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Collection Consternation

The fun part of Pesach cleaning is NOW.  Before the pressure sets in, when you can organize at your leisure, and help your home lose 10 lbs a day (you will also feel lighter as the junk goes!)

So I began in…the boys’ room (one of them).  And I had fun throwing out dozens of prizes that they will never miss.  Superballs, all kinds of plastic contraptions that shoot stuff across the room or up to the ceiling, dismembered pens of all varieties.  Random cards from long-forgotten contests, fake money, key chains of all kinds.

But I have yet to find a solution for my sons’ precious collections.  Although I put my foot down about the bottle caps when they got out of hand, justified because there’s absolutely NOTHING interesting, exciting, educational or useful about bottle caps, I still remain with an entire drawer dedicated to the storage of about 6000 business cards, and arather nice-sized collection of shriveled esrogim.

Does anyone know of a project that can be made out of more business cards than anyone can count?  Maybe one of those HUGE posters, like the kind they sometimes make out of individual faces…I think we’ll try that, and if it works out, look out  for the picture on the blog!

update 1/31/2014…here’s the pic of the finished photo image!  I just wish it would have used more than 400 out of 6000 cards, I don’t think we made much of a dent in the collection!  It was a lot of fun, though.  We drew a grid on 2 2×6 thin plywood boards, then planned what would go where, and last of all, used up all our Elmer’s glue (the purple glue stick wins for quick, flat sticking!) getting everything into place.

photo image of Boy Oh Boy! cover

Business Card Mosaic of Boy Oh Boy! cover

 

What do your boys collect?  Can it be turned into art?  Please show us what you made!

It’s a(nother) boy!

Call me archaic if you will, I’m one of those who walks into the delivery room with NO IDEA what it’s going to be!

By the time I was expecting my fourth, though, I was getting rather antsy.  With three boys at home, could I wait nine months to know what this baby would be?

On the other hand, as the stakes got higher, it somehow seemed more important NOT to know.  First of all, forget it, it would be impossible to keep it a secret.  You know how people are when they’re hoping you’ll have that first girl, they’ll try any tactic to trip you up!  But beyond that, it’s hard to feel exultant about an anonymous ‘nother boy’, and maybe, just maybe, I would feel a bit disappointed for the rest of the pregnancy.  And maybe when that boy would be born, I would greet him with ‘duh.’  I don’t know, I never tried!  But I knew with absolute certainty that after difficult labor, when the baby of newly discovered gender would be placed, ruddy and healthy, in my arms, I would be euphoric either way, girl or boy.  And that was something I didn’t want to risk losing!

So I chose to remain uninformed, and I’m glad I did.

And then, I was expecting number six.  By that time, what can I say? I was feeling the pressure.  It wasn’t me, I was okay having another boy, but I knew my friends were starting to feel weird. Like, what would they say to me if it was a(nother) boy?

So I took matters into my own hands.  All through my ninth month, I coached my friends.  “Listen to what you’re going to say if I have another boy: ‘Another boy?!!!! That’s amazing! Lucky you – six boys…wow!’  And not only that…you know the present you’re dreaming of buying me when I have my girl?  I want it now…I deserve it twice as much if I have another boy!”

That arranged, I could enter my tenth month (yeah, yeah) with a load off my shoulders. I didn’t have to worry about pity calls and half-hearted mazel tovs, I knew my friends would come through for me.

And then, it was a girl!  A darling, pink pink pinkety-pink girl…

But the pressure wasn’t off yet.  You think as soon as you have a girl, you can breathe and have another ten boys?  Not until bas yechida has a sister!

 

I knew I had a boy when…

Just wanted to point out that not all the ‘I knew I had a boy when…’s in the book happened to me personally.  In the original manuscript, I had marked which ones were collected from other mothers, but when they were scattered throughout the book, that notation was lost!  (Due to tight time constraints, I only got the PDF of the typeset version AFTER the book was sent to print.)

So in case you’re wondering, no, we DO NOT have a zoo in our bathroom, and my son did not pull the fire alarm and start a police record at age 3!

 

Carp in the Bathtub

(submitted verbally)

The chapter on jaundice was very interesting.  Here’s something I heard recently (but I think is considered dangerous) – to put the baby in a bathtub with live carp swimming around.  It’s supposed to work like the pigeon cure for hepatitis – the carp absorb the bilirubin.

Please do not try this – I’ve also heard that it’s not effective, because the baby’s liver is not fully mature, and the bilirubin will rise again after the ‘treatment.’

Has anyone else heard of this?  Any professionals have input?