But then he returned. Perfect piece of plywood covered in tin foil. Foil nests to hold candles. Sticky Tac holding the candles to the board, one a bit higher representing the Shamus. It's rad. So Jeffy lit the candles and sang the song, the kids flailing behind all, "Barukah, lalala....". It was after we cut down and put up our tree. The house was ablaze of tradition and history, of then and now.
Tonight is the fourth night of Hannukah and I think we're all getting the hang of it. Eliana declared in the car on the way to visit Poppy tonight, "I LOOOVE being Jewish! But mommy's not Jewish, right? Just you, Dada and me and Solomon and PopPop. But not mommy."
Jeffy tried like the devil to find an actual mennorah to bring his dad tonight. He finally found himself in Target asking some chick named Nature where to find one. Needless to say, he was sent all over the store. And they didn't have the proper candles, so he bought birthday. Rainbow. And they didn't have gelt, so he bought a chocolate bar. With some Hebrew wrapping.
PopPop seemed to sort of get it. He was certainly glad to have us all there. And he used the word, "Nosh," wish means he was thinking with his Jewish brain. I loved it.
I'm so, so proud of how hard he's worked these past few months. Eight more days of being boss and then Julie returns and our lives can have some sense of normalcy again. He's been awesome, though. I can't wait to take him out on Friday to celebrate.
We did go out for a bit this past Friday. And a weird old lady at the Union Club came up to our table with her old camera and said, "I do feet." I think my white tights and red boots and Jeffy's white, polyester bells caught her eye. We took off our coats and reveled our whole get-up. Next thing we knew, we were in the girl's bathroom posing. Jeff was mortified. I loved every second of it.
We're figuring out how to rock this thing together. Our eyes grow wide again and again as we listen to our daughter who seems to never stop talking, moving, singing, putting dreaded curls in her mouth.
And Big Sol. Who is so damn articulate and beautiful and greets me each afternoon with big lip kisses. He's the best kisser ever. Hopefully he won't destroy all the ornaments.
When Soli was finally up and Jeffy back, we were ready to hang. At which point all Soli wanted to do was run his wagon as fast as he could into the sofa and all Jeff wanted to do was get the tree perfectly straight which was a huge task. Elie and I should have hung without the boys. Because they are so not sentimental like that.