The scribe attempted to ingratiate himself to me with gifts from the (Near) Orient, but it wasn't exactly gold, frankincense or myrrh. He did bring me a fabu new robe, though, with faux gold embroidery...
...and he also brought me lotions and therapeutic mud from the Dead Sea. The mud was horrible! Stinky and stinging. You can see that I was not amused:
What does a baby need skincare products for, anyway? Isn't baby-soft skin what all you old people want? To make up for the mud fiasco, Dada took me to a baseball game. I tried to stay up for the fireworks afterward, but my entourage took me home to bed...
Mostly in hot, humid Hardtown we hung out at the pool. Here's a typical vignette:
Note, if you can, what the sign says at the start of the video. Sixteen months old, and already breaking the law. Well, Mom's been predicting a life of crime for me for quite some time... Thankfully, the lifeguards thought I was cute and didn't bust me. Neither the first nor the last time!
More soon -- we have some catching up to do, you and I.
--Maddie
3 comments:
Welcome back, scribe!
Intentionally putting mud on your baby ... your time in eretz Israel has certainly given you crazy ideas :).
Heat sounds good if you have a pool (and life-vest) close at hand. That is probably what you meant talking of humidity.
We just spent 2 weeks at the sea and although the weather was unexpectably nice we are now looking for something more hot and humid for September. Step 2: look for such a nice life-vest as maddies.
Paul.
Amy, the mud was really for Mom, but she made me her guinea pig!
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