Speechless

Galgalatz is a very popular Israeli radio station, which is very difficult to pin down. It plays all sorts of music.

Right now, it is playing "What Does the Fox Say?"

Seriously.

I am speechless, and very, very happy.

(Update: Apparently, they played it because it won today's "soldiers' choice". This is still totally nuts.)

Good Morning

Ever since I've heard it years and years ago, I've really liked the standard Hebrew response to "Good morning" (בוקר טוב), which is "Light morning" (בוקר אור).

Midrashic allusions in everyday speech just make me happy.

The Time Had Come

For a while now, FF's teacher has been encouraging me to get FF on the potty-training wagon, but I keep saying that the kid is going through too many changes right now to deal with it. (Translation: the kid's mommy is going through too many changes right now to deal with it.)

However, knowing that his teacher is right, and having checked the calendar a month before 3-year-old nursery is scheduled to start, and having really pretty much settled in after moving, and having witnessed that the boy is totally physically ready to potty train (Husbinator: FF, sit on the toilet before getting into the bathtub. Do not pee in the bathtub; pee in the toilet. [FF sits on toilet with no result. Husbinator puts FF into bathtub. Less than 10 seconds go by.] FF: I HAVE A PEE-PEE!!! [Husbinator whisks FF onto toilet. FF pees therein, and only therein]), I  started psyching myself up to really get this into gear, already.

So almost two weeks ago, after the kids' (pre-dinner!) baths, I mentioned purely theoretically to FF that BSM gets to wear underpants because he makes in the toilet, and when FF will one day make in the toilet, we have underpants with trucks waiting for him. I was tired after a long day, but I figured this was a logical time to start laying some real groundwork. Maybe even keep it going daily and do a blitz-training over the weekend.

Presumably because I was tired, even given FF's reaction to finding said undies a month ago, I was blindsided when FF responded to my cautious theoretical-groundwork-laying by insisting that he wanted to wear underpants now. I didn't consider timelines and days of week and possible options and responses. I didn't even think to discuss this with FF's Father before wading deeper into dangerous waters. 

I just gave a half-hearted, "You have to make pee-pee in the toilet before you can wear underpants," and then, of course, FF proceeded to make pee-pee in the toilet and demand his promised underpants with trucks on it, and I, on auto-pilot, gave him said underpants in lieu of a diaper.

We had a rough first day or two, but the good news is that FF is officially going to 3-year-old nursery next year!

Groping for Words

Maybe I can't blame this on being bilingual per se, but I love it when BSM gets creative when he can't think of the right word in English. His latest gem? "Fighting mittens." (And no, I don't remember the context, though we were eating dinner when he said it.)