Is it Friday already??

I can not believe it is Friday already. I feel like i have so much to say so much to tell and it will have to wait......Good Shabbos and Happy New Year to all who celebrate, may this Shabbos and New Year bring all the wonderfulness ( is that a word?) you can possibly dream of! Stay tuned more to come.....

Florida Dreams....

Baby its cooold out there. We have had such a cold front that i actually didn't leave the house for three days.

Rozie just can not tolerate the bitter weather and honestly neither can I. You would think that long hours with my three babes would be a dream come true, but cabin fever sets in real quick, and the few critters that have also moved into our warm home, are about to drive me out.

Today was our first glimpse of the sweet sun and even though the weather felt colder than my icebox the sun drew us out. Times like this i wonder what I'm doing here, why my warm blood is not in a warm climate, dreamin Florida dreams.

Oh i miss the warmth i miss curling my toes in the sand and staying up late with the sun.

I had my first mommy and me at my house and everyone kept saying what a warm house we have. I think i strive to create this warmth because my body aches for it.I paint and decorate in reds and burgundy, the colors of the warm sun.

I ache for the warmth of my kinder when they are asleep. I have been know to sneak a little one into my bed in the night just to feel their sweet warmth. I hug and kiss them more than they want, and trust me i don't care, i will grab whoever is in my reach for a quick bit of their warmth. When all three are home i think my house radiates with warm love, now if i could only melt the outside with it.



I love you my sweet warm kinder from the moon and back a million billion trillion times over!

Hospital visits and Shea butter

When Rozie was born she spent a week in the NICU, even though my body was tired, i never left her side. I didn't want to miss one moment of her precious life. I use to sit in the NICU and just inhale her. She had this sent that was clean with a hint of baby powder, a smell that was all hers.

Later i discovered that her smell was the smell of the hand sanitizer the Sinai hospital uses. This discovery was bittersweet for me. My daughter's newborn smell consisted of medical tubing and hospital grade hand sanitizer, how incredibly disturbing, yet every time i walk into Sinai i immediately run to the hand sanitizer dispenser and inhale, Ahhhh Rozie. How many of you get to bottle your child's newborn smell. I wish my hospital story ended here, but i have discovered that parents of special needs children earn a special hospital mom badges. Rozie had a hard first year and we spent more time in the hospital and doctor office that i would care to discuss, but as she got older her health improved greatly and normalcy takes over. Just this week we spent a few days in the hospital. This was such an upsetting time for me. My daughter was sick and she needed to stay somewhere that was not in my arm. She needed more than love and a caring, she needed professionals. She needed IVs and painful tests, and i had to let them do it. I had to hold my sweet girls hand while they inserted a tiny IV into her tiny veins that are so hard to get to. She cried and cried as they poked her little arm and her eyes screamed at me "Why mommy, why are they hurting me", and how can i explain to those blue pools of fear that they are making it all better. I sat there with her exhausted body in my exhausted arms smelling all the old smells, tubes, wires, and my old friend Mr. hand sanitizer.
This time our visit was short and i bid farewell to all the nurses that recognized her from before. I held our discharge papers with pride and thanked everyone who helped my little girl to feel better, and i also informed each and everyone of them that i hope to never see them again.


We came home and i put her straight into the bath, because Rozie has a different smell now, it consists of baby shampoo and Shea butter lotion, it is the smell of home, the smell of a little girl that is loved and cared for more than words can explain. I needed to inhale that smell and i needed to erase the other smells.
When we got home we discovered a package from our friend Ian. We did a gift exchange on my Baby center Down syndrome forum and Ian's mom sent Rozie the coziest warmest sweetest blanket, made with love. The kinderlach immediately put it on the floor and created the fort of all forts.

She also sent a painted Magen David made from Popsicle sticks. She found this at a local holiday fundraiser sale, and amongst all the Christmas goods was this little Jewish star painted and made by someone with different abilities and she knew we had to have it.I love our little star and blankie, it was just what we needed when we came home.


Mel also came home for vacation , just in the nick of time. My heart was feeling a little down ( hospitals can do that to you) and i needed a pick me up, stat. What better than to have all 3 of my sweet kinderlach home. No hospitals, no dorm rooms, just cozy beds and a warm house.

(someone quick, get this kid a haircut)


I love you my sweet kinder from the moon and back times a million billion trillion

Winter Stepping Stones

Ive fought a good hard battle, but I have lost....winter has won. Its cold, its snowy, its rainy, its slushy, its icy, but it is here, so lets have fun. I got all snow crafty and we made ice stepping stones.
.Metal disposable baking tins
.Water ( not from the hose because i discovered it was frozen)
.Paint or food coloring ( we used paint because the color was more bold)
.Cold weather or freezer
Mix water with desired amount of color and leave over night. In the morning we pealed the pans off and Voila frozen stones to add extra cuteness to our little Shtub.
Rozie lasted about 10 seconds outside for this project and watched us from the window instead.



It snowed again and it stuck for awhile this time leaving a clean white layer of dusty cold.

One of the things i love about the snow is the sun after a storm. As much as i dislike winter i do love fresh snow that sparkles from a new sun, even Rozie was willing to venture outside for this one.

