Body ink

Nina noticed my tattoo for the first time today - wearing a tank top (it is a starburst mandala between my shoulder blades). Nina says, "Sun! Touch it!" I said, "Yes, mama has a picture on her back." I could not bring myself to teach her the word tattoo (although come to think of it she has had temporary tattoos). Next time I will point out that I got the tattoo at age 28, and remind her that she can get one at age 28, and not a day sooner. I hope that will be my ace in the hole when she starts requesting one at 15.

Serious VBA here, but Nina likes Yo-Yo Ma. She requests to see him on Tivo or Youtube - "See Yo-Yo Ma. Play cello!" We have a poster from a Pablo Casals festival, and she feels that is Ma also. Not quibbling over details. She also makes a joke - "Yo-Yo Mama" and cracks up.

Forget my earlier post about how hot is is in NC. It is off the charts hot now - at 6pm it was 103, no kidding. It is unsafe to go outside. I cannot believe it. On NPR they reported that a snail in the Seychelles is the first confirmed extinct species due to global warming. Sadness.

PS Happy Birthday to my niece!!

The Wiggles gave me brain damage

I am not kidding, especially the purple one. What is it with those guys? WHY? First of all, I don't think any of them are actually singing - it's all lip synched to studio singers. Secondly, whoever is singing is isn't that impressive anyway. Half their songs are stolen from Raffi. The yellow Wiggle is sort of cute, but I heard he had to retire for medical reasons, and they replaced him. Interchangeable Wiggles?? Nina calls the purple one Jiff - his name is Jeff, but she prefers the Australian pronunciation. The whole thing is a scam, and I'll bet they started it as a joke. And don't get me started on the guy in the dog suit, or the bizarre pirate, or the demented chef. If I have to hear Hot Potato one more time, I'm not sure what will happen.

In other news, you may recall that the J in YJR is for Jews. We were supposed to go to synagogue tonight, finally, but Nina has been sick all week, and it just wasn't going to happen. I don't think I have met one other Jew since we moved here. I did see a person wearing some kind of JCC t-shirt, but restrained myself from accosting her. We'll make it to shul eventually, but for now perhaps I will rename - Lazy Yankee Jews Relocate.

Oh, and finally, in totally unrelated news, the TSA has changed their ridiculous policy on allowing (or forbidding) pumped breast milk in carry ons:

TSA is also modifying the rules associated with carrying breast milk through security checkpoints. Mothers flying with, and now without, their child will be permitted to bring breast milk in quantities greater than three ounces as long as it is declared for inspection at the security checkpoint.

Breast milk is in the same category as liquid medications. Now, a mother flying without her child will be able to bring breast milk through the checkpoint, provided it is declared prior to screening.

Oh, wait, I'll leave you with news of my beloved Duggars. Mazel tov!