Happy birthday Harry! Celebrations were in full swing earlier in November as Tzofi and I ordered a special ice cream cake for Dada - filled with layers of ice cream that I even got them to separate with Oreo cookie crumble (not usually done here). Tzofi wasn't really interested in the presents (a juicer!) or singing, because when faced with ice cream she becomes slightly (read: majorly) obsessed.
On February 9, 2007, Tzofia Reevi came into our lives. Sure, everyone has kids and believes that theirs are the cutest little babies in the world. The difference is, our's has super powers. No really, she's special. This blog chronicles her journey from infancy to destiny: as a super heroine or the savior of rock and roll. We'd be happy with either. Or both.
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What they are saying about Tzofia Reevi...
"Tzofia is so rock and roll that her birth weight wasn’t in pounds, it was in decibels." - Kosher Eucharist
"What a great name!" - Tzofia the midwife, Hadassah Ein Kerem
"Her poop doesn't smell. Someone should patent that." - Harry
"We're not getting off this ship!" - Ari Ben Canaan
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