Since my last post we’ve been at home, and on the weekend we went to Bat Yam to grandpa and grandma. All the family was there (uncles, cousines).
On Saturday morning dad wasn’t home when I woke up. Mom took me with the girls to the Synagouge. Dad was there on the other side of the fence. When he was called up to the tora everybody sang “Siman tov u’mazal tov” for us. After the reading he told everyone my name:
Alma
After the prayer we invited everyone to a kidush downstairs.
Dad explained what does my name mean:
- עלמה is a young girl in Hebrew
- עלמא is world in Aramic
- Alma is apple
in Hungarian - Alma is soul in Spanish and Portuguese
- Alma is nourishing in Latin (see: Alma Mater)

Alma Fleischer
Eight days a week
I would’ve my brit mila today, and then you would already know my name. But we’re exploiting the advantages of being a girl
, so mom and dad take another few days, as they say, for “beta testing” my new name until Saturday. You’ll get noticed at Saturday night. Countdown: 4 days…
it’s not that bad! Reminds me mom’s belly. Dad was very proud of me because I wasn’t crying at all. 

Home, sweet home
Birth story
Happy Birthday, Girl!
Raw data: girl, 2009.03.10. 08:57, 3380g, 49cm 

purim – Rubik’s cube
Hány halottat ér meg a kormányon maradás?
voltunk Keshetben (Golán fennsík). Nagyon intenzív, de nagyon érdekes is volt és sok új információ birtokába kerültünk.