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Maisie and I have been banished to my rooms until the gifts are wrapped and the cleaning lady finishes her thing (ie, saving my life).
My Xmas Menu consists of 2 Prime Ribs, a honey ham (I don’t eat ham, but the rest do), and other yummy things I need to start cooking.
(Yes, I am Jewish. No, not everyone else is. We celebrate ALL holidays. If we’ve missed one that may be particularly fun, leave a comment below and we’ll celebrate that as well- a party is a party, y’all)
So, here are the highlights:
My Menorah (it’s a Hanukkiah, people, but Americans always call the Hanukkah one that) and our kickass Xmas tree- obviously right at the end of Hanukkah:
More pics of Desmond, the MINI Cooper Convertible, or what my father likes to call my ‘mid-life crisis’- We made this killer car seat pad from “British Fashionista” fabric to protect leather and I scotchguard-ed it.
He got a unicorn “cutie mark” (as Maisie calls it)
and other ridiculousness… I am restoring this baby MYSELF (yes, I am eclectic like that) and I also have a love of silly things.
Plus- VOILA! Changed out the faded boot emblem
Finally, my nail lady, whom we adore, bought Maisie a giant unicorn (to go with her smaller one). Maisie named it “Sweetheart”
My super smart 4 yr old freestyles about cells, atoms, viruses, Robert Hooke (who discovered plant cells in the 1600s) and other things…
My poor little monkey woke up with a stomach bug. She’s rarely sick, knock wood- and refused to believe there was anything wrong with herself.
She DID have time this morning to want to make math and science vids from her 4 yr old perspective.
#1 tells the difference between googol and Google:
#2 is kind of all about the tastebuds of the tongue…
She’s so cute, even when she’s not feeling well! ❤
My 4 yr old made a “Kawaii Kitty” toy for herself that we designed and she helped sew and stuff the thing.
She has her own tiny sewing machine, but she used the big one today.
Maisie (after using the big sewing machine): “OOOOH, IT’S SOOO FAST!”
Here are her vids- I think she’s adorable.
As she says “Please press LIKE and subscribe” (Actually, she’s just cool with the thumbs up thingies)
and her last video of the night
Four year old Maisie explains “The Bones of the Middle Ear and How We Hear” (and yes, she needs her hair brushed):
And, in this one, she tries to explain how airplanes fly:
I think my kid is stinking cute, super smart, though her English could use some improving (we’re multilingual)- and that EVERY PARENT/HUMAN should watch or let their kids watch Storybots on Netflix. She adores this show and learns SO much.
UPDATE:
Megan, the social worker, called back not even an hour later with a reply!!
1. they used to let you take your body parts home with you, if you signed a waiver of some sort- but now you are no longer allowed to do so due to health and hygiene laws.
2. Megan and I then wondered what the hospital would rule (I like this chick) if, say, someone from an Asian religion had this surgery and needed the part back due to their belief in progressing in their Afterlife.
That was some interesting banter. I really like this office.
I speculated that it would probably be a state’s law and hospital policy call.
For example, in the state of Michigan, you are allowed to opt out of vaccinations due to religious reasons.
Megan agreed. I mean, you could possible do someone irreversible harm by incinerating their spleen or what-have-you and not allowing them to sew it up in an embroidered cloth, simply because they’d believe they were not going to the Hereafter because they didn’t have all their bits.
That could mean a lawsuit.
I then absolutely assured her that they could have my troublesome uterus, as I didn’t want the damned thing, and that this conversation in no way reflected my personal beliefs.
She laughed and told me I needed to go to law school and come work at her hospital.
this is Truth.
Miss Maisie and Me 