Updates on previous posts

Update to Post 1:
We will never again darken the door of the restaurant where they had to call the paramedics a few weeks ago. We tried again this time with the whole family on a night where if you order an entree, a kid's meal is free. The place was packed but we found a table toward the back. The twins were all over the place and made E very anxious. Then we invited some friends to join us to help fray the toddler factor among more hands that were less tired of dealing with it. So we are now 3 mistakes in...1 busy night, 2. restless toddlers and anxious parents and 3. waiting (never a good thing no matter how long with twin toddlers) for our friends and then drinks/chips to arrive.

The next part was a genuine good-hearted attempt by our friends to help us that backfired in a big way. When we eat out (which is less and less so at this point) we do so kosher style. That means we'll never have a cheeseburger [we are trying not to mix milk and meat at the same meal (although we were at a Mexican restaurant)] And we don't do seafood at all so as to avoid shrimp, oysters, etc. Another thing that we do is to try to avoid pork. But at a steakhouse, I'll eat a steak - just not covered in garlic butter or with a sour cream laden baked potato. Our friends and family are aware of this issue. Our friend was trying to be sure that the beans did not have pieces of bacon floating in them so he asked if they use pork in their side dishes. The poor unsuspecting server enthusiastically assured him that they do use pork in their beans - both the soupy kind and the mushed up kind) AND in the rice as well. Well that was the end of our dinner that night. We had just finished ordering the meal and when we heard that [on top of the fact that our oldest had dropped and broken a plate, the girl child didn't want to come in becuase of the last time we were there and the restless twin toddler nightmare] That sealed the deal. We couldn't get out of there fast enough. We paid for the drinks and the chips and beat feet. Poor server. She didn't know what she had said and our friend was concerned that he had ruined our night.
I on the other hand completely see the writing on the wall that this was just a very big wake-up call that we need not frequent this establishment. It is Kosher Month here in H-Town after all [another irony not lost on me, either] The fact that we left the restaurant without dinner raised a lot of questions for my kids and I was glad that Eran was in the mood to discuss the matter with them. He explained without mincing words that he was not about to compromise his Jewish beliefs now that he was informed with 100% certainty that the food contained non-kosher pork.
We went home and I made them quesadillas (Mexican theme) with the kosher pizza cheese that I had bought over the weekend.


Update: Sibling speak
Ben calls his sister Aya which could be a mix of my Ya-Ya or La-La nomikers that I gave her.
He calls his brother Loni which is close to Yoni which is what we call him in the family. Poor kid, they call him Jonathan in English, Yonatan in Hebrew and we all call him Yoni - split personality much? At some point I guess he'll get it all straightented out.
Daniel seems to speak a little different than Ben. As was the case in his previous class setting, the teachers adore him and speak highly of him (other than his biting) But Ben is the one who steals all the thunder at home.