Life got ahead of me a few months ago and I didn’t take time to write down what was going on with Oren. In retrospect, I think that he was changing so quickly and in such dramatic ways that I was afraid to try to capture it in words. Rather than try to look back and offer an incomplete account, I’ll offer these photos instead.
Sometimes when we go to the woods we bring a hammock. Idara and Oren are (usually) happy to share it.
Oren, Rachael, and Idara on a short hike we took in the Black Forest.
Oren at the Roman amphitheater in Myra, on the Turkish coast. If there’s one picture that describes his current personality, this is it.
Oren isn’t quite as passionate as putting things in rows as Idara (or me), but he still does it from time to time, and clearly takes a lot of pride in his work.
Oren and his flower crown outside of Kash in Turkey.
Happy baby on a walk in Turkey.
Oren is already celebrating learning how to use the toilet, despite not quite knowing how to use the toilet.
Oren and Idara.
Oren on the beach with Rachael. This is in Sumqayit, just north of Baku.
Oren and me looking out at the Mediterranean Sea on a stormy day.