Our little Sephardi baby

I've taken comfort in the fact that a baby doesn't need any other nutrition but breast milk for the first year of their life. Truth be told, I was starting to feel discouraged because Ziva wasn't really eating any solids. (It's funny that my family honestly wanted her to eat steak at 4 months old!) We started giving her tastings of different fruits and vegetables when she was about 5 1/2- 6 months old. Though, we were lucky if she would eat half a jar of mashed fruit or some vegetables from our soup up until she was 9 months old. I really believe that it's not healthy to force anything in terms of milestones we'd like our children to achieve (every baby in their own time). So through my frustration, I smiled and laughed with her and definitely didn't feed her more if she started fussing too much.

Since Ziva wasn't really enjoying baby food most of the time, we started to give her food from our plate, and we realized she liked it much more! Seasonings... yum... And yes, I googled it. Apparently you're not supposed to add seasonings to their food until 12 months. I also have friends who would never give their baby food from a can, anything with preservatives, white flour, etc. I have come to peace with the idea that as long as it's fairly healthy, I know her body will be able to process the food well and it will help her along the road to eating full meals. Some things I do that are not so widely accepted: adding a little bit of salt and pepper to her scrambled eggs, a dash of cinnamon and sugar on her cooked apple, giving her vegetables from a dairy dish, tuna from a can, multi-grain cherrios... you get the idea.

I would never think of giving her "junk food." Okay, I take that back. We've wanted to give her ice cream for the longest time! We just enjoy it so much, we want to share it with her! Don't worry, we've resisted. I do kind of find it interesting that so many people in Israel give their baby Bamba. To me, that feels like junk food, PLUS I haven't given her any peanut butter yet as a precaution against the dangerous peanut allergy. As you can see, I'm not really one to judge. It makes me feel a little better that I know children have survived on much unhealthier food.

Lately she's been eating AND enjoying- scrambled eggs, carrots, sweet potatoes, tuna, crackers, challah, pasta, cherrios (Ziva loves carbs! Who doesn't?), tofu, salmon, brocolli, apples, pears, avocados, chummus, chicken and more! Something that really helped her start eating more was putting the pieces of food on her tray and letting her pick them up by herself. She liked the independence of it all. In the end, I guess it's better since I won't be spoon-feeding her for the rest of her life. Sometimes I'd like for her to just stay my sweet little baby, but I see this as my first parenting lesson of letting go! Meal time has become such an adventure for her, and I love to see her enjoying food in a similar way as we do. She honestly won't eat anything that resembles baby food. A couple weeks ago she touched a very ripe banana and got this disgusted look on her face! I think she didn't like the slimy texture. Yehoshua calls her our little Sephardi baby since she won't eat anything that's too plain. It's so amazing to see her personality and opinions unfold before us.

Murder of the Fogel Family

My body has literally been in pain since Saturday night when I heard about the horrific murder of 5 members of the Fogel family. I feel a loss in my heart that I've never felt before and an anger that I don't know will ever cease. This family very well could have been my neighbors, best friends or relatives. As far away as these people may feel to the rest of the world, they feel that much closer to me. Not only do we live in Israel, we also live in what is called the west bank.

The disgusting Arab terrorists who call themselves "Fatah Freedom Fighters" stabbed and slashed the throats of a a couple living in Itamar, Israel, along with three out of six of their young children- including a 3 MONTH OLD BABY IN HER SLEEP. How could anyone possibly kill a innocent, sweet baby? It makes me so sad, I've been crying every day. It makes me so mad, I want to scream. Being a mother, I look at my own baby and squeeze her a little tighter. I see the purity in her eyes and think of those children who deserved to live.

If you haven't already read, here is an excerpt from Israel National News,
"Between 22:20 and 22:30 the terrorists entered the house through the living room picture window, did not notice the 6-year-old boy sleeping on the couch and continued on to the bedroom where they slashed the throats of the father and newborn baby who were sleeping there. The mother came out of the bathroom and was stabbed on its threshold. The evidence shows that she tried to fight the terrorists.

They then slashed the throat of the 11-year old-son who was reading in bed. They did not notice the 2-year old asleep in his bed, but murdered the 3-year old with two stabs to his heart. After that, they locked the door, exited through the window and escaped."

See full story here

The 12 year old, who survived, came home to find her murdered family. I keep thinking about her reaction, that her heart must have flown from her body. How will she ever get past this? The three living children will never feel the warmth of their parents' arms wrapped around them. I can't imagine living with that kind of fear and deep sadness.

I keep reading news articles. Even though it hurts me so much, a part of me wants to feel it more-- as much as their living family members who shouldn't have to endure such pain. Even still, I've been trying to avoid the graphic pictures that the family allowed the press to release, although I did gaze over them. I shudder at the evil. As I browse online, there is a flow of Arabic conversation right outside my window. I can't help but wish people didn't employ Arabs in our very own community. I just heard them laughing- I wonder what they are laughing about. You never know who is good and who is not. The Fogels had just gone to bed after their Shabbat evening and they were murdered in their sleep. Something they never saw coming, no one ever sees these things coming.

I finally know what it's like to feel truly a part of this country. We exist with many tragedies, yet we rejoice in the miracles and EVERYTHING binds us together as brothers and sisters. I can't even relate with my family or friends back home about what happened. To them, it is a heart-breaking story and to me, it is so real- I feel it in every part of my being. I don't expect this to make headlines or for the world to feel compassion for us. It has never been that way for the Jewish people, and we've survived- basically.

So how should we respond to this? By building more Jewish homes. Yes! Shove it, Obama. By having more Jewish babies. Doing everything we can to move forward and be a splinter of light in this crazy world. There is no upbeat message in this, I'm sorry to say that I still feel like crying. I still feel like my life is upside down, and I'm living in a daze. I couldn't even answer the door tonight, I'm still in after-shock, and I'm admittedly a little scared. All I know is that I do not want peace with people who kill our precious babies. There are no excuses for this kind of violence, for this kind of hatred. THINK ABOUT IT! It has to be more than just, "we want your land." If you can slit the throat of a 3-month old, it's not about land, it's about hatred, it's about wanting Jews DEAD no matter where we are.

My prayers are with the Fogels- Udi, Ruth, Yoav (11 yrs), Elad (4 yrs), Hadas (3 months) who were murdered Kiddush Hashem (sanctifying G-d's name). All I see are your brilliant smiles, even from the pictures- your souls radiated. Your impression on my life will be everlasting, and I know you are all in a high and holy place. My heart is with the rest of your living family and the Jewish people. May we all find comfort in G-d and each other. May we let the love in our hearts prevail.