Jumping in Puddles

I realized today the importance and symbolism of jumping in rain puddles. In little ways, for the last two years, I've been allowing the "mess" of a "puddle" because I'm the mother of a little boy. I didn't jump into the adventure of raising a boy well prepared....just prepared enough. When I was pregnant, I often wondered what kind of mother I would be to a little boy, having been raised in a family of all girls. Not only the fact that I lacked exposure to boy stuff, I also worried about my own personality, which could be described as type A: organized, perfectionist, neat freak, and a just a little intense. I worried about worrying over all predicaments little boys get themselves into, not to mention the multiple injuries that can be collected on a boy's body.

However, I determined that, no matter what, I would let my little boy be a little boy. If it totally stressed me out and worried me sick, well, then God would just have to grow me up in that area. I was NOT going to compromise his masculinity to make myself feel at ease. And looking back on these two years with Ethan, I see how God has been gently giving me the grace to lighten up and let go. First, he matched me with a man who is as laid back as they come; so far off the type A chart, I don't even know if there is a chart to describe what type he is. I do know that nothing stresses him and he doesn't show any anxiety even if he is under tremendous pressure. He is gentle and gracious, loving and kind and never impatient. So, before I had Ethan, I had two years to learn to "go with the flow" or come completely unraveled trying to stress out for both of us. God also placed me in a country where nothing happens in an orderly, efficient way. My desire to daily be productive was out the window in very short order (no pun intended). I soon realized that a productive day in Israel meant getting ONE thing done. One errand, one phone call, one of something, but not a bit more! So the combination of adjusting to a laid back culture and two years of a marriage to a laid back guy gave me the perfect preparation for being the mother of a son.

Sometimes it's a conscious decision to let Ethan "destroy" something. I often stop and ask myself, "Is it really that important for him to not climb on....?" "What is the difference between picking up toys and picking up my clothes that he has emptied from the drawers?" "If I want him to be safely near me in the kitchen, then I have to let him empty some cabinets and 'mop' the floor with my dish towels." The good news is that little kids are washable. And I'm happy that Ethan is starting to enjoy helping me pick up and clean but I wouldn't trade that for his natural instinct to make a mess and explore every aspect of his environment.

Today we put on our rain boots, ran outside and laughed and giggled in the rain puddles. There isn't a sound in the world better than that of a child's sheer delight. What did it cost me? Only some time and some wet clothes. What did I gain? JOY....and a very happy, wet, muddy, cute-as-could-be two year old. Priceless.

Family Fun Friday

I think I'll create a whole pictures album of our fun family excursions on Fridays. Well, that is, if I can remember to take pictures! Our morning started by stopping at Geri's auto shop for some free coffee from his new machine in the customer waiting area. We were excited to meet an allergist there since I've been needing to get Ethan's rashes checked out. My enthusiasm died when we saw him taking a smoking break outside. Allergist/ smoker....hmmm.... I think not! Another customer asked how long David and I had been married because we looked so much alike. Now, that's a first! This country never ceases to amuse me! I explained to Geri that we had to head on out because it was family day. He told me, "No, Geri gets David on Friday. You can have him on Saturday!" Hahha

We had planned to take Ethan to a huge covered mini carnival that I discovered a week ago while going to a horse show with my friend, Sue. It was closed on Friday but open on Sat. so we decided to come back at a later date. This is so typical. The plans we make falling through because of random "store hours." Nearby is a really nice, "almost like America " grocery store. I'm ashamed to say that we got much amusement out of discovering all the new products they now have after being gone from Israel for a year. We found Captain Crunch Red Berries cereal, wasabi flavored sesame seeds, and some sort of yummy potato cakes--Ethan loved the free samples so of course we bought them. So we spent our precious family time wondering around a grocery store! Then we went home for naps. We are a family that LOVES naptime!

After a long rest, we headed back out, this time going to the Technion's main campus up on Mt. Carmel to their indoor pool. Ethan loves swimming but he isn't the least bit scared of the water and wants to escape my grasp the whole time. I would occasionally let him wiggle free and go under water. He would just come up laughing, wanting more! He's pretty good at holding his breath but sometimes forgets in the excitement of the moment! The water temperature was perfect for lap swimming but Ethan and I got cold pretty fast so our fun didn't last very long. I think I'll try to get a family pass and take him more often--with his floating raft! It totally wore me out trying to hold on to him. In fact, I have sore muscles today from all the water wrestling I had to do with him!

We spent the evening eating leftover turkey pot pie with our neighbor and classmate, Greg, and freshly baked caramel chocolate pecan popcorn. I'm enjoying our fake fireplace and our little trees. I'm especially enjoying putting Ethan to bed with no tears. I still stay in the room with him until he falls asleep but he is doing great staying in his bed all night! And, look at me, I'm blogging!

Zippori National Park

On Thursday, I took Stephanie and her mom, Debbie, to the Lower Galilee to visit the ancient town of Zippori....now a beautifully preserved archeological site. They were wanting to gather some information and do a little research for Steph's sister who is writing a paper on the Jews that inhabited Zippori when it was occupied by the Romans. The drive there was so beautiful. I love all the agriculture in the North and love the rolling hills and just being out of the city. The view from the citadel in Zippori was so lovely. "Why is it called Zippori? Because it is perched on top of the mountain like a bird" (Babylonian Talmud, Megillah, 6a) Zippori was one spot where the Jews decided not to resist the occupying forces and submit to the rule the Romans, lively peacefully among them. There were numerous well preserved mosaics that I really appreciated and wished my artist Grandmother could have seen with me! The very first excavations took place in 1931 but they just recently (1994) uncovered the only remaining synagogue on the site. I always find it so amazing that much of the history in this Land is just now being uncovered. Makes you wonder what else lies beneath! I'm too tired tonight to give a full recap, so if you're curious... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zippori

I will say that I learned an important lesson, two year olds are not much fun at archeological sites! He wanted to run and climb everywhere that was "prohibited" and there was no time to read any marques or take the pictures I wanted! I did get a few that I'll add to my facebook page. Anyway, it was a special treat to go on such an interesting icursion. I wish that gas wasn't so expensive here ($6.50/gal) so that we could do A LOT more exploring!!! There is sooooo much to see and everything is so interesting.

