Axel spent the last weeks of his first year in Piedmont then Normandy, making him a Mediterranean then English Channel (Manche) Baby at the time.
Personal moment in private swimming pool.
Saint Aubin Sur Mer.
He turned one July 18th, and so we are now quite late in making this post. Sorry. Still, Facebook was informed on time, with a schmattering of (one) photos.
You’ve got something stuck in your teeth.
The Chemery house in Normandy is decorated from top to bottom with delicate and refined collectables, dangling within Axel’s reach. Though we eventually confined him to a sort of medieval wooden cage (a device which has been passed down through many generations), he had many opportunities to destroy things and so he deserves credit for his good behavior.
Cage that has held 3 generations.
Outside now.
Now we are back on the Baltic. Greifswald is transformed in the summer by the influx of sunshine and German tourists — actually, from what we’ve seen, all of Europe’s beachy spots seem popular with German tourists.
What’s new since 11 months? Lots of pretend talking. Dances a bit and is starting to show signs of singing. Spontaneous yoga sessions in front of washing machine (see FB). Shakes head for ‘no.’ Hates naps and getting his nails cut. Teeth count holding steady at 4; sporting a pronounced gap-look — almost space for a 5th between his top pair!
He’s still quite friendly with new people, though he doesn’t appreciate it when a stranger pounces on him with no introduction. Indeed, who does? Babies are people too.
Off the the beach. Take care.
Baltic Baby 