Our current location is a temporary home, between the "normal" renting of an apartment and the new one, which is currently being built. Shirley's job is on hold too. Romy, our beloved puppy; 35kg by weight; can't stay with us anymore - actually she can't climb over a 10cm step.
Ella, starting to master the spoken language, is the main reason for Shavit's birthday party. Though, unlike Ella's party, Shavit's party was small. Only a handful of relatives, not the whole family like Ella wanted.
When it came to presents, Shavit had a clear definition for the "best present". It was a stone! As we all know too well, kids have the greatest grasp of what's good (and what's not...), and Shavit did his choice well.
Beside playing with a nice rock, he did eat. Shavit likes to eat. He enjoys it. Watching him eating a piece of barbecue is an amazing experience. He enjoys every single bite, every lick of the meat, and he did it all when his mouth lacked teeth. Now that he has some teeth, he enjoys it even more. He really does.
Just in case the house and the dog didn't give us enough to worry about, Shavit found a new method to do so. To be a bit more percise, Ella is the cause.
It was noon time, I tried to get the kids to sleep. They were in their room quietly talking, well this should have started a whistling alarm. I tried napping on the couch, a parent's sleeping method. Suddenly, after about 10 minutes, the door to their room swung open. Through the open door 2 kids ran out. Ella has a normal bed, one that you can climb into or out of at ease. Shavit, on the other hand, has a baby's bed; the ones with a high fence all over. Ella thought it would be good for him to learn how to climb out, and taught him to do so.
This post is a short summary of our turmoil. It's a mini-snapshot made hastily due to the lack of time. Hopefully next year's snapshot will be clearer.
