A member of the tribe

I became an official member of the tribe yesterday when I received my Hebrew name – Mira Bracha. I’m named after mommy’s grandfather Martin and daddy’s grandfather Morris and grandmother Betty. I’m so lucky that so many friends and family came for the simcha (that’s Jewish for celebration). Thanks everyone! I don’t have too many photos to share because mommy and daddy were so busy talking to people they didn’t take many photos. I hope people who took photos share them with us!

During the ceremony, I was wrapped in mommy and
daddy's wedding chuppah.

Here is one of the centerpieces with favors for all the guests.

Here is one of the favors that mommy made. Yummy!

Family portrait at the end of the celebration. I was exhausted!

Here's the certificate to prove I'm part of the tribe.

My dress even looked pretty coming off.
I look like a little lion. Roar!

Selfie Sunday 7

A quick preview of my party dress. It fit!

Oy Vey

I’m getting my Hebrew name on Sunday. Mommy and I went out and about today gathering all the final things for the ceremony. I bought this great hot pink dress last month that I can’t wait to wear. However, I’ve been stress eating lately because I’m not sure if I’m going to like being the center of attention during the ceremony. And, now that the event is just two days away, I’m panicked the dress won’t fit. I got myself so worked up today that I spit up most of my breakfast and lunch. Oy! 

I'm skeptical the dress will fit, but Daddy says
I'll look great no matter what I wear.  

No Santa sighting

I waited up all night for Santa but he never came. I wonder if it is because we don’t have a chimney. Or maybe he was in Brookline between 2 and 6 a.m. and couldn’t park his reindeer on the street and he knows mommy’s no-animals-in-the house policy. Yeah, that’s probably what happened. He didn’t want to get a parking ticket because then he wouldn’t be jolly. When daddy gets parking tickets he is not jolly at all. Oh well, maybe next year. I’m headed to bed. I want to be well rested for Chinese food later.

WD-40 needed

I’ve been trying to speak lately, but it keeps coming out as squeaks. I especially like to squeak at anything that moves. Sometimes it can sound like I’m crying, but nope, just squeaking. Mommy gets me … kind of. Whenever I start squeaking she’ll have a conversation with me, but she usually talks about a completely different topic than what I was talking about. Silly mommy! It’s hard being a chatterbox when no one understands what you’re saying. Good thing I have this blog so I can explain myself! 

The pacifier always stops my squeaking!

Selfie Sunday 6

You probably thought I forgot about selfie Sunday, didn't you. Nope, just been busy today driving back from NY. I went to visit Poppy. He has a boo-boo on his heart. Get better Poppy. I love you.

Finally, back at home! Traffic is the worst.

Me and Poppy!

Band-Aid blitz

I had my two month checkup on Wednesday. I’m now 12 pound 7 ounces and 23.5 inches long. That puts me in the 75^th percentile. Not too shabby. I got a bunch of shots, which I didn’t really mind. I think my chubby thighs helped to dull the pain. I liked that they came with these really cool silver sparkly Band-Aids. Then yesterday, mommy was trimming my nails and clipped some skin so I got a third Band-Aid. This time it was a Muppets one. Since it was on my finger, and I love putting my hands in my mouth, I had to wear this silly glove on my hand all day. It’s only silly because it is waaaaaay too big for me. 

Injured, but still smiling.

This glove is bigger than my head.

 

Check out my sparkly Band-Aids. I love them!