Taming the tiger

1. Warren couldn't take the girls into gan yesterday, and so it was that as I was about to drop off Rimonit, she looks at the shul next door to her gan and say: "Ima, that's cinnamon?"

When I realized what she was pointing to, I figured, not illogically, that maybe Warren had introduced her to the word "synagogue" and she got a bit confused. But then on the way home from gan she pointed to a cement mixer on a different street and asked how the cinnamon comes out of the cinnamon truck, at which point I recalled that we had recently seen a cement mixer in action in front of the shul (which is perpetually under construction). And so I made a mental note: cinnamon = cement mixer, not synagogue. Now all I have to do is find out how the cinnamon comes out.

2. In honor of Yom Haatzmaut, Kinneret has recently been singing "Degel yisrael sheli yaffa v'gam porahat," which may not make that much sense (if a flag is blooming, does that mean it's moldy?), but does actually fit into the song really well, since "degel" has not only the same amount of syllables as the original "eretz" but also has a similar sound.

Oh, and the big news: Kinneret celebrated the week of Yom Haatzmaut with her own brand of indepedence - that's right, she is diaper-free! (During the day at least.) She walked around the barbecue we went to clutching a new pack of underwear, which she didn't want to let out of her sight (although she didn't need the extras - she has been fantastic!). Even Rimonit agrees that she has now officially earned the title of "big girl."