We also have a WINNER ( sorry this took so long) using my friend Random number generator our winner is....#43 Deena R. I'll email you all the details.If you still are looking to win some Little Rozie goods check out this blog. They are raising money to help with the adoption fees for orphans with Down syndrome in other countries. I know it is hard to believe it but if my gorgeous Rozie was born in Russia TODAY, she would be put in an orphanage and if not adopted by toddler age she would be institutionalized, G-d forbid. This cause is close to my heart for obvious reasons. The cost of adopting a child like this is costly but thanks to people like Lilly's mom adoption funds are actually available to help families who want to adopt.

When i think about such things i take my 3 kinder and snuggle real close. I smell their hair and inhale their sweetness. I thank Hashem that Rozie is here to complete our little Shtub. I am thankful that many years ago my family left Russia and Hungry and Poland to start a new life here. I am thankful that we can play in the snow and not hide because we are Jewish, not hide because Rozie is different.
I love you my sweet little kinder from the moon and back times a million billion trillion.

Love Letters and Air Guitar

Recently a friend said to me "why not blogging girl?" and i realized my last post was almost a week ago! So why haven't i blogged , well I'm having blogger block. I feel like i have nothing left to write about. How many posts do you guys really want to read about how much i love my kids, or how junky some people are to special needs adults, children, and even babies. How many times can i write about how i deal with stress and my waterfront coping. Today i sat down at my trusty keyboard and decided i can write till my heart is content.

I can write love letters to my kids and if no one wants to read them that is fine because it is my love and their letters. If i want to write about the excitement my kids have in the morning. How i walk into their bedroom to find Dovie on the dresser singing to his sister.

I can write about how I love it when they both light up and Rozie dances, when we all sing Modah Ani on the top of our lungs. I love the mornings with my kids the energy and the excitement for a new day. I look forward to my morning coffee, and recently i switched to a strong thick mud of a drink that reminds me of Israel. I even have to use a smaller cup because my Rockstar mug was not made for this kind of mud, but the sharpie face makes it ok.

I laugh at how we never ever ever get the Cheder on time. Every morning i say this is the morning we will get to school on time, and it never happens. How could it? We have so much to do: morning air guitar routines, and boy style tea parties ( wooden pretend pizza with mushrooms, and some sort of made up drink)Yum!


If i wanted to i could write about Rozie's longing for outside and how she sits at the sliding glass door looking out,

but as soon as we step outside in that below freezing air she wants to go back in, and is as happy as a clam to observe the outdoors from a warm distance.


I could write and write, so really there is not a blog block at all. More of a confidence issue. Will this post be liked , will this post make it or will it be lost among the many? As i read this out loud to my husband , asking his opinion, i realize , ahhhhh it doesn't matter, so i did a little Dovie inspired air guitar just to prove it.

I love you my little kinderlach from the moon and back times a million billion trillion!

Rock On!!

Recently i got some not such great news.People in my life are making bad choices, so bad i had to make a choice of my own, and step away. I wish i could share here, vent here, but this one is better not shared with the entire world on the internet ( i know its hard to believe). Please do not worry this is not anything to do with my immediate little shtub. We are all healthy happy and cold, its freezing here!B"H

I try to take times like these and reflect so i went to my little beach. Ok, its not a beach ( a girl could dream)but a huge hole filed with water, but i love my hole.

I love the way the sun sets reflect off the water. It might be cold but the water is not frozen yet, so we can still watch a good sunset at three in the afternoon.

When something happens that rocks my world, and not in an awesome ROCK ON kind of way, i start to get all thankful. I get all mushy and so thankful for my husband who knows when things get rough we better find a way to turn it into a comedy routine, and i mean quick. I get all warm and fuzzy with my little kinderlach who bring me such joy i could just squeeze the joy and eat it up. I am thankful for my evening phone calls from my big boy in Yeshiva. I love hearing the husky unsure voice of a teen telling me everything about his new school and why he loves it so much. I am so thankful for these phone calls, and i'll be even more thankful when he comes home for winter break and i can stand on my tippy toes to hug and kiss this big little guy of mine.

Right now as I'm writing this i hear a little voice yelling in excitement "mommy snow"!!! The first snow of the season! Even though i am not a fan there is something to be said for the first snow. It is so quiet, so peaceful. I love how it leaves a clean layer sort of like a clean slate.I feel like i have so much good in my life that these challenges arise i can handle them i might cry i might even yell, but I've got my hole, my loves, and i can wipe tears and walk in the snow with my clean boots and warm gloves, clean my slate. Have a GREAT SHABBOS!
Hey don't forget the winter GIVEAWAY!!!

I'm giving away winter!

It is here, really here? I don't know when the first official day of winter is but when my car thermometer says 25 degrees, the winter is here.

We now are doing daily bundle ups, mitten searches, and hat kvetching.Winter is not my friend i long for the beach and the warm sun, but i will survive.


( Rozie is also not a winter fan)
My new friend Chanale sent my Rozie a perfect headband for the winter and i had to share with you what a cute little number it is. Her mother hand knits these, i don't think i know a more creative family. Knitting, music, photography scrap booking,what else, really?

Thank you Chanale and Chanale's mom we love it!
Tonight is also the last night of Chanukah. Was this not the fastest 8 nights ever. I'm so sad to say goodbye to the Menorahs and decorations. The winter, and Chanukah being over is putting me in a bit of a funk so what better way to send some cheer, but a GIVEAWAY!!!!
I am giving away a $20 gift certificate to my Little Rozie shop just leave a comment here and tell my why you love the winter, maybe i'll be inspired. I'll pick a winner one week from today.I'm also giving 10% off your order until the end of December, a little something to spend your gelt on. Just use the code WINTER10



Good Luck!