Shir, are you not able to go alone to synagogue?
I can do this, but it'll mean facing my parents and tell them where I'm going.
My mom was raised very secular and hates most aspects of religion. My dad stopped going to the synagogue after 1973 war and his mother's passing that year. Faith (as in religious faith, not personal "the way of things" faith) is somewhat a taboo to speak of. So I prefer to keep my interest in seeing how it's done in synagogues to later in life, and be with my family.
Right, better go and finish last errands towards this day.
Jewishstas, may you be signed and sealed in the book of life. Happy new year.
Have a happy and peaceful Yom Kipuur and New Year, Shir.
Today Ryan learned the importance of timing. Every night at 10:30, I get to give him his last feed of the day. This involves waking him up gently, then I change his nappy, give him his bottle, have a bit of a cuddle and then put him back to bed. It's a smooth operation; he's back in bed, yawning and settling himself off to sleep again within twenty minutes or so.
Except tonight. I've got his old nappy off, and he takes that moment to grab my hand and start nomming on it. This is extremely cute, he curls up his whole body to hug my hand while he's doing it.) By the time I get myself untangled, I realise it was all just a decoy for his real plan - he's taken advantage of his freebird status to pee all over himself. Cheeky noodle. I now have a baby in a sodden onesie, clearly convinced he's struck a blow for something. Now he's going to get a whole outfit change, and possibly a new bib announcing "Fight the Power!"
Fortunately, he still had his bottle to come, and even if he's wide awake when we start, he's drowsy again by the time he's finished it.He always has a big smile for his daddy when I put him back to bed. Lovely little man.