Happy
Pesach (or Passover for you non-Jews), my friends. To the extent that I have not started eating bread, and I do not yet have to follow the rules of the kosher for Passover diet, at my young age, the holiday has been easy so far. Mommy and Daddy have been eating matzoh pizza and matzoh balls & chicken soup, respectively, and they seem relatively happy, too. Mommy keeps mentioning something about matzoh being a binder, but I'm not sure to what she is referring. We had a wonderful set of Seders at Grandma & Grandpa's home and then here in Jamaica Plain, which was nice. I even watched Daddy try some
Manischewitz sorbet at JP Licks. I will miss that place.
In any case, since I have ventured into the life of "partial mobility," I have found eating the rubber floor mat to be a mostly satisfying process. And it is even kosher for the Passover holiday, which is a bonus of sorts, I guess. So sit back and relax and take a look at me eating the floor -- for what else is there to do on a slow & cold Saturday?











Stay tuned for a number of additional pics to be added later today...Daddy finally got around to helping me put some pictures online. And, oh yeah, Grandpa -- that "V" I am eating is
not baby blue in color and
not related to a certain German drug company. Love you all.
TSG.
XOXOXOXOXOXO.
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