Carmi Gordon

Welcome to my life. It's been a fairly gurgle gurgle kind of existence so far, but who knows. Watch this space.

Monday, November 27, 2006

And my mother's son


And here is the all conclusive evidence that I am a junior version of my mum.
Just take a look at the original junior version. Yup, this is she, being held by my papa, who clearly has a corroding and ever more clearly ageing portrait hiding in the attic.
The inquisitive glance, the natty hairstyle, the sheer adorable cuteness of it all.
Ah me, well as long as I stop looking like a girl by the time I hit nursery-age I'm sure it will all be fine.

Friday, November 17, 2006

His father's son


It has been said that I look like my mum.
It has even been said that I look like my mum's dad.
It has even been said (to my father's face!) that I look nothing like him.

But here, for the first time, we can produce proof-conclusive that I am a genuine Gordon, decendent of a fine line of Gordons (well they all changed their names, but you get the idea).

This is my first time eating humus.
Those of you who know my dad (and uncles) know of our vague obsession with pureed chickpeas and I am happy to say, I seem to have their humus-munching genes.

Forget genetic finger-printing, forget facial similarity, what we are talking here goes to the very essence of a man.
Do you like humus.
Oh yes, I love humus.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Libi B'Mizrach - My heart lies in East


Here I am on the swing (see postings on see-saws and sea-saws passim), and I'm missing my mummy. She's gone a gallavanting to Israel, leaving me with my dad, and my thumb for company.
The thumb isn't bad. Today I am reminded of cheeky little bottle of milk I tasted a couple of weeks ago, fruity, but still dry - a Sancerre, perhaps.
But it doesn't make up for my Mum being far far away.
So here I am looking a little wistful.

Anyhow that was a couple of days ago. She's back.
My Mummy went to Jerusalem and I got a Kippah and a couple of Fisher Price stacking plastic things. The kippah is very tasty and the plastic makes a great noise when you bang it into the floor.

Oh, did I mention I'm crawling.

I'm crawling.

Watch out world, here I come.
Just not very quickly, and anything above ankle height is still safe. For now.