Life has taken a domestic turn this month.  With Father’s Day and Daddy’s birthday both located in the month of June, there have been lots of tasty treats to prepare.  Mommy has named me her baking helper, and I assisted her in making a double layer carrot cake with cream cheese frosting.  The best part about the task was probably getting to wear an apron.  One of my favorite books to read in the car is “Mrs. Greenberg’s Messy Hanukkah,” and when I put my apron on I exclaimed, “oh Mommy, I look just like Rachel when she made potato latkes!”

I’m turning into a little adult, and I’m very concerned with my status as a four-year-old.  If someone makes the mistake of calling me a little boy I’m quick to remind them that Lena is little – I’m not.  When I ask to do things like drive the car and Mommy tells me I’m too young, I respond, “okay, when I’m five I can drive?”  I’m pretty sure that I’ll be able to pick Mommy up by the time I’m six, and that I’ll marry her sometime shortly after that.  Daddy will be cool with that, right?

On days when I’m a good helper my favorite reward is ice cream.  In fact, it’s difficult to find a recent picture of me that does not include ice cream.  My standard order is vanilla soft serve with rainbow AND chocolate sprinkles liberally applied, although sometimes I opt for the blue flavor-burst topping.

Current likes: kittens (I got to meet a bunch of rescues at Zia Stefi’s house, and I loved them)

Current dislikes: when my sister isn’t gentle with my kitty cat