Peaches & Coconuts: The story of Passover: the finale

Passover has passed, but I still need to tell a bit more of the tale. More journaling. My sister Rachel, the anti-blogger, prefers these kinds of entries. She is a good aunt who loves to read stories about her nephews and watch them in action whenever there’s a video. There are those who prefer a sweet video of an adorable child to meaningless potty talk and sexual innuendos. Rachel is one of them. She scrapbooks. I blog. Need I say more? Yes, yes, lots of bloggers with lovely blogs about scrapbooking. Very nice. What? No! I wasn’t being facetious, and I absolutely was not rolling my eyes. That was an acid trail I was following on the ceiling.

So, this will be the last of the Passover entries where I throw together all the remaining highlights of our visit to Boston and dedicate this blog to my scrapbooking sister and her family for hosting a wonderful Passover.

Thank you to Ron for the delicious feast. He prepared a gorgeous meal that Bubby would have praised. And then she would have said, “Rachel, you know it wouldn’t kill you to learn a thing or two while he’s cooking so that he doesn’t have to do that all the time.” We miss you, Bubby.

Rachel set a beautiful table complete with a Passover-themed colouring station for the boys should they become bored. They didn’t actually do much colouring. We’re a pretty entertaining crew. There were new haggadot supplemented by the original, one-of-a-kind haggadah created by Asher at his Jewish pre-school.

And Passover treats that only a child could love. I gag at the thought of these jellied candies. Easter definitely scores over Passover when it comes to treats.

Thank you to Evan and Joshua for the amazing piano recital. Asher was so blown away by your talent and your posture that he insisted on taking about 35 photos and then begged Auntie Rachel to teach him some piano, too. He left with a couple of exercises to practice until the next visit, and he has been at the piano every day-fighting off his brother who insists on joining him in a duet much to Asher’s chagrin.

A round of applause to Evan who wowed us with The Announcer’s Test made famous by Jerry Lewis.

For those of you who would like to keep the cobwebs out of your brains and the marbles out of your mouths, here is the script for you to commit to memory.

• One hen
• Two ducks
• Three squawking geese
• Four limerick oysters
• Five corpulent porpoises
• Six pair of Don Alverzo's tweezers
• Seven thousand Macedonians in full battle array
• Eight brass monkeys from the ancient sacred crypts of Egypt
• Nine apathetic, sympathetic, diabetic, old men on roller skates with a marked propensity towards procrastination and sloth
• Ten lyrical, spherical diabolical denizens of the deep who haul stall around the corner of the quo of the quay of the quivery, all at the same time.

You may have noticed that Evan did not recite #10. Apparently, Evan has not yet committed #10 to memory because, he says, “I’m not ready.”

Thanks to Joshua’s Chinese Dwarf Hamster, Fat Choy, for putting up with Levi’s heavy hand against his cage. I am not purposefully being politically incorrect (this time). It IS a Dwarf Hamster – not a Little Rodent Hamster or Vertically Challenged Hamster. It’s Dwarf. Joshua named him Fat Choy because he learned that Fat Choy means new year in Chinese. I can’t tell you whether it does or it doesn’t, but that’s what Joshua says. Levi couldn’t tear himself away from him trying to wake him up. “Bok Choy!! Wake up, Bok Choy!!”

We also managed to get out and enjoy a bit of Boston. The New England Aquarium, The Museum of Science and a stroll around Faneuil Hall Marketplace where Asher was able to pick up a souvenir.