That was hard

So yesterday on the spur of the moment my darling husband mentioned that there was a Lag B’Omer bonfire at the shul/school down the street from us and why don’t we go?

Ok – I said shrugging off the tiredness of the day. So away we went.
It was super fun!

You try keeping track of 2 small kids in the throng of people while it gets progressively hotter and the bugs come out to feast on you. Then throw in some darkness, and a huge bonfire to keep them away from. It was total chaos, but oh such fun!

Yoni came back soaked from head to toe from the fire hose – and I was mortified until I learned that he wasn’t the only one.
It was so hard to let him go and have fun with his friends, but I did the best I could. I gave him a visual boundary (ME: DO NOT, under any circumstances, go past that tree there - do you see – the one 5 feet from the fire pit) and let him at it. He was laughing and screaming and having a grand time. Until he got tired. Then he was a little whiny. But it was hard for me to let him go and have fun...not Israeli enough I guess.

Yael also had a great time and she was the belle of the ball. Someone had dressed her in a very cute blue and white checked frock with a collar and rutching with mushrooms. She also got to see all her teachers – old, new, favorites and not so much. She also had a side pony tail that was just too adorable (I, unfortunately, was not responsible for any of her outfit)

Here's a picture of a different outfit of my beautiful tomboy princess:

Gotta love the barefoot tree climber in a pink organza (Is that what you call that material?) dress

Here's another on, just to show that this was not a one-time affair:and that both my children are barefoot tree climbing monkeys. Just goes to show anything is possible if you don't tell them they can't do it, they'll show you they can.