So Nana Van Hise (Mom's mom) and her sister Bonnie took a road trip from Nevada to Denver to see me. They happened to arrive just in time for Dad's birthday party. Mom went all out and made a carrot cake birthday cake (she remembered that Dad's grandma's made carrot cakes too). It was fun seeing Nana. She thinks I am so cute and big.
I am hearing that a lot these days. Grandpa Ken says "No Kinahora" when Dad tells him how cute I am. That's Yiddish and it means something like "Don't talk about how good things are. You never know what could happen." Mom points at me and says Shayna Punim.
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