A tough few days for Real Real Daddy. Roxanne has one of the many colds floating around the snot nosed American community (though not, thankfully, the nasty norovirus plaguing the City of Boston) which always puts in her a terrible mood for days on end. She was barely civil during my parents' visit and gift giving fest yesterday and was worse, much worse today. We were all supposed to go to a party and I ended up staying home with Roxanne, who would have just fallen to pieces at a crowded house party. She was difficult but okay, then deteriorated once Abby got home and had both of us furious at her and each other during dinner. It is tough to be a parent. I do feel for her, though. It is hard to have a cold, it is hard to be a toddler and it is hard to be Roxanne.
But we are enjoying Hanukkah. We have lit four hanukkiot every night (Roxanne made one at nursery school, and delights in pointing out that it "burns out very, very quickly" as it uses birthday candles) and had a tasty dinner on Friday night with our friends David and Carla. Abby, it must be said, makes awesome latkes. Better than my mother. There, now I'm going to Jewish son hell. I am slowly learning the Hebrew of Maoz Tsur (Rock of Ages), as Roxanne is a fan. And Stella is fitting to crawl any day now, urged on by a seeming unbearable urge to grab and masticate the huge wooden dreidl from Roxanne's Hanukkah play set.
I've also been enjoying Radio Hanukkah on my XM. I heard a great discussion with musical selections about Jewish themed shows on Broadway today, some nice klezmer and cantorial music, lots of Israeli and holiday classics and not too much Adam Sandler. And Matisyahu did the brachot tonight, which was a hoot. Worth a listen, if Hanukkah is your thing.