Happy 2nd Birthday, AJ3!!! You are growing into such a handsome, funny, fearless, curious, adventurous, independent, loving, wonderful son!!!!
Mater and Pater love watching you, when you're copying your older siblings in all that they do and say...
...concentrating on your toys...
...laughing infectiously...
...becoming the next Steve Jobs...
...obsessing over Humpty Dumpty and his proclivity for falling...
...looking for the moon...
...or just flaked out after a hectic day deciding if your poo is "deyicious" or "disguskin"...
Now a common complaint from adults who are the third child in their family, is that their parents didn't pay them as much attention as their older siblings while growing up. Those claims are totally not true, AJ3! A complete lie. Couldn't be further from the truth. We are always aware what you're doing and why you're doing it...
Okay, okay, so maybe we have left you to do you own thing. Occasionally. Once or twice. But that doesn't mean we won't make a crazy fuss about your birthday, with multiple parties in multiple countries!!!!
Happy Birthday to our coolest little dude! We love you lots!!!!
AJ4, over three and a half thousand years ago, your ancestors living in Egypt turned to Pharoah and said, enough! We're not putting up with the miserable existence that is our life in slavery! We want out! Yes, they used exclamation marks a lot back in those days! And so with the help of God, they fled Egypt and a whole load of other things happened, but in a nutshell, the end result was yet another Jewish festival with lots of food, this one called Pesach, or Passover.
However, that spark of rebellion against tyranny in all it's forms has stayed with us for millennia. Sometimes the fight can be small...
...sometimes momentous...
...but always it is valid. Always. Even it appears as if the fight is against something trivial (like snow in March and April when some might say, as a born and bred Canadian, Mater should be used to it by now)...
...or something that might, just might, sound spoiled (like wanting to avoid the whole "cleaning the house" thing for Pesach, done on an annual basis to fulfill the biblical requirement that not one crumb of leaven be found in the house. What's leaven anyway?!). AJ4, it doesn't take a Sage to realize that snow and cleaning are clearly a modern form of suppression that should be fought against. And so, we struggled, oh and how we struggled, and thanks to Grandma Toronto, we exodused from cold, leaven-filled Canada and made our way to the Promised Land...Florida. And just like the Hebrews of Old, we barely had time to pack...
...and suffered terribly in our flight from bondage, as instructed to us by a might power (www.expedia.ca)...
...and, like the Israelites at the Red Sea, through rough and unpredictable waters we bravely traveled to truly throw off the shackles of tyranny...
...yup, that water just never seemed to end. Oh the difficulties we faced...
Strange and mighty beasts did we meet on our tiring, endless travail...
Food was scarce and we struggled with our meager portions of matza, the bread of affliction, a sore reminder of the terror we had left behind...
But thankfully, with friends and family by our side, we arrived in the promised land and there celebrated Pesach pretty much the same way as your ancestors did three and half thousand years ago...
The End
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