until we’re in the air, again. Josh is checking us in online as I write this and all the bags are packed. It seems like we have more stuff than last time, which shouldn’t be possible, but we were able to buy shoes and other extra clothes to replace those that were left behind in Egypt so I guess that’s part of it. The Monterey Hillbillies are hitting the road, this time with knives and an electric fly zapper.
Speaking of Egypt, the word from there is that embassy employees should all be headed back in the next 2 weeks or so, but no families yet. And those who are there haven’t been allowed to travel freely around the city so it is to our benefit to be headed to Oman instead. Of course today the Omani army moved in, shut down a protest and arrested a bunch of people in Sohar, about 200 km (125 miles) from Muscat. Maybe I shouldn’t unpack when we get there . . .
I think baby girl reads my blog because ever since I posted about how we compete to get her to sleep she has been all, “oh yeah? I’ll show you!” and has been sleeping like a normal human all week long. 2 hour naps, more than one nap a day, no screaming for almost an hour as we futilely try and sooth her to sleep. Instead she’s been snuggling into her sheets, whimpering a little, yawning a lot and drifting off to sleep easily. She’s even been sleeping for a 6 hour stretch each night. Someone snuck in and swapped babies with me and I came out the winner in that trade.
I woke up at 3:30 in the morning 3 nights ago and Camille hadn’t woken up yet and I my first thought was, “I’m sure she’s OK, but I need to check to see if she’s still alive or I’m just going to lie awake all night wondering if she is actually breathing.” She was, but I think my poking woke her up — I tried the hand on the back, but I couldn’t feel anything through the blanket and I put my hand in front of her nose and mouth, but I couldn’t feel any breathing, so I just poked her until she moved, but then she was awake and yelling for me and I was thinking, “no wonder your kids don’t sleep through the night.”
So anyway, happy days are here again. At least temporarily, until we do a time-warp/shape-shifting move on our little girl again. And just in case she is reading . . . I totally bet that she won’t sleep at all on the plane.
Go ahead and prove me wrong little girl. I dare you.
