In today's segment of The World According to Yaakov:
Book: "Why don't people live on the moon?"
Yaakov: "Because we don't have anything to fly with, so how would we get there?"
And now for today's "Huh?" moment:
Yaakov [excitedly]: Mommy, Mommy, know what? Nadav... Nadav... smells like Zaidy!
Introducing a new segment called Games Kids Play
This one is called "Gan" and it is generally played on Shabbat. You probably remember playing something similar when you were young. You'd take out a three or four stuffed animals and pretend to be the teacher. Cute, right? Of course, because this is Israel, when Ariella and Yaakov play, out comes every. single. animal. we own. All 30-40 of them. Gan was at full capacity, with all the kids squished together on the "shatiach" (aka our bathroom rugs). Then, Yaakov leads davening, careful to stop every few minutes and reprimand the kids for not listening. Duck even got sent out of the circle. (I have an uncomfortable feeling that "Duck" may have represented "Yaakov.")
And now a Special Birthday Message
Ariella turned SEVEN last Friday (which is when I actually started this post). Can't believe she's seven. Almost as crazy as Yaakov being five. (Waaaaait a minute....)
Anyway, I won't get all goopy and sentimental and talk about how much we love Ariella, blah blah blah. Because let's face it, she's our kid. Of course we love her. It's like Ben & Jerry's. Of course we love New York Super Fudge Chunk. New York Super Fudge Chunk does not have to do anything to earn our love. We love it simply because it exists. Same with kids.
And we would love her even if she were dull and ugly and dumb. Lucky for us, she's funny and beautiful and smart. And, of course, she's our first, paving the way so that we can actually become good parents for Yaakov and Nadav.
Every time she reaches a new age, a new milestone, we think, Wow, this is great, this is the perfect age. But if there's one thing she's taught us well, it's that every age is the perfect age, because we just really enjoy watching her grow and become the pretty great kid that she is. So Ariella, (this is for when you read the blog, because I know from Arica that children do, eventually, read the blog....), just keep growing and becoming and know that we love you. Even more than New York Super Fudge Chunk.