Besides being the cutest baby ever, there's another reason I'm special. I'm a Jew. I don't really know what that means yet, but my mommy tells me that it's all about being a good person. I think she's said something like, "Deed above Creed". I became Jewish because it happens when a baby is born to a Jewish mother. She takes me to temple most Fridays and I really like going to hear all the singing in that "funny" language. Plus I get held by a ton of people: my God Parents George and Carolyn, and too many little old ladies to count. When I was in mom's tummy she prayed every morning in that "funny" language, and I've grown to like it. It makes me smile and sometimes calms me down when I am upset. She still prays in the morning and I help by smiling.
Me, Mommy, and Daddy at Shul
There's a holiday held during the winter called Chanukkah, which is all about celebrating a battle that the Jewish people won over some other really mean people. We celebrate by lighting candles on a menorah and eating foods fried in oil, mostly potato pancakes called latkes. I didn't get to eat any latkes this year, so mommy and daddy ate a few extra for me. They didn't take any pictures of the menorah display-(BOO mommy and daddy!) but it looked like the whole table in the social hall was on fire. Kids and big babies were running around the temple singing songs and having a good time. I can't wait to grow up and play with them.
