Tarjan!

Thank you to all readers and commenters for your b'shaah tovahs! Nothing like announcing a pregnancy to get people to comment! I highly recommend this tactic to all bloggers out there.

Some updates:

Yogurt, Yogurt, Everywhere and Not a Drop of Bread
Yaakov has been enjoying his "lechem-free" lunches. Now, of course, he's pushing for chocolate yogurt.....

In Which We Get a Visit From Tarjan!
Yaakov came home yesterday singing a lovely new song: "Mi hamelech hakofim? Tarjan! Tarjan! Mi hamelech hakofim? Tarjan! Tarjan!" He's never heard of "Tarzan," naturally, but he now knows allll about "Tarjan!" Well, actually, all he knows is that he's "melech hakofim" (king of the monkeys) and that he only wears tachtonim! How awesome is that! In fact, today, when we bought our own Melech HaKofim some new undies, he insisted on stripping the moment we got home, donning his new skivvies, and dancing around the house singing "Mi hamelech hakofim? Tarjan! Tarjan!" Sing along!

Who Wants Some Strawberry Shortcake? I Know I Do!
So Ariella has been in desperate need of some little elves. Her shoes (all of four months old) have massive holes in the bottoms. We laid out the shoes every night, for the little guys, but to no avail; come morning, the holes remained.

Probably the elves had spent hours trying to figure out which floor we're on (because, as you know, in Israel, we don't name our apartments something sensible, like "5A," thereby letting visitors know that it is on the FIFTH floor. Rather, they are simply assigned numbers - "18" - and visitors have to first figure out how many apartments are on each floor, and then divide the apartment number by that the number of apartments, and then possibly subtract one if there's a remainder. This is why Israel has yet to send someone to the moon. We only get as far as the lobby.) So anyway, elves, never the brightest dudes, probably they got all flummoxed and frustrated and just gave up.

In any case, she needed new shoes. So today, off we trooped to the shoe store. We were looking at all manner of pink and purple sneakers, when Ariella's eyes lighted upon two gobs of Pink Frosting. No, sorry, they were actually shoes, but in the pinkiest pink you can ever imagine. And there was little Strawberry Shortcake, in all her strawberry loveliness, on the velcro.
Now, normally I am very anti-character anything. Clothing, shoes, backpacks, pajamas, etc. I don't even like toy characters to have characters. But then I saw that the Strawberry shoes were NIS 60 cheaper than the other shoes.

And suddenly I was a HUGE fan of Strawberry Shortcake. I mean, come on, she's adorable! With that big old puffy hat and everything! I love that chick! Characters rock!

So Ariella was thrilled she got pinkedy pink pink Strawberry Shortcake shoes. Yaakov was happy he got Tarjan tachtonim. And I saved NIS 60 to put toward my Ice Cream Fund. A good deal all around.