Monday, February 6, 2012

And the Giants Win the Pennant! Er, Super Bowl!

From green (yesterday's post) to (Giants) blue

A funny thing happened to me on the night when my parents were silently begging me (for once) for a wake-up call anytime between 1 and 4 a.m.: I slept soundly. All through the night. Not a peep.

Super Bowl Sunday is actually Super Bowl Monday in Israel. Monday morning from 1:30 a.m. until the end of the game, after 4 in this case. Normally we wouldn't aim to wake up at these hours, but in this case one of the New Jersey teams was playing - the New York (?) Giants. My parents figured they wouldn't need an alarm to catch the game considering they have me, assistant regional manager, and Lucas, assistant to the regional manager, to ensure their wakefulness. Between the two of us there would be ample opportunity to see the game.

However, I was to be of no help this time as, of all nights, I didn't wake them up. This may sound like Murphy's law, but, actually, it is the Law of Babies, which is a far more Draconian version of the same concept.

Thankfully, Lucas delivered though and just in time. Sort of like Eli Manning! He woke mommy up just before 4 a.m. - perfect timing. Abba was already up with his own internal NFL alarm clock that was honed to perfection this season. Most importantly, they both watched the last quarter and those crucial, excruciating and surreal final few minutes. Great ending (for us), but the tension was made all the more eerie in those pre-dawn hours.

This was me, pre-gaming with my Giants chuchung!
So I may not have helped my parents wake up for the big game, but perhaps that is because I have a lot on my plate these days. Two big events happened in the last week, specifically in one day. On Feb. 1 Mimi left to go back to New York. It was sad when I arrived home and there were only two adult human beings (Lucas doesn't count yet as part of the greeting committee) to fawn over me. I already miss Mimi's presence and all the extra attention. Not to mention the food!

But with Mimi's departure, it was time for me to hurdle yet another milestone in my young life: to take the bus home from school in the afternoon. This means I now have a big-boy day where I clock in long hours leaving the house at 6:40 a.m. and only beginning my commute home from Shalva at 3:30 p.m. I arrive home some time between 4:30 and 5 p.m. Gasp!

Mommy used to pick me up around 1:30 each day, but now, thanks to Lucas, she can't come get me. Mainly because she'd have to carry two of us from Shalva to the car and from the car to our home. She really should, unselfishly, work on her arm strength rather than let me suffer.

Not that I mind my long day. I am surrounded by myriads of ladies who dote on me plus I'm with all my friends and even the big kids (3 year olds) who gather in the TV room for the last hour of our day there. And I get a sandwich too!

Actually, I think mommy and abba are suffering more than I am with my extended absence.

Eating out with Grandma


1 comment:

  1. Wow, this blog almost escaped me, Daniel! ...miss you too, SOOOO much!

    Mimi
    xoxoxoxoxo

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