Or as Hannah says, “Happy Birthday, Hannukah!”

By the way, Rachel has determined that the happy dreidel in the middle is not a man, Mr. Dreidelman, or a woman, Mrs. Dreidelman. “It can be anything it wants to be!”

Now, imagine us dancing around the living room to this music.

(I promise I am not on this audioblog. Professional Hannukah singers only.)

Now smell a brisket in the oven. Hannukah party tomorrow night.

I think I just may be becoming a good Jewish mother.

(Oy. Talk amongst yourselves.)

I know I promised you all a post on being an interfaith family. The truth is, I’ve thought a lot about how I would write such a post and have come to conclusion that I’m a little shy about getting that personal. Let’s just say it is a work in progress and a lot of work, but very rewarding. Before we had kids we joined an interfaith discussion group, which helped a wee bit, but after having kids I’ve come to the conclusion that you have to just jump in and “do it” and learn as you go. I believe God brought my husband and I together, so how can our union of faiths be wrong. At the same time, it is easy to just let religion go in an interfaith union, because it is harder work than in a normal marriage. If you are willing to put in the work, however, you have really thought about your faith, articulated what it means to you, and are able to share that with your family in new and creative ways. Your faith becomes a true working, living faith. I don’t know how the story will end, but I will work hard to make it a happy one. Stay tuned….

Every Sunday my grandmother and father parted ways in small town Minnesota, my grandpa heading toward the Catholic church and my grandpa towards the Lutheran. They continued this until my grandfather died a little over a year ago. I’m not sure this relates here, but it sure fascinates me. My grandfather made sure all six of kids followed him to the Catholic Church while my grandmother worshipped alone. I wonder how my life would have been different if she had been given charge of their religious upbringing. Hmmm. I think it would have made an interesting difference.

I’ll think about that while I check the brisket.

Now go on. Stop kvetching and talk amongst yourselves.