Summer in Hardtown

My scribe is back from his selfishly indulgent trip to Israel, and we are living it up despite the heat and humidity in Dur-ham (that means "Hard-town," unless my Latin fails me--and maybe it does).

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