He sat up at 6:30 then got up and went and looked out the window, the first of us to see the sunrise over Jordan. He gave a big “mama hug” when he went to her. We went down about 6:45 and waited to go in for breakfast. He said “Hi Cassie” and got a high five from grace. He then stood looking in the window into the cafeteria and spent some time lying on the floor. We went in for breakfast and he wanted to try everything again. He mainly ate the berry yogurt, the “banana bread” (more like a coffee cake bread), some egg, and the veggie quiche thing. After every meal he has helped me take our plate back and separate out the silverware and garbage. And as I was holding him after breakfast he gave me a good hug.
We went back to the room at 8. We read 26-Story Treehouse, which he thought was really funny. Carly left at 8:30, then we played the chipmunk game for quite awhile, making a nest for him out of the pillows.
We finally left a little before 11. We drove to Ein Bokek and found parking at a mall area by the beach. August helped put money in the meter, then we went over to the beach. Changed in the restrooms then went to a covered area on the beach and had a snack before going in the water. We went out on the wooden ramp to the shaded area actually out in the water. The sand and walkway are scorching out, and amazingly seems to get even hotter the first few feet in the water. August floated around for a couple minutes, but with his floaties on didn’t seem too impressed with the water and complained that it was too warm. I floated a bit, then went to him. Got him over on the beach, where he played in the sand and waded a little and I was able to go out and float again. I tasted the water, just a lick of my finger. August saw my reaction and wouldn’t do it. He did, however, really like the salt crystallizing on the posts.
We got going and took some time in the outdoor shower area. August was being a machine, breaking up the clumps of sand, when Carly came and found us. They had gone on a stream hike in the morning and had just arrived at the beach as we were leaving. We then went and changed and went over to the mall area to the Cafe&Cafe. We had brought cut up mango with us from home in our cooler. I’d put it in the fridge last night, but we were disappointed today to find that it had started to go bad. He was disappointed with that, so was talking about wanting a mango smoothie. We got a mango smoothie and a pressed sandwich – basically a pizza sandwich with tomato sauce, cheese, and mushrooms.
When we finished that August was a crab crawling through the mall and finding different floors that he said were the sea. We got in the car and drove over to where Carly had gone on the hike. She didn’t want us to do the whole hike (slippery rocks) but thought we’d really like the stream. She was correct. We got in the backpack about 1:20 and hiked up, under the highway (admiring the trilingual graffiti) and along the stream. The stream is basically the trail. There is a cool tree tunnel at one point. We got up to a kink in the stream where the cliff is close in on the left and it gets a little waterfall-ish. The walking became more difficult there so we stopped and walked back and found a shady place to play.
He got out of the backpack and started walking in the stream. He started pushing sand in from the little bank and it was making the water cloudy as it rushed downstream. I pointed it out so he did it more. We talked about how it was going down to the Dead Sea. He asked “Why it might go to the Dead Sea? Without taking a car?” We talked a lot about erosion, and looked at how the different sized rocks did or didn’t move down the stream. He then wanted me to be the sand: “Could you be the dirt that doesn’t want to go to the Dead Sea?” “Could you pretend to be the dirt washing down the stream?” That turned into a big game, with some of the sand wanting to stay in the stream in the shady spot and other sand wanting to go for the ride.
There was a bigger round stone that I said was the storytelling rock – it told stories to the sand around it. When August wanted to hear a story though it talked so slowly that we didn’t want the story any more. August was then a digger that moved the storytelling rock. Eventually, he replaced it with a different rock, which was supposed to be a storytelling rock, but turned out to be an ignoring rock. He would ask if it could talk about things and it would just say “No.” “Could you talk about grass? Trees? Photosynthesis?” “Gravity? Suction?” “Can you all about why you can’t see air?”
Finally, he turned into a virus machine, that was actually making the viruses big enough so that you could see them: “This machine makes germs and viruses bigger.” He kept asking me to look in the machine to see the part that made the viruses bigger: “Can you see the part that makes the viruses bigger?” Then he switched motions and was a box burning machine. As we played there, a few times people walked by and would smile at him or say hi, and one guy patted him on the head. He said hi back a couple times.
