Going north

Last weekend, Aaron and I took a trip up to Worcester to see my mom en route to cousin Mikaela's bat mitzvah in Connecticut on saturday. We tried our best to see people, but we were both exhausting from the running around and all the driving. Aaron was wonderful in the car on the way up, taking two naps and, when he was awake, pointing out every car, truck (guck) or motorcycle (mo-ki-ki-ki-ki-kle) we encountered. There were many. He has entered a transportation phase and I'm concerned that he may throw caution to the wind and steal the car.

He received a new bus from grandma Susan, who he calls Baba. This is not the bus of my childhood. When I was almost two years old, a toy bus came with a couple of white people in it. Not today's bus. The hispanic driver, Ramon, is driving a little African-American boy named Michael and a white girl named Maggie who is in a wheelchair. How does Maggie get into the bus? Handicapped access ramp in the back, of course!!

We visited with Cate's daughter Abby and Rebecca's kids, Max and Eli. They played together in June and it is great to see how grown up they all seem (except Eli, who is just an infant). We also made a run into Boston to visit with Nura and Mark's children, Reuben and Alessandra, who are delightful. We got to play in the park and eat sand.

I love how Aaron is looking at Reuben like he the best thing in the whole universe!

Then it was off to the Bat Mitzvah, where Mike met up with us. When Aaron and I walked into the back of the sanctuary, the service had already started. He looked at the congregation and said, very loudly, "Mommy! Hats!". Hats indeed. He had a great time with his Baba and generally cut quite a figure on the dance floor. No nap that day, but he did great.





Baba is now en route to Hargeisa, Somaliland, via Dubai, to visit my brother for the opening of his school. We are hoping to hear that she got there soon.