Only "real" Israelis knew how to find this place. Consider us real.
Worst Picture with the Camera's Self-TimerAt Mag'arsa water hike. (We are not actually blurry in real life.)
Best Capturing Nadav's Smile: Donny, Gila, Ariella!
There have been a few complaints that I have not posted frequently enough. This is partly because I have a new baby. Because of the new baby, I stay home much more. Because I am home, I am not out in the world, embarrassing myself and thereby providing good blog fodder. So I apologize.
I didn't want to go blog-less (like Annie says, "You're never fully dressed without a blog!"), but I haven't had time to fill you in on my exciting days, filled with: Run around driving everyone to kaytanah! Come home and have deep, meaningful conversations with Nadav! "Ahhh?" "Haaaa?" "Ehhhh?" Run around bringing everyone back from kaytanah! Watch a movie! ("Why does Scar want to kill Simba?" "Awiella, I can't hear the movie all because of YOU!") Eat dinner! Bedtime!
What to do? No blog to write, but don't want to disappoint my Loyal Readers. I hit upon the idea of a guest blog. And who better to fill this post (haha) than the King of the Lions, the King of the Jungle (who only only only wears tachtonim), the Boy Who Flies - Yaakov!
So, without further ado, I turn you over to Yaakov. A man of many words. ROAR!