Playgrounds in Israel are not concerned with kids hurting themselves. They are more interested in fun than safety. These are the types of playgrounds that were still around when I was little. 

I couldn't let him have all the fun. 

Shmulie on the slide. 

Tubes make for interesting frames. 

He's not quite big enough for this sort of activity, but he loved the tube. He kept putting his face up against it to look out at us. 

This is Shmulie at the local park. He moves so fast now that we're starting to feel that we have to be everywhere at once. I was running back and forth to both ends of the tube, and michele was there too keeping an eye on things. But he's still a blur. Most of the shots didn't come out because he's always on the move. 

This is Jenny and Benji Simon. Jenny is due in June!!!! Benji, on the other hand has pneumonia and is in the hospital right now. We wish him a hearty Refuah Shlema and an easy hospital stay. 

Jenny and Benji being lovely. 

Ema and Shmulie 

Oh look, some pachyderms. 

I find that with digital cameras you get a lot of "epiphany pictures" (coined here first). You hold the camera at the height of the subject, but the subject continues to look at you as you plead with him to smile. The result is a smile of wonderment into the distant unknown. The results can be duplicated by a passing car or some wandering pachyderms that catch the eye.

This is the only real good spot for pictures near our apartment. It's a bench under a cedar and an olive tree. You might have seen a few pictures taken from here. 

Shmulie just flew in from Siberia, and boy are his arms tired. 

No, Shmulie isn't a stoner. His busy box just makes him high on life.

Aunt Ann and Shmulie. By the way, he doesn't use a pacifier anymore. 

"Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow. you're only a day away." 

Me and Shmulie 

Papa's wearing some type of Hindu frock. 

Papa and Shmuelie. 

Shmuelster the Bullster 

The only time he doesn't look big. 

The best of these pictures isn't in my possession. It shows him diving after the eight ball with his mouth open. If I get it, I'll post it. 

"So that's what worms taste like!" 

Do you see the drool hanging from his chin? 

These are pictures of when we were home in Atlanta. Most of you have seen them already. This is on the dock behind the Pogrow house.