Sort of Wordless Wednesday: Me vs. My Mandoline (& no, that is NOT the instrument)

Ladies and gentlemen, meet my nemesis, my newly purchased mandoline. For you idiots people out there who think that's an instrument, please refer to your dictionary immediately. Anykitchentool, because WWMD (What Would Martha Do) is always my mantra when I'm in the kitchen, I knew I had to own a mandoline. But I wasn't willing to go for the gold; no, I had to buy the el cheapo OXO brand from Bed, Bath & Beyond.

Never again.

And perhaps never again will I have perfect juliennes, and thus Martha Stewart will never be my BFF.

This, my friends, is what happens when The Mother Load (who is accident prone to begin with and completely klutz-i-fied) steps not-so-gingerly into the ring with the wrong kitchen tool:

Here, let me give you "The Finger."

I'm just joking---not giving you the bird, but hard to photograph it.

Now compare the tips of both fingers. Not hard to see which one is injured.

The Father Load had to cauterize my finger with silver nitrate, which was so not fun, but it stopped the bleeding. Nevermind that my screaming propelled my progeny into utter hysterics (methinks fingertips are loaded with nerve endings). #MomFail. Should've thought to remove the girls from the house before hubs attempted to fix my boo boo.

Needless to say, typing has become slow and problematic.

What valuable lessons have you learned today?

Wordless Wednesday: Crazy Bird Lady & What Little Jewish Girls Do With Easter Baskets

Just for Ian over at The Daily Dose of Reality, I am participating in Wordless Wednesday, which I don't normally do. Because Ian is a fellow Jew, I know he especially will appreciate photos of my little Jewish darlings at their first Easter Egg Hunt. Our sweet neighbors invited us, and we love to expose the girls to all different religions, holidays, etc...

I made these for some of our neighbors. This is about as crafty as I get, people. I borrowed the idea

from another mommy who brought them as gifts to the teachers at school. So I can't take credit for it.

The neighbors brought us to their country club and they had birds and owls on display! LOVED IT!

Me and Izzy

The Father Load and Izzy

Crazy Bird Lady and Toucan trying to eat her necklace.

One of the birds even rode a bike. The kiddos were completely enamored.

Little Jewish girls don't know what to do with Easter baskets, so they became hats.

The Father Load with Abby on the left and Izzy on the right.

The four of us. Izzy is on the left. Abby is between me & The Father Load.

It is impossible to get everyone to look at the camera all at once.

Wordless (or not so Wordless) Wednesday & Silly Haiku

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Miss Abby on the 2nd night (Saturday)

Miss Izzy on the 4th night (Monday)

Here's my silly haiku---Check out You Know...That Blog to play along!

The kids learn to light

Candles burn little fingers

Happy Hanukkah!

Wanted to share my favorite Hanukkah thoughts for parents shamelessly plagiarized from “The Jewish Parent’s Almanac” by Julie Hilton Danan:

Oil gives both light and nourishment, just as a parent should give his or her children both spiritual inspiration and emotional nurturance. The most repeated Hanukah miracle is the story of the small cruse of oil that contained enough fuel for only one day, yet burned for eight days. That Hanukah miracle (whether understood literally or metaphorically) says, in the fashion of David Ben-Gurion: Sometimes the dreamer is the realist. ... So many times, especially with small children, I’ve felt “burned-out." The sages taught that one is not to rely on miracles. Parents shouldn’t expect to give constantly, without any self-nurturing to ease their task. The biblical concept that a parent should be “honored” (and not just respected) indicates an understanding for the needs of the parent as a person. Of course we need to take care of our own needs — spiritual, emotional, physical, and intellectual — in order to give abundantly to our children.