I'm not going to lie - Hanukkah is one of my favorite holidays. I love the candles, love the silly little gifts, love it all.
Here are some snippets from our first night - tell me about yours!
- I'm a little tired. I still haven't been sleeping much. I worked from home today (and yes, I actually worked!), ran on my lunch break, and did little things once I was done working. Dinner felt...daunting. So I begged Charles to take us out, even though we normally do the first night of Hanukkah in. The best part of dinner? On the drive home, my non-Jewish husband spent the whole ride attempting to teach Zoe the first Hanukkah prayer. Here's sort of how it went:
- Charles: Baruck
- Zoe: Baruck
- Charles: Obama!
- Me: NO!
- Zoe: Obama!
- Charles: Ok, Baruck Ata.
- Zoe: Baruck Ata...
- And so on and so forth...they did really well, and she was able to recite most of it with us.
- We came home and lit the candles. True to what you're supposed to do with your lit menorah, Charles put in in our (back, but who's counting) window. However, the blinds weren't up quite high enough, and minutes later I was sniffing. "Hmm...burned plastic..." The blinds are now in the trash.
- Zoe got a Hanukkah bear from Charles's mother, which she promptly named something like "Rorshaw." Then, in her bath, she decided that clearly Rorshaw, a boy, needed to marry her favorite bear "Kesy" (pronounced Keshy...she chose the spelling and pronunciation.), also a boy. They have now been sung to, forced to hug, and danced with, all before bedtime. I think at one point she was marrying BOTH of the bears. On some levels, I'm very proud...on others, completely baffled. Mostly on the names though. What the heck is a Rorshaw?
So yep, that's Hanukkah in our house...at least the first night. At latest count, we have one sinus infection (me), one incredibly runny nose (Zoe) and three tired people Tonight's Hanukkah gifts have all been tucked away under the Christmas tree, ready for another day.
Really, I have no complaints. My cup runneth over.