t Poking head once more And in an attempt to improve today's Mondayness, I offer this [link] .

[It requires some explanations, since the first few pictures represent his first words:

The first one is the Hebrew word for "daddy", which is "Aba" (long "a", like in "after", in both its appearances in the word), who is PiToddler's most favorite person ever.

The second one is, strangely enough, the Hebrew word for yarmulka, which is "kipa", or, as he says it, "pa-pa-pa" (again with the long "a").

The third is, even more strangely enough, the sound that cows make, or "moooo" (that's also how it's called in English, right?) - he goes to the page in his storybook with the picture of the cow and mooes to it delightedly. There are other animals in the book, but the cow is definitely at the top, no competition.

And, um, he still doesn't say the Hebrew word for "mom", or "Ima" (again with the long "a" - hmm, I wonder what's up with this pattern). Not in this batch of over-a-month-old pictures, anyway. He started saying "ama" (yeah, long "a", how can it be any other?), but only when I'm not there. The khusband is sure he's calling me, but I'm yet to hear him say that.

Oh, and the last group of pictures are from the Hebrew date of his first birthday - we tried to put the flowers on his head, as is done on birthdays, but he hates stuff on his head, so, well, he won.]

t Yeah, I still can't shut my keyboard up. Oh, well.

Do you all ever have days where you find yourself woohooing the small mundane accomplishments

And that's what I wanted to respond to in the first place! PiToddler totally congratulates himself on almost every achievement, by clapping his hands and smiling broadly. So when I read that, this is what I imagined, him doing this for you.

Oh Nilly, I love those photos! The last two nearly made me say "Awww!" out loud at the office.

PiToddler totally congratulates himself on almost every achievement, by clapping his hands and smiling broadly.

Hee, this is excellent.

Upside down happy boy!

What big, gorgeous soulful eyes.

PiToddler totally congratulates himself on almost every achievement, by clapping his hands and smiling broadly.

Adorable! I need to start doing this. I'm sure it would improve my state of mind. ETA: PiBaby pictures are always happy making. He's got to be the happiest baby ever.

I made my two phone calls! Yay me. (claps hands.)

Do you all ever have days where you find yourself woohooing the small mundane accomplishments, because you're pretty sure that's all you're going to get.

I'm not gonna lie, most of my days are like this.

Somehow I've managed to convince my boss that I know what I'm doing and have things under control. No idea how I did that, considering how much I don't. But I'll get it wrangled somehow, and I guess that counts.

Argh, people.

I hate lawyers who don't actually READ what I send them. They just shoot an email back saying "blah blah blah you don't know what you're talking about," and they're WRONG.

Not all lawyers do this, but when they do it pisses me off. I am a lawyer and I'm not making this shit up.

Stay at home with your kids? Lazy, why don't you get a job? Work outside the home? Selfish, how can you let someone else raise your kids? Don't have kids at all? Slut, why aren't you married yet? Have too many kids? Stupid bitch, don't you know about birth control?

Ann Romney doesn't know how many horses she owns - THIS is a relevant point to make when she's trying to paint herself as someone who speaks for working class Americans. Not her choices as a mother.

Just needed to be said again. Perfect.

wrod! Nobody can possibly win.(well, unless, like Mitt, "governor" is your family business and you rewrite the rules a lot.)

And, um, he still doesn't say the Hebrew word for "mom", or "Ima" (again with the long "a" - hmm, I wonder what's up with this pattern)

I think that's one of the sounds that babies usually make first -- whatever language they hear, the way the muscles develop means the first few sounds will be mamama and bababa and dadada and a few others -- and I've seen some theories that that's why the words that little kids use for mother and father in most languages are some combination of those sounds.

And, um, he still doesn't say the Hebrew word for "mom", or "Ima" (again with the long "a" - hmm, I wonder what's up with this pattern).

Franny said "dada" months before she said "mama," but DH was convinced it wasn't a preference for him so much as an assumption that I was supposed to appear without being called. Who knows?