Thursday night I decided to clean up the apt and get out Christmas decorations. I was so excited to decorate and put on Christmas music I streamed online and Christmas pjs and Santa hats....thinking Ethan would join in the merriment. Wrong. He liked unwrapping the ornaments for the miniature trees but then hated the arrangement of everything else. He was fussy and cranky the whole evening. I finally decided that he just hated Christmas. We took a break and dropped in at Steph's. She declared that Ethan was just Jewish at heart! But, when we got home, David arrived from a long day at school and Ethan was DELIGHTED to show him the trees and decorations. Next morning, he wanted the lights turned on first thing! There is hope after all.

There is so little to remind us of Christmas here. I get "December homesickness," wishing for time with our families and for Ethan to enjoy all the fun traditions we grew up with. I bought him an advent Calendar thinking it would be great since he loves "lift-the-flap" books. I had no idea that under each flap was a piece of chocolate. I'm pretty sure Ethan is allergic to something in chocolate because he gets a rash around his mouth whenever he eats too much. Needless to say, the Advent Calendar is now appearing in the form of little red bumps around his mouth!

Park Day...

Having a very active 2 year old, without a yard, makes parks a necessity! Today was a park day. After dropping David off at school, getting my nearly flat tire pumped up, and picking up shoes being repaired by a cobbler....Ethan was starting to lose hope that we were truly headed to a park. Oh, and we stopped at the East West -Balagan store....this store is a dream come true....everything I need for curry! I was VERY excited to find artichoke hearts, Jack Daniels bbq sauce, canned mango, sweetened condensed non-dairy something or other, and light corn syrup!!!!! YEAH! Now I can make popcorn balls, not with all those ingredients--with the corn syrup! :) I'll pretend like it's Christmastime here. I have hopes of putting up our little tree in the next couple of days. I had another reminder today of just how much attention Ethan and I get here for our fair skin. In the Asian store, I'm shopping away while Ethan is stacking coconut milk cans and I look over to see a worker taking a picture of him on his cell phone! I just had to smile to myself. They were in love and wanted to give him candy to keep him awhile! Okay, maybe I shouldn't try blogging at 2 am...brain is asleep. Earlier tomorrow. Stephanie and her mom are taking me and Ethan to see some ancient ruins tomorrow morning! Yipee!!!

Sleep Training Cont.

Ethan continues doing well putting himself to sleep for naps and bedtime. He is still waking one to two times in the night but is fine with me coming into his room and just "tucking" him back in. Last night he woke up crying with very itchy bug bites and I decided to just let him sleep with us. Probably a bad idea. We will see how tonight goes. I was just too tired to sit by his bed and talk him back to sleep after putting cream on his bites. The following is the commentary my dad e-mailed me from my first blog on the topic:

"Your physical (and joyful) presence in the final (successful) training was essential for two reason. 1) you stay relationally connected with him which is powerfully calming in itself and enables him to "remain himself" even when he feels sad or angry. Because the "bigger brain" he is lovingly attached to (yours) is right there and connected with him, he doesn't lose track of his true self (and end up in a melt-down.) That true self was created in your presence and was molded by what he saw in your (hundreds and hundreds) of reactions to him from day one. So he doesn't "lose himself" as easily when you're there. 2) As you stay calm, loving and firm in your directions to him while also synchronizing with his emotions you are literally "walking him out" of his distressed state to one that matches your feelings of peaceful, loving and secure connection. That's what we call "joy" in our shorthand. And you are helping him travel his own "return to joy" path in this new context of sleeping alone. There is detailed brain science (physiology) behind all this that has been unpacked over the last 10 years. The psychology research which applied attachment theory to "real life" goes back a little farther. What's exciting is the growing understanding of how the two fields relate to each other."

Now I'm trying the same "stay connected and happy" techniques to training Ethan to not crawl all over me and fuss while I'm talking on the phone and working on the computer! That will be my next "parent and child in training" blog.

On another topic....last night Stephanie's parents took us out for sushi in Caesarea. It's our favorite sushi joint in Israel. Not uncommon in Israel, this nice restaurant is attached to a gas station. It's a bit shocking to walk into a nicely decorated sit down restaurant right next to a stop and shop gas station. Just another example of Israeli's quirkiness! Anyway, we had such a nice time with them. It's so neat to meet our friends' families as this all gives us a better picture of "where we came from." I've always been fascinated by the unique "culture" of each family. And speaking of culture, I've had a growing realization that anthropology is an area of study that I have significant interest in. I don't know why I hadn't pursued this in my college years since I've always known I LOVE people. Now, my years living overseas is increasing that desire to study different people groups.

For right now, the topic of study at hand... HEBREW! I'm now frequently getting the line, "You've lived here for 2 years and you still don't speak Hebrew." Yes, I'm feeling ashamed of my pitiful efforts and I'm kicking into high gear now with the help of Rosetta Stone! The straw that broke this camel's back was the HUGE misunderstanding I had with the local grocer about ordering Thanksgiving turkeys. To make a long story short, she mixed up Tuesday and Thursday, ordered the birds for the wrong day, sold one bird when I didn't retrieve it, and then couldn't find another bird in all of Israel! I need to learn Hebrew. period.