Like a Flock of Geese

Iain got another box in the mail today, from his Aunt Kate. This time, in addition to a fabulous trove of new clothes (long-sleeved shirts and the most adorable cable-knit, v-neck sweater vest OMG), there was a pop-up book.

It's about Hannukah (Chanukah, Channukkahh, Chnkh, who knows - I wish we could just call it The Festival of Lights: A Holiday About Latkes and be done with it). The theme is bugs, which I'm not really sure relates directly to the story of Hannukah, but it's cute. Check out the Bubbie Bug:

[A Bubbie is a grandmother. See how she has latkes and sour cream and apple sauce and what appear to be huge olives? Plus toast and cookies and cake. Just like Iain's real grandmother, who makes a mean latke, and his other real grandmother, who makes wonderful nutmeg muffins.]

[Edit later: do you suppose the olive-thingies are actually supposed to be sufganiyot? Jelly donuts?]

Here's the last page. It pops up to a pretty menorah. I'm still not clear what bugs have to do with anything, but it's a great gift for the season. Thanks, Aunt Kate!


In other news, we have migrated inside for the winter. Yes, we are like Canadian geese. The sunroom was just getting ridiculously cold. And it's on a slab on the ground, so even if I ran the heat all day ($), my feet were like a couple of ice cubes. Iain couldn't really sit on the floor to play, either. So we've moved to the living room, which has been transformed:



Iain doesn't seem to mind. Now, he can play in the exersaucer and see that other baby (in the mirror) at the same time.

Nom, nom, nom.



Here's a close-up. Note that L.L. Cool J. here likes to push up one leg of his pants. If it worked for L.L., Iain's willing to give it a try. Also, note the thigh-fat. Delicious.