Hanukkah Means Kids

It is Hanukkah, the Festival of Lights , or in our house, the Festival of Latkes. Fifteen pounds of potatoes and this is the best photo I could get. "Helpers" were having to taste them as they came out of the frying pan and by the time we all sat down to eat...well...the camera was at the other end of the house.

Truthfully though, in my world, it's a holiday for children. It's even more wonderful if you have grandchildren. And I am especially blessed to have two very delicious grandsons. Dov, who just turned one a couple of weeks ago has just learned to walk and although he sort of looks like Frankenstein in his tentative steps, he's very proud of himself, as are the rest of us.

His big brother Boaz, is just about to turn three and hasn't quite mastered the concept of Dov's gifts and Bo's gifts, but hey... Last year Boaz helped his mummy and me make Hanukkah cookies. I love the shapes and design...

...- so artistic, don't you think? But my favorite photo from last year is this one...well someone has to taste the dough to make sure it's good. This year, though there was definitely more interest in the process and Boaz created these cookies with very little help from us. I have to thank Marcy Goldman for her kidproof dough. As you can see, though...tasting is still a requirement. This time it's the sprinkles. Happy Hanukkah, everyone and may you share whichever holidays you celebrate with lots of little ones...at least those who are kids at heart.