I’m starting to fall behind with these posts. Last Wednesday Portugal won through a solitary Ronaldo goal. I was there, and I have photos prove it.
Yesterday morning at 8:08 AM officially marked the end of the few slivers of free time I could hope for when my second boy was born. I am glad to report that I’m mostly doing great, except for being a little bit sleep deprived. Shlomit is also doing amazing, and seems to be a real pro at this whole popping children business. But the kid has us all beat: he is good looking, alert, active, hungry, and well behaved. Takes after his brother.
We might be able convince Ilan to pose with him later.
Happy 2nd birthday to our beautiful little weirdo, who loves cauliflower but hates berries, whose favorite car color is brown, who can seamlessly shift between three languages in the same breath and never mix them, who takes care to translate everything Papi says in Spanish into Hebrew for Mami and vice versa, who runs and plants huge kisses on us out of the blue, who suggests his cheek as a suitable alternative when Papi asks to eat his pulke, who is so insanely intelligent beyond his years that we often shake our heads in wonder at one another, who makes us laugh daily.
We love you so very much, little man. Happy second birthday!
To the most patient, fun-loving, sweet and devoted dad in all the land! Ilan is a very lucky boy. We love you!
A very happy 5776 from the staff of The MKX®
Just my luck: visit Israel, have the worst sandstorm in a decade.
I took a few photos which are nowhere as impressive as some found in news websites. But still…