That's another Davinaism.
Yesterday, I went to get Davina at the garderie. She usually tackles me with a loud "MOMMMEEEE!" Sometimes the other kids make fun of her calling me "Mommy" and she always turns around and says "Ça c'est ma maman" or "That's my Mommy" except that she's using "ça" which is usually reserved for objects...
Oh well. Instead of her usual greeting, she actually cried "no!" and kept playing. Davina, aren't you happy to see your Mommy. Well, I guess I didn't stack up to Playdough, which rules the universe.
That was a first. She's shifted from Freed Prisoner to Back to the Gallows.
Ronnie and Talia are all thrilled that I'll be getting them from school. Passover does not fall on vacation this year, even stranger since it does coincide with Easter. We have two strange short weeks...and then go on vacation for 2 1/2 weeks (the half due to yet another holiday). So no Switzerland. No babies in front of Alps photos this year. It'll be Barcelona, separately. Passover at home. The kids will eat here...but they haven't seen what we're eating! No bread. What fun.
Daniel's perfecting his matza-meal cakes. He did pretty well earlier today. I, of course, took the girls to the annual Easter Egg hunt at the Consul General's residence. Ronnie decided he was "too old" and I haven't told him that his buddies Killian and Matthew were there. One girlfriend came with all of her three...the youngest older than Ronnie. So he stayed home and cooked with Papa.
It was cold. I'm warming up with a cup of green tea our ex-neighbors brought me from Japan. They also gave us a massage chair and a bread machine before we both moved out. I was very grateful for it all.
Our old apartment has been sold, but it was to friends of the new owners so who knows if it was worth the 580,000 they paid. That's euros, not dollars. We're talking $600,000 for that apartment. Gasp! The view wasn't that nice...
So this afternoon, I'll be putting bread stuff away. No burning fests. I can only take "meaningless religious ritual" so far (a friends' quote).
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