Friday, February 5, 2010

It Might Not Look Like He's Playing Hide-and-Seek...


But he is.

Rami's never quite gotten "hide-and-seek."

When you say, "Where's Rami?"
he puts his hands, or his spoons, or his blankie, on the side of his head.
Or the top.

He thinks you can't see him,
and he likes to watch your face while you "search" for him.


He pulls the hidey-things away from his face with such delighted flair,
the seeker is so charmed,
and Rami gives such a nice hearty laugh,
that it doesn't really matter if he knows exactly how to play the game.

Plus, that crooked smile is to die for.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010


Rami stole Asher's fork at breakfast this morning.

The injustice was so horrific
that even when David got Rami a new fork,
and returned Asher's to him,
the outcry continued.

In a Clinton-esque move, David extended a treaty of extra syrup for the waffles.
It didn't help.

As for me? I just kept snapping pictures.

After all, such incomprehensible injustice really must be documented.
You know, for the greater good and all.

Monday, February 1, 2010

30/365 - "Love-and-Kiss Fest"

When Rami woke up from his Shabbat morning nap,
he was in need of a good snuggle.

I was still napping, so David slid him in next to me for some hugs.

Rami is NEVER happier than when he's cuddling with his Ima.
Pretty soon, our quiet snuggle turned into a love-and-kiss fest,
with Rami cooing, "Ima!" every time I kissed his face.


Just like the good old days,
except now he says my name.

(Oh, how I adore this boy.)

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