Utterly amazing, this boy. The day before his birthday, he's just a certified babbler. Syllables, etc. Then yesterday, suddenly, the spirit of language came over him and he looked at me very seriously and said, "Dearest Mumsie, might we go please to Sushi King to celebrate the day of my birth?" Good gracious-- how COULD I resist that?
So off we went. The ladies there seemed tickled that we chose their establishment for the birthday celebration. They even brought Brooks his own bowl of tofu:

He wasn't really down with the tofu, however. He wanted to play with the fake grass (or the shrimp tails):

We were completely shocked when the women brought out this treat:

And SOLD to the boy who had his first taste of ice cream and LOVED it (and when I say "taste", I really mean "half the scoop"):

On a side note (well, it would actually be a below note), Brooksie here models his new kicks. The grandmaternal guilt was successful and B and I had a lovely trip to Stride Rite yesterday to get him measured and to get some real shoes. Of course, he can't figure out how to lift his feet with all that new weight so there's going to have to be some walking retraining!

And while those shoes were dangling under the table, we were feasting also on this beauty: the Vegetarian Delight ordered in honor of our Sushi King benefactors, Gabe and Helen!!!

The takeaway from this blog post?? If you're local, go to Sushi King for all your sushi needs!!
BIG PS: HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY TO AUNT NICKI!!!!!