The Barak files

So, a few things that bear posting about.

Barak said his first three-syllable word today. I was giving him strawberries, and talking to him about strawberries, how I was going to cut the strawberries and put the strawberries in a bowl, etc. And I said, "Do you like strawberries?" And he said, "Yeah! Tawbawa! Yeah!"

He said "strawberries!" Wow.

On Sunday, my SIL and her family are coming for Succos, all five of them. We're really looking forward to this. (Hi, guys! We're really looking forward to it. Really! See, it's in my blog and everything, so don't start calling and saying, do you really want us to come, really, because I know it's a lot of work and a long time, and are you sure it's okay, because IT IS AND WE WANT YOU TO COME AND NOW THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS IT, AT LEAST THE INFINITESIMAL PERCENTAGE OF THE WORLD WHO READS THIS BLOG.)

But since we don't have enough beds to accommodate everbody, I've been doing a little organizing. On Saturday night, a friend came by with an old toddler bed that we set up for Niece #2. Niece #3 is getting the pack and play. And today I went to the mattress store and bought a nice mattress for Nephew #2, who is getting the most luxurious mattress of all because I got his for half price because the mattress man ripped it taking it off the truck. It's nice and thick and springy, and the sheet will hide the hole very nicely.

Anyway, what is all this doing in the Barak files, you ask? Ahh. It's in the Barak files because there are now two extra beds that are low enough for Barak to get on. And he has discovered, oh so fulsomely, the wonderful pleasures of jumping on the bed. I see no reason to put a stop to this, and indeed ringed the toddler bed with pillows to prevent unnecessary trauma from unexpected contact with the floor.

Oh, and a public service announcement. Wavy Gravy is back. As in, the most mind-blowingly delicious concoction Ben and Jerry's ever came up with, which for some unthinkable reason they retired some years ago. Only in scoop shops, only for the month. So don't miss your chance--it might not come again.

Mmm. Wavy Gravy.