Sabtoosh in the age of the instaosh

Many grandchildren, many joys. Much has been said about it, even more has been written. The heart expands and expands, as the dining table grows larger and larger. Little and big cheers erupt from the balcony to Huadi. When there is a series of grandchildren of various ages, all the steps are repeated.

Renewed experiences with adolescence, dealing with early puberty, grandchildren with tight schedules, from a tough training camp, to meetings with girlfriends.

"Shimcharish"

"Grandma, look at the beauty of a ``sharkish'' (shark-shaped kibble) the teenager is sending me straight from Tik Tok. "Wow dear" I interrupt. "Grandma, it's a discount. Enter the link," she adds. "I've already visited the link my sweetie, I've already checked two websites and here... I ordered "Shamichorish" for you from here." "Grandfather, what a champion you are!. How did you come to such a price?'' the sweetie responded.

"That's how it is when there's a sabtush in the age of the instoshI smiled.

Then began a campaign of marking gifts for the end of the freedom from Sabtoosh's websites. They are in their business and I am... a solid envelope of presence, table treats and what not.

An invitation from her granddaughter

To receive an invitation from her granddaughter for a joint photography workshop was a surprising gift, certainly from the teenager. A wonderful morning of learning in the open space. A morning of "nonsense" rolling on the grass, on the concrete, on all fours, on six, and everything, to find a suitable angle together.

Hot summer, hot summer and we are on the sidewalk. Entering the frame, exiting it, chasing our silhouettes, identifying transparencies that we like, choosing a figure, choosing a background. we are together A teenage granddaughter and a raging grandmother.

That's how it is in the age of Instagram – "Kaithana"

Follows the innovations of the sessions for the new generation of babies who joined the family this year and also checks for those who are on their way to us. immediately…. Going to be implemented in "Kaithana". The little ones who have just been born get ten wet in the heat of July and August from anywhere in the world. Rolled towel under the chest, strengthening the back and wading in the water.

The hands wade in the water, make sounds, enjoy the touch, and the shoulder blades are held up. Not on Instagram. Coordination games from Australia, sensory development develops hope, patents for strengthening the spine and stabilizing walking from Japan.

Piano with grandma

Playing with grandma on the piano she got from her grandmother. Tiny fingers learn to walk on the keyboard and enjoy the sounds. Experiencing blowing and walking on the keyboard, on the way to producing the sounds. "Grandma, check in the app if there is a place for me too," the little girl says.

The daily cooking and treats corner

Grandma opens the drive with the recipes from home. or the book "Chef Joseph" Grandfather Yossi's recipes.

Sabtoosh is here to help with the transitions

The new school year is upon us. A lot of transitions. And who like Sabtoosh addresses to soften such days. Moving to a new school, to a new learning and living environment, moving to the senior class at school, moving to a new kindergarten, moving to kindergarten from the warm home to the arms of a dedicated and sweet educational team still tiny. Beyond the children's home in the kibbutz.

transitions

Here, too, Sabatosh draws on her experience mainly as a mother of four energetic sons, as an educator and as a skilled grandmother, sharing in the murmurs of the heart, excitement, and concerns. Gets to share feelings about the first day in an unfamiliar classroom, to the fluttering of the stomach just before saying goodbye in the morning to a ten-month-old baby, to deliberations about softening the transition to the children's home at the age of five months, to the way to combine breastfeeding with a new and unfamiliar meal. And more and more thoughts glimpsed from moment to moment.

Everyone's eyes are moist.

To the grandmother... the tears flow by themselves.

About this, there is no chapter on Instosh🙏🏻🍭