Yes, yes, yes

OK, got it.
A one hundred percent fabulous photo of my Malka and I.

We get on so well. She makes me grin, lots. And is definately right up there on the shortlist of my biggest fan. Though you have to be a bit careful, if I've spent any length of time with her and anyone gets a report on how I'm doing you could think that I'm talking, walking, reading, doing advanced calculus, performing brain surgery, solving world poverty ...

But it's great to have a greatest fan who isn't a parent. I know it's only one step removed, but I can pretend the cheers and laughter and smiles elicited have a ring of objectivity about them. I love it. Go Malka.

So Farewell Friend

This is me, my mum, Lori and Anna Sarakinsky on Anna's first birthday. Also the first anniversary of our finishing our NCT classes. In fact Lori never made it to the last of the classes and while my birthday was still, at that time, five weeks away. We've done a lot, this past year, I've been folowing in her wake, largely. But we look really similar. Lots of curly hair (unlike our respective dads) and big smiles. I like her, my parents like her parents.
It's been really fund, and now they are off to the other side of the world. Sydney! Hmpf.
OK, so we wish them well and all that, but imagine a time, if you will, many years into the future, when I put her name into Google, or whatever you do then, and ... some enchanted evening and all that.
OK, that's my dad typing.
But it would be fun to cross paths again.

In the Bath in Bath

This title was easy. We went to see my uncle and aunt and bump and their home in Bath. Whattalotta fun. Pip and Daren were fabulous. They looked after me while I was asleep and then when my parents shluffed through my early-morning-lung-clearing exercises, even came in and played and read me a book.
It's very important to break them in gently with this looking after little people business, Pip is expecting.
We're all very excited about the bump, due in time for Pesach, and ptch, ptch, ptch (imagine sound made by Carmi shortly after trying to snack on a leaf) but I could really do with a cousin, all this focus on being first grandson, well, it's fun, but all a bt tiring. It'll be fun to have some neophyte to show around. (note to ed - that's def. show, not shove!)

And as for the bendy-spined uncle, not sure what to say about that, 'they are' said God of the children of Israel, 'a stiff necked people.' He should watch out.

Daddy's going to work

So this is my dad, off to do a wedding in Gateshead.
I get to go with.
My particular mode d'emploi at an event like this is smile sweetly through all the preliminaries. Play without a mutter through anything that is not absolutely vital and then bang my head at some important moment and waAHAHHHHH!
So I'm not really sure about the stuff that comes after the ring thing. Someone said something about something breaking and then everyone crying, I just went for the bruise and cry option. It seems a whole lot more sensible than, I mean, actually breaking anything, why would you want to do that?!

As close readers of my blog will know, I'm a fan of grammar, so no one should be too surprised to find that my dad regularly marries people, while my pappa often does crime and my malka seems to spend quite of lot time in prision.
They tell me it is all quite above board, but I'm not so sure.

I like advocado

This is me doing one of my favourite things. On the scale of eating grown up stuff I'm on a four or five out of ten. Most of the stuff is still mush, but I do a fancy line in challah and cracker bread, and I can handle raisins, a little. I have a scoop and shovel technique that isn't pretty, but seems reasonably effective.

And then there is advocado.

Don't judge how much a person likes somehting by how much of it he gets in his mouth. I'm sure there is a sermon in that somewhere, but you'll have to check with my dad about that.