Our quiet Shabbos (brought in with my new hand-painted candlesticks) was marked with one exciting episode: Yonah walked! Early this morning, Shuie called me into the living room to show me how Yonah stood up and took two tentative little steps to Shuie’s open arms. I was so excited I wanted to pull out my camera right there, but of course I couldn’t because it was Shabbat. Throughout the day Yonah repeated his feat (no pun intended) three times more. I can’t believe how quickly he’s growing up; every day there’s a new change. He is constantly on the move, climbing all over everything (and everyone) and taking the apartment apart. He waves and says “hi”, “doggie” and he holds up his letter Alef magnet and says, “Aggie”. He also officially graduated from bottle to sippy cup this week. I think it’s safe to say that my little Bug has entered Toddlerhood. It’s only a matter of time, really, before he starts reciting entire blat of Gemara (a page of talmudic law) by heart, or — a man after my own heart — Shakesperean soliloquies in iambic pentameter. After Yonah goes to bed in about an hour I am heading out to a meeting and then coming home to start baking for my Rosh Chodesh Women’s Circle tomorrow. Shuie and I are going on a tiyul with the other couples from his school tomorrow morning, and in the afternoon my tentative plans are to go meet with a new babysitter for Yonah and then visit Nishmat, one of my prospective schools. The more baking I get done tonight, the easier it will be tomorrow.In other news, after a full month of not being about to look at vegetables, I was able to eat an entire bowl of pureed cauliflower-zucchini soup last night. I am now in week 13 of the pregnancy, which means the first trimester is over. Perhaps there is some sunshine on the horizon…?