Because f/e asked so nicely, here is a picture from the big arrival moment at the airport last Wednesday. (No, they did not come on a Nefesh b'Nefesh flight, so we had to do all the singing ourselves!)
Unfortunately, the rest of my pictures are kind of blurry, which is apparently what happens when you try to take pictures as you're running around and jumping up and down.
But as this picture shows clearly, Ariella is veryveryveryveryveryvery happy to see her Bubby. In fact, we are all many-verys glad that Momz and DADZ are here to stay.
So for the past week Momz and DADZ have been doing a lot of running around, doing all those things new olim must do, like getting a teudat zehut, beginning step #1 of the never-ending license conversion process and exclaiming, "You call this a LARGE cup of coffee???"
Things have been going relatively smoothly, though DADZ, ever the Eeyore, is convinced it will all fall to pieces soon and they'll show up at the next misrad and the lady will screech, "We're closed today!" Or, "We're open but not for you!" Or, "Yes I know it says you can do that here but you can't actually! You'll need to visit our branch in Nahariyya! Which is only open on alternate Sundays between 7:00 and 7:23 AM, unless it's below 20 degrees (celsius, of course) in which case it's only opened on odd-numbered Tuesdays between 8:00 and 8:07! And remember you need to walk into the misrad backwards, singing Hava Nagila and wearing plaid!" Or, "What do you mean, you didn't bring your itemized list of underwear??? It needs to be signed by your rabbi and stamped by the bank!!"
So far, that has not happened. THANK GOD. But there's always tomorrow.
(However, there's the very tiny glitch that we were supposed to have moved in to our respective apartments already, but we haven't, and this is causing no small amount of stress and if you have a horror story about a kablan I do NOT want to hear it now. Thank you.)