He got up at 7 while I was in the shower. We were out the door quick, at 7:35. We headed over to Poleg Beach, the beach on the Mediterranean due west of us, but which we hadn’t yet been to. Along the way he was a machine that was turning the engine.
I drove this morning. We parked and were walking in through the bamboo village area. Carly went to the bathroom and August was fine, having fun, as we kept walking. I told him to wait, and then he got upset when he realized mama wasn’t with us. We walked down to the beach, then headed to the left (south). Went a quarter mile or so, then set our stuff down. There were huge raking lines across the beach – perhaps they rake it to get out garbage, etc.? As we walked he was drawing a road with his toe, then breaking up clumps. When we stopped they made sandcastles for the first time with our bucket set. Mainly Carly made them and he destroyed them. Often he was a machine that was breaking down and lifted the top off of them as a result. We watched a man go in the water next to us and work his way past the waves with his paddle board, then watched him out on the water. There were also surfers and sailboats to watch, then the paraglider things with motors on them. The ones farther north that August and I have seen were motorless.
August walked down to the water several times to wash off his hands. Didn’t really get the looking left and right thing, and ran right in front of a few people. He had quite the dramatic response to Carly trying to put on sunscreen: “You’re not nice to me. You’re not nice to me anymore.” Finally, he was pretending to be a plant broken in storm.
It was getting warmer and sunnier (there had been clouds earlier) and I felt like going in the water. We walked back north and went to the bathroom and I changed. We then found a spot at the lifeguard area and Carly and I took turns going out in the water. A bit stronger here than at the beach farther north. August put his feet under the sand and pretended to be a crab, pinching me. I got him to take his shirt off. He had his other swimsuit on and it was coming down. He said “I feel half naked.” He saw a dad and two bigger kids burying themselves in sand near us, so we buried my legs. He wasn’t into doing it himself. I got him to wade in the water just a little bit.
About 11 we went to wash off at the faucets, but the faucets didn’t work, just the big showers he’s afraid of. So I used my water bottle to wash off his hands and feet. He then walked right back into the sand, luckily not getting too sandy before I got him back on the boardwalk.
At home he stayed out and killed weeds. All of them along the edge of the house. Had intended to keep some of them, but that’s okay. He’s excited about planting seeds. Inside he and Carly read part of Merry Christmas, Amelia Bedelia. Carly tried feeding him some quiche with not much luck. They then had a banana smoothie and I took a shower. He was then pretending to be a squirrel, and still not eating quiche: “Squirrels doesn’t eat quiche…I just want to eat acorns from now on.” And the squirrel was sick: “Youre being 177 mold growing in baby squirrel’s lungs and digestive system and blood.” He was doing a lot of resting on the couch as a squirrel and seemed to be a bit sleepy. He sang a nice “new nah nee nah nee” song.
I did a couple of loads of cardboard to recycling, then we all got going and went to the big Tiv Taam, which was really busy. He was upset when he found out we weren’t getting a cart. Made it through shopping though, and did an excellent job of being a crane to help put things on the conveyor belt. I tried to give him the last item, which was small, but he refused, saying the crane only picks up heavy things.
On the way home we stopped at the grocery store in Tel Yitzhak to get some hangers as they didn’t have them at Tiv Taam. We were also working on some Hebrew.
We were home at 4. He played some Dragonbox Big Numbers and Carly went upstairs and was doing some work. We went outside and did some watering, and he spilled the dirt out of the pot that had had the mystery seed. He went down the slide for the first time since I taped it up weeks ago, and he talked about how he liked to see cat poop.
We were back inside after 6. I had said something about getting some food (Carly had rice and zucchini and mushrooms). He said “You have to go inside. Sorry, we don’t have a barbecue.” As we walked in he said “Smells so good!” We read The Grouchy Ladybug while food cooked. He ate a bunch of mushrooms, but then said he was too full for rice. We read After the Storm, then Carly gave him a bath. They tried for bed at 7:15. He came back down and I got him some apple. We then read Biscuit Meets the Class Pet, Kipper A to Z, Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See?, and Pussy Cat Pussy Cat (a few times). He went back up and was asleep by 8:15.
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