Seder

A was very excited about the Seder. She told me that there would be a glass of wine and an empty chair for Elijah. And cats. It’s good Z & Y really do have a cat. A practiced Ma Nishtana on the way over. We went looking for Foofy the minute we walked in.

It was exciting to have all the family together – 1 kid, 2 babies and one on the way…

A was all set to sing her part when the production team (L) intervened for a photo-op… But she did sing, Ma Nishtana, ever so softly… We all chimed in. N was ecstatic.

A was so psyched she stayed up through Had Gadya and only fell asleep in the car a couple of minutes before we got home (rephrase – Saba and Savta’s house).

A soft cookie

As far as A is concerned there is something missing from the promised land. The food providers are unable to get the soft cookie thing right. It’s what she starts her breakfast with every day. We tried a poppy seed cake on the first day. Chocolate rogalch on the second. After that A kind of gave up on us. This afternoon she let me know that “soft cookies are gone. yuckie. bye.” Lucky for A, her Savta inquired what soft cookies really were. Soft cookies at home are bite sized brownies. So Savta made brownies. After her nap A got to inspect the baked goods. Finally someone got it right. She asked if she could have some tomorrow morning.

Other things that A has discovered about Israel:
- “It’s warm outside. You don’t need a coat, only clothes.”
- “There is no toilet in the bathroom!”
- She cannot play with Savta’s birds. Or pig.

N just smiles at everyone and all the time. He’s gonna be a heart breaker.

Jump!

Yesterday I had fun trying to make N laugh. Here are the things I tried:
- Jumping – that’s the best
- Karate moves – works too
- John Travolta moves – not so much.

When he’s not laughing, N is experimenting with new torture techniques: biting and screeching. One does need to make use of all bodily parts.

A really surprised me today when she hurt her arm and asked N to give her a kiss. And she figured out how to kiss too!

We are almost ready for our trip to Israel…

Ima Mimma goes to work

The cleaning people were here today. In the interest of keeping the house clean and organized L put N’s milk in the fridge and washed the pump parts right after I got home. A played with the pump parts – she assembled them correctly on her second try. Then she said: “I am Ima Mimma and I’m going to work to pump milk!” She then demonstrated.

It’s fun being Ima Mimma, I know. Going to work is OK. Pumping? Hmmm. I need to find an adjective for that.