Let’s be honest: We could come up with any host of “brains.” There’s pregnancy brain, which I believe is a real thing, but there’s also mommy brain. And yep, you guessed it, there’s also infertility brain. We could break it down even further with working-mom brain. I’ve suffered from all of them, individually and together.
I bet there’s also daddy brain, if men wanted to get in on this.
One of the joys of being pregnant is all the excuses you get to make—for eating stuff you shouldn’t; forgetting stuff you normally wouldn’t; saying things you ought not to. Last year when I forgot to get Hanukkah decorations before the stores sold out, I didn’t have a legitimate excuse to fall back on.
This year, I mindlessly scheduled a girls’ trip to Scottsdale—this weekend—the first weekend of Hanukkah. Start the voting for Mother of the Year! In my defense, I’m taking a much-needed three-day getaway with my BF from middle school who’s also pregnant with her second child, and who also went through fertility treatments earlier this year at the same time I did.
We were dealing with our respective fertility issues together—then she found out she was pregnant, au naturel, about three months before I did. So when I got my good news, she was one of the first people I told—we immediately decided to take a little fertilitymoon together to celebrate. She lives in New York, and I’m in Chicago—we haven’t spent more than 24 hours together since she visited me in college. Needless to say, I cannot wait to spend the next three days reliving our silly, permed, hairsprayed, acid-washed, scrunchy-socked preteen years together.
But when we scheduled this, neither one of us realized we’d be gone for the first night of Hanukkah—a pretty big deal to us Jewish moms. But at least I’m not alone in my absent-mindedness.
(And I still forgot to get the Hanukkah decorations.)
So, I’m putting a rush order on a bunch of crap toys on Amazon for Hanukkah, which starts on Saturday. What do you get a three-year-old the months leading up to the arrival of a new baby sibling? I like to get him something for all eight nights of Hanukkah (we’ve got Christmas trees and that Elf on a Shelf thing to contend with). Speaking of, is there a Jewish equivalent? Sounds wacky and fun.
Here’s what’s on my list so far (I don’t get to the stores much so if there’s a hot new toy for toddlers I need to know about, please share below!):
- Star Wars Playskool figures. (Jay has successfully converted our son into a Star Wars fan, at the ripe age of 3.)
- Light Saber with Star Wars sounds
- Lego Walkie Talkies
- This cash register looks cool (Preston loves playing “store”)
- Fisher-Price Triple Hit Baseball
- Baby Alive Wets and Wiggles (I heard this was a good way to prepare him for a new baby entering our lives…too girlie?)
- Fiddlesticks/Tinker Toys/Whatever They’re Called
- And this, because I can’t resist its awesomeness. Am I crazy to get him a drum set when we have a new baby coming?
I’m a total sucker for kids’ toys, but I’m also trying to be mindful of how our sleek city condo is on the verge of exploding—and that’s before we start preparing for this baby. Regardless, I want to make this Hanukkah special for Preston, since it'll be the last one he doesn't have to share with a sibling. (Not that he asked for any of the stuff I listed above. When I asked him what he wanted, he said, "I don't need a new toy." When I pressed him, he said, "A new puzzle?" Awww. He's getting puzzles, books and educational toys from our family.) And p.s. I just ordered the Hanukkah decorations and a bunch of Jewish stuff to help teach him about the significance of Hanukkah.
What are on your little ones’ wish lists? What am I missing on mine? I may have pregnancy brain, but at least I remembered to post this blog while there’s still time to tweak the list!