I saw the sea, the sea saw me

This is all very complicated.
The see-saw was a couple of postings back, and now we have the sea-saw.
And then there is the saw-sea, which is how I look in the photos.
We went to Poole for the day, to stay at Ella Zik's place. Actually her grandparents, Simon and Susan think that it is their place, but really, they are just looking after it for us little 'uns. We had a great time, my mum and dad drove down after Shabbat, while I slept in the back, and then we had a play on the beach, and a walk along the pier in Bournemouth and played with the dogs and practiced my all-new proprietary zerbutt noise and, goodness, you woulda thought we were there for more than 24 hours, but I went to sleep in the car in Poole, and next morning, I was back in London.
Very handy this teleportation thing. I must remember how to do it for when I get older and want to get away without my parents having to drive me anywhere.

Ride 'em cowboy

This is me at the rodeo,
Post bath, still in that narrow window of merriment before milk and schluf become my entire focus.
Bath is good. We are big into bubbles at the moment. Big mountains of bubbles that disappear under my touch. A rare of example of me liking something despite it not tasting great.
Phwah.
In the picture, I'm looking at the relection in the big bathroom mirror of my mummy looking at me. it's a love things - sons and mums. It's a special kinda-relationship.

Malka on the see-saw

I like this photo.
Not the best res., but it's a good photo of my Malka.
This is the playground half way down my road. There are swings that I like lots, and then a see-saw, which Malka likes lots.
Actually, I quite like it too, but in this photo I seem more pre-occupied with just seeing if I can get this little bit of flaking red-presumably-full-of-lead paint off and into my mouth, yummeee.

Shake That Lulav

It's Succot time.
The really big news is that I HAVE A TOOTH.
At last.
I know the big excitement is when one comes out, but I'm pretty excited at one coming through.
It's bottom right front as you look at it.
And now when I bite on my dad's hand ... he knows about it.
Ahargh!

So this is me in the apalling under-decorated succah my Dad and Uncle built. Give me a couple of years and we'll have some finger paintings and other bright fun things.
And I;ve got my own lulav, actually it's not really mine.
My dad only let me play with it, sorry shake it, one the last day of the Festival just in case I broke .... oh, what's that little thing that's fallen off the lemon-like thing, was that important?
Ah.
So that's why I couldn't touch the etrog until the last day of the festival. Got it.

Autumn is coming, I'm ready, bring on the funky little duffle coats.

Quack Quack

Love my bath, love my bath toys.
Have duck will travel, actually they don't come everywhere with me. But when I'm at home, I love my ducks. I love my bath.
The best way to wind down at the end of a hard day's work, or play, or eating and gurgling and saying da-da and stuff.
Gotta lovaduck.

Nearly is perfectly good enough for now

This is me not quite crawling.
I can get up on all fours, and rock backwards and forwards. I can even do it with a certain sense of purpose.
But I'm not getting anywhere just yet.
The only way I've found of taking one hand off the floor is to put my head down on the floor as a counter-weight, which I am not sure is really helping matters.
Still, it'll come.
And in the mean time my parents still can have all their wires and pretty glass and shiny things arrayed around the house at less than six feet from the ground.
I will have my way with all those, oh so tempting and oh so fragile and oh so tasty things soon enough, but for now I'll have to stick with flapping my hands in the air until someone comes and picks me up.

Me and my piana

This is fun, I hit the keys and a whole symphony of electric stuff bursts out.
Until someone changes the setting then the noise only comes out a note at a time. My Dad likes to use the 'whole symphony' version to make it look like he can play properly.
He can't.
But my mum can play twinkle twinkle little star even with the thing upside down, which is pretty impressive even if twinkle twinkle is the only tune that fits into five notes.
Rachmaninov or bust.

Mary Poppins is nothing

This is Elian,
My first nanny.
She was great, 'was' because she's left already, she was here for about three months from when I was pretty little.
She liked to laugh, liked to make me laugh and taught me lots of Portugese... which I've already forgotten.
We used to go play on the swings and just hung out laughing (are you getting the sense of a theme here).
But then the other family who she worked for wanted her full time, so off she went.
Sad.
But I've got a new nanny now, Eva, she also laughs lots, but this time I'm learning Hungarian.
A csitari hegyek alat - or something like that.