Rosh Chodesh Adar II... and some Nomisms

Hannah, being in tune with spiritual reality, woke up in the correct and halachically mandated mood of the day, proclaiming after her usual I-wanna-g0-vneez round:

Mommy! I'm hah-pee! (mom says she's happy too) I got my Misha and my binty and my pull-oh (pillow)! Mommy, you're hah-pee? (mom says yes) Oh. 

And then, half-rediapered, seeing musical apple toy: I wan dat apple on my dummy! (gets it) I like dis apple! 

And then: Whurz Daddy? (at shul) Whurz Azzie-Noma? (downstairs) Whurz Banina? (New York) Whurz Dursty (at work) Whur are da deedees? (right under you, eating) Oh. 

In the world outside, there is the heartbreaking Mercaz HaRav story... but in the blue house, all is bursting with lovely loquacious life. 

Yesterday's Nomisms (she stays home with me Thursdays):

Mom, I love you because you have an ouchy hand (burned last week). (Actually this was a fake - she said it like an Ezra.)

And some dreamily observant and authentic Nomisms:

Naomi (flopping on bed in deedee room): Mom, I think Yash is going to be Russian when he grows up. 

Me: You mean, because he looks Russian?

N: Yeah.

Me: But he's growing up in America, so he's going to be American.

N: Yeah.... but he's going to go in a rocket ship and go to Russia.

And later, snuggling with Dad as he ties his shoes:

Dad? Dad, your forehead is so smoooooooth, and it's shiny a little. (Dad laughs, a little sheepishly.)