My Dad and Stepmother live in Las Vegas. Last week we went for our cousins Bar Mitzvah. This is the first of many upcoming Bar and Bat Mitzvahs as all of Davy’s big cousins are turning 13 over the next few years. For those who don’t know what a Bar Mitzvah is its a religious ceremony that commemorates a boy (bar) or girl (bat) coming of age in accordance to Jewish Law. I had one in 1983. It’s really a beautiful ceremony that requires the kid to learn a lot of Hebrew prayer and religious study.

But really most 13 year olds do it for the party. Or at least i did. My party had a theme which was totally embarrassing. That I will not say here on the internet. But it was quite a bash. This party ironically had a 1980’s theme and kind of looked like a Vegas version of my Bat Mitzvah. Which was hilarious.

Davy got dressed up and spend the night shaking her booty. She loved it. Loved it. She got to dance with her Poppa Jack and Grammy and got to eat not one, but two deserts (um thanks dad?).

It was a great week. Davy loves spending time with her grandparents. After the Bar Mitzvah we went on a halloween train ride. She got a giant kick out of it. The adults got train sick.

Tonight was Halloween. Davy was a bunny and I was her carrot. My costume was more abstract then I hoped for, but hey, I put it together at 10 a.m. the day of halloween. Not so bad! Davy kind of hated it the whole trick or treating thing. She was totally freaked out by the costumes, and didn’t quite get that you couldn’t eat all of the candy right away! Poor kid. I am sure next year she will get the hang of it!