We kicked off Chanukah Saturday night with a party at the Omaha Children’s Museum. The under-8 crowd had free reign of the museum for the evening, and dinner was an assortment of tasty treats from a kid-friendly buffet. Naturally, my picky eater only wanted to eat a brownie. Walking/crawling around the museum for an hour must have made him very thirsty, though, because he chugged two juice boxes.
Now, except for Gatorade and Pedialyte when he’s been sick, Levi has never drank juice before. It’s either milk or nothing. But he finished his milk in the car before he arrived, and I could tell he was desperate to drink something. I probably should have rinsed out his sippy cup and filled it with water, but I didn’t think of that. I say should have because I’m pretty sure that drinking all of that juice is the reason why Levi projectile vomited at the table in front of our rabbi and his family.
Side note: Our rabbi is around my age, and I’m actually good friends with his wife. They have a little one who plays with Levi. So it wasn’t as horrifying as it could have been had they been strangers. Or old and stodgy. But it was still pretty miserable.
Lucky for you, I don’t have any photographs from our experience at the museum. But here are some photos of how we celebrated the second night Chanukah yesterday:
- Levi loved playing with the Jewish star window clings my mom sent last year
- JB made his grandma’s latkes (we’re gonna smell like fried onions until the holiday ends!)
- Levi devoured most of his latke
- Our menorah–I love the ombre-style candles
- Opening presents
To all those celebrating… Happy Chanukah!
PS: Levi’s first Chanukah–he was so small!