The kids were off, yesterday, for the Jewish holiday. It was a typically gorgeous day, as Jews almost always enjoy stunning fall weather for this occasion. One cannot help but notice the trend. When the boys were little, we'd always take a ride up to the Roscoe Diner, sit by the window for lunch and enjoy the Rosh Hashanah foliage. Then, they'd come home to paint their memories for all posterity. Wonder if they remember… but then, I digress…
We had fun. Aubs wanted to bake, while she awaited her turn on the four-wheeler. She made her first (link) roulade/bûche... rather successfully, I might add. And she learned a lot of granny tricks, such as putting the bowl of whipping cream in the sink to beat. Makes for a lovely splatter, so if you want to remain apron-free…
Gav loved his turn on the big machine. He's hoping to score his own similar wheels from Santa, but that remains to be seen. Both kids anticipate driving it on the lake, when the ice is thick enough.
A nice day. "Relaxing," as Gav deemed it.
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Shanah Tovah to all.
Shanah Tovah to all.