I am Zusha. Yes, I see you are pretty much on the floor, but if you don’t get out of my way I will run you over. And then sit on you. Twice.

My kids love when we let them cook. We love when our kids want to cook. Win win. Now we need to convince them that washing dishes is fun…

In honor of French Toast, Zevi made a table. Upon which we feasted on said Toast. Toasted in the French fashion of course. With Grade B Vermont Maple Syrup. Because the French really wanted Vermont (but had to settle for Quebec).

watching Land Before Time/Mr. Rogers/Marvelous Middos Machine/Dora the Explorer/Rabbi Chanina Ben Dosa or something. 

Someone discovered chocolate, and he’s pretty darn happy about it.

some mid-swing mama-lovin’

Boldly tucking in where no man has tucked in before.

That Zush has got some serious style. Watch out ladies!

It’s always scary. These little fearless explorers, launching out on their own. Around each of life’s corners lay my kids, just a bit more grown up. Needing me just a bit less.

It’s wonderful. These little humans, letting go ever so slowly, yet with a certainty that crashes against the shores of time. Changing. Always changing.

Demonstrating proper photo-bombing technique. And yes, thats Zevi’s makeshift fishing pole in leaning against the tree.