Where should we begin? So much to tell you all...
Let's begin on our mirpeset (balcony). As long as Noam is just crawling, it is pretty safe for him, because there is a sturdy railing. But Noam decided to drag his toy car (pictured in a previous post) out onto the mirpeset with him, and use it to climb up onto the ledge and try to shimmy up the railing. He screamed when we grabbed him and pulled him inside.
Nonetheless, we love our mirpeset, and so does Noam! Here are some pictures of the view at sundown:
Then there's the park. There are two that we've gone to recently. One is a playground near our house. There isn't too much for children his age there (no baby swings like in Bubbe's backyard!) but we've been experimenting with the slide, and that's fun. Here are some pictures of us there:
Yesterday, to celebrate Yaffa's birthday, we went to Gan Hapa'amon, a bigger, further park with nice grassy areas. Noam crawled around for a while until he found a nice muddy patch...
...which he proceeded to dig in, until he found an old plastic water bottle top...
...which he then tried to eat.
He was unconvinced when we told him it was yucky!
Speaking of eating, Noam likes to eat out with us at Cafe Ne'eman. Eema and Daddy have coffee. Noam could drink from his bottle, but instead he insists on drinking from our water glasses. Then he takes the straws and tries to eat them.
Finally, we have the steps in our building. In case it's not clear from our descriptions of the wonderful view, our apartment is on the top floor of the building. It is three and a half fairly long flights up. To manage this with Noam, we leave his stroller locked to the railing at the bottom of the steps, and just carry him up and down. If one of us goes out alone with Noam, this means putting him down on the floor for a moment while we lock or unlock the (folded) stroller). Today, however, while Daddy (and later in the day, Eema) was locking up the stroller, Noam decided to get a head start on the stairs. And up he went, all three and a half flights. We could tell he was getting tired towards the end, but he consistenty refused any help (frighteningly reminiscent of Aunt Debra T as a baby...).
Having reached the top, he screamed when we wouldn't let him go back down the stairs to start over!
The good news is that with all this climbing, he worked up quite an appetite for dinner, and now he's fast asleep!
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