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The Frozen Chosen Purim Party

The girls and I went to a Purim Carnival today.

The last time I attended a Purim Carnival was as a child. My memory is of people throwing sponges at my uncle’s face. My memory may have made this up. I’m awaiting verification. (UPDATE: VERIFIED!)

Needless to say, this was Erma and Sigourney’s first encounter with the Jewish festival holiday. Their favorite things about the Purim Party:

  • Playing games
  • Eating yummy food with friends
  • Shaking the groggers (noisemakers)
  • Throwing darts at balloons
  • Getting dressed up in costumes
  • Seeing other kids dressed up
  • Winning prizes
  • Dancing (Sigourney)
  • Running around (Sigourney)

Somebody let a four-year-old with questionable aim throw darts at balloons.

Sigourney tries the hamentashen — a triangular cookie with a filling. This one was a jelly filling. It was delicious. Sigourney “no liked it,” but I sure did.

Erma guessed closest to the real answer of how many Tootsie Rolls were in the Tootsie Roll bank — and she won them! Also, her Waldo glasses have been slightly altered by a reckless little toddler. Maybe that’s why everything has a warning on it that it’s only intended for ages 3 and up.

We came home and I tried to find our groggers. These are noisemakers, and when you turn the crank, they make lots of noise. When you hear the name of the awful man Haman, you shake them like crazy. Yelling out some loud BOOs is also encouraged.

I couldn’t find our groggers. Erma was sad. She said, “Aw, I wish I could MAKE my own groggers.”

So we did.

To make our own groggers, we filled some empty containers (a vitamin bottle and a sour cream tub) with macaroni and wagon wheels and then painted them.

Erma asks me if it’s okay to fingerpaint her grogger…after she fingerpainted her grogger. I told her no, it’s not okay. What’s she going to do about it?

The finished groggers. Shake shake shake!

Summer Sabbatical: Final Report

Erma took a preschool sabbatical this summer so she could concentrate on some professional development efforts. In non-academia-speak, she (we) quit preschool and she stayed home with her dad. As the summer comes to a close, here is her final report of her summer accomplishments:

Cultural Exploration. Erma performed a native Midwestern-and-Brooklyn dance in celebration of the Fargo Street Fair.

Astrophysics. Obviously, this is a rocket ship that is headed to the moon, using the power of a helium-inflated monkey to guide its course through the universe. The rocket is sealed with duct tape, so as to ensure the passengers’ safe travels.

Extra-curricular Noodle Aquatics. Learning to swim 101. Instructor: Max. Next up: private autumn lessons with N8.

Professional-Level Gaming. Namely, animal yahtzee. She is training for the championship triple yahtzee showdown at Grandma and Papa’s this fall.

Equestrian Studies. Look. I’m on a horse. (Too played?)

Construction Management. Overseeing the building and installation of the front yard swing handcrafted by her father, formerly known as Flathead and now known as Math Robot.

Waldo Watching/Esteem Building. “I found Waldo! I found Wenda! I found the dog tail. I found the KEY! I am so good at this!”

Archaeological Dig. For marshmallows and goldfish crackers. There are five of them, somewhere in the Reading Room. Annnnnd…go!

Geological Sciences. Pet rocks! Rock n’ roll! Erma’s rock house is home to three rocks. They are all named Emilia. My rock, Roxanne, is also crashing at the rockpad for a while, but just until she finds her own habitat.

Mathematics and Quantum Mechanics. YOU CANNOT PLAY OUTSIDE UNTIL YOU ANSWER A MATH QUESTION. WHAT IS FIVE MINUS TWO? WHAT IS THREE PLUS THREE? WHAT IS  H_x + H_p \ge \ln (e \pi)?

Now that the summer is falling off (is it? is it ever?), Erma’s sabbatical has come to its close. It’s now time for kids’ gym, free swim, and fish crackers at her new preschool.

And maybe just one or two more marshmallow hunts.