Finally, about 2:45 we changed him in to dry clothes (he was confused as to why we were changing out in the open, saying “Most people don’t want me to be naked.”) and started walking back, him walking in the stream. He was cautious about any mossy (moldy) looking part, as I had said they were slippery, although I really only meant back at the tunnel. He wanted the to ignoring rock to actually talk about something, so in the tunnel he asked “Can I learn how shadows go away when you’re in tunnels?”
We got back to the car, cooled it down, and drove south about ten minutes to a gas station. I punched enough numbers in that it finally let me get gas. I noted that my watch now said 104 degrees (at the beach earlier the electric sign on the lifeguard station said 42 Celsius, which is close to 108 Fahrenheit).
We started to drive back north to the hostel and August said he needed to pee. Luckily, there was a viewpoint that I wanted to stop at anyway, so I had him pee in the gravel, which he was very excited about. Took a couple minutes enjoying the view, then got driving and was back to the hostel at 4:15.
As we got out of the car he got very slightly bonked in the head with a door. I ended up letting him have one of the cookies and he said “I want to tell mama I ate the cookie cuz I was sad.” We left the key at the desk for Carly, who was about back from the agricultural center with the group – in fact their bus pulled in as we walked out. I had him in the backpack and we walked up the hill to the Masada vivistor center. We were planning to go up the cable car, but it was closed, with the last car coming down at 5. We went outside to look at the view. Pretty sure he mocked me, saying “Oh my gosh, look at the view.” We walked up the outside stairs and saw the cables for the cable car, and I pointed out the Snake Trail, which Carly would be walking up in the morning: “Is that where mama and the kiddos are going?” He referred to them as “kiddos”, like Carly sometimes does, several times. He also wanted to know more about rocks, so I started to tell him about the three kinds of rocks.
We briefly looked at the gift shop at books (looking for English books about trees and birds, etc. in Israel) then headed back down, getting to the hostel at 5:05. I had been carrying him in my arms and he slumped over at one point. We joked he was a robot and his balance meter had broken. Down in the parking lot he found a piece of broken spring and said “This spiral thing broke out of my balance meter.” He wanted to show it to mama, so he carried it to the pool and we found her and showed her, then put it in the bag.
We went and changed into swimsuits, then went in the pool. He just started swimming off among the big kids. Did several high fives with kids, and there was an older guy that he gave high fives to before telling him his hands were
underwater. They talked about other things as well, but I couldn’t hear. Grace came and talked to him and asked him what he thought of the pool. He said “It definitely isn’t the Dead Sea.” Which I think is a sentence I said to him a few minutes earlier when we got in the pool, but I was impressed that he remembered it and used it correctly in context in a conversation. There was another girl with a waterproof camera and he swam up to her and said “Is that waterproof? Is it floating?” She then took a selfie with him.
Carly got in and I got out. They played for several minutes and I got back in for one more swim before the pool closed at 5:45.
We went back to the room. We were talking about the kids in the rooms next to us, boys on one side, girls on the other, and he asked “What gender mean?” I said he was a boy and Vivian was a girl. He disagreed: “I’m a girl, and vivian’s a boy.” He didn’t nurse at all until 6:20. And he told Carly about the cookie: “I ate-ed a cookie after dada bonked my head with the car door.”
Carly went to supervise and we read 26-Story Treehouse. We also played the baby chipmunk game and it was sick. I mentioned having to save it, and he said “But some animals die at the end of their lives.” Also “Luckily I have a powerful medicine that can kill trillions of viruses growing in my body!” As we left to go to dinner at 6:55 he asked “Is the kiddos awake?”
Dinner was pretty much the same as yesterday, but with mashed potatoes instead of roasted potatoes. And we had a chicken leg as well. He said “Hi Dudley!” a few times but Dudley didn’t hear him, but a few minutes later he was back at the table and did. Before we left at the end of dinner he said bye to Dudley and to Cassie, and gave them and a few other teachers high fives.
Back in the room Carly tried to put him to sleep around 7:40. Didn’t work though, and she went to supervise kids. We read the Treehouse book and then played the Space app. Carly came back about 8:40. He told her “I love you so much; I won’t let you die!” He was asleep by 8:50.















