

So apparently I have been pushing it a little too hard at the gym. My ankle has been KILLING me for a few weeks but I really dislike going to the doctor so I decided to ignore it and hope it would go away. Well guess what? It didn't go away. I went to the doctor today and thought it might be a bad sprain but it turns out it is a little more than that. So - here my blog friends is the beautiful new boot I get to wear for at least the next 3 weeks. I'm so not thrilled about the whole thing but in trying to look at the bright side I announced to the doctor, "Well...at least I painted my toenails."

Moses and the Golden Rat

This is a LO masterpiece that she brought home from Hebrew school this week. I didn't see it until this morning and I certainly understood what she drew but I asked her to explain the picture. (I wish I had taken a better picture of it - sorry!)

Apparently this is LO's artistic interpretation of the Moses finding the people worshipping the golden calf. What you can't see very well is that Moses has a very angry face and the broken tablets are on the ground next to him. I giggled and told her I didn't know that there was a golden rat (hey - doesn't it look like a rat?) She said someone told her to draw udders on it but she thought that was gross. I looked at the worshippers and noted that it is a woman and a little girl. I asked, "Oh my, is that supposed to be us worshipping the golden calf?" Her response, "No way - they have round eyes." Oy...not nice.

Diamonds are NOT my best friend

As you all know, our engagement had not been the usual run of the mill engagement. (Nothing in my life has ever been "usual" so I guess this plays right into the way things should be!) There was no ring. There was no getting down on one knee and asking me to marry him. There was no romantic dinner. And it's all good - I think it's sweeter that when my father came to visit us, PHD asked him for my hand in marriage. In any case, as the date draws nearer, we have started to talk about rings.

This is the part that I hate. I wish he would just go and get one and give it to me. I hate to make decisions. The only thing we agreed upon together was that we would purchase everything in Israel. So - we've got the diamond from a cousin in Israel who is a diamond dealer and now we I have to figure out what we I want to do with it. White gold? Yellow gold? Diamonds on the side? Plain diamond? Ugh. Too many choices. If you had to pick from these, which would you pick? I am SO OPEN for suggestions.

What not to wear

This is what happens when a Floridian tries to dress for cold weather. (Yes - it was in the 60's this morning and we were FREEZING.)

This is also what happens when LO picks out her own clothes. What you can't see in the picture is that her sneakers have PINK trim on them.

When I came downstairs and saw her I tried not to giggle but the look on my face must have told all and she knew that there was a possibility that she just might not match so well, so she said, "Do I look meshugge? I have another plaid skirt I could wear instead."

Um...I don't think another plaid skirt would fix it sweetie.

(I should probably add that when I asked her to let me take this picture she said, "No! You're going to show it to all your friends." Boy, does this kid know me or what?)

LO has a boyfriend

So I was cleaning up in LO's room the other day and on her desk I saw a piece of paper with a heart drawn on it. Inside of the heart was her name + the name of a little boy from our shul.

(I was a little surprised since she is and will always be my baby but she's NINE! Isn't this too young to be having the whole "puppy love" thing going on?)

I thought a little more about it and then I realized that after Shabbat services, she always runs off into the social hall and I always see her with him. (YIKES!) So I decided to say something to her. Her response? "Well, you want me to be with someone who is Jewish." How on earth could I argue with that?