The morning of Camille’s birthday we woke up and went down to breakfast to find that Lucy had brought her a cake and a birthday card. I made the shirt that she is wearing, but not for her birthday. I just happened to finish it in the last 2 weeks so close enough.
Lucy was annoyed because she had ordered a cake with frosting to match the card and it was to say “Happy Birthday Camille!” with the number “1” written on top in frosting, but they put fruit on it instead. She complained that it was the Omanis at the bakery who always mess things up and back when Indians used to work there it was much better. That sounds totally racist, but it’s probably true.
There’s a recent “Omani First” movement/law that requires that businesses employ a certain percentage of Omanis. Since Omanis are not known for being very hard workers, sometimes to fulfill those requirements businesses will hire Omanis at minimum wage, but pay them to stay home. Then they employ Indians/Filipinos/etc to do the day to day operations to keep their businesses running successfully. Or you have Omanis that do work, but can’t get a birthday cake order right.
Enough poly sci/econ for today — back to the birthday girl. She ate a ton of Lucy’s lasagna for lunch, and then it was time for cake. I’m not sure what Calvin is doing here besides showing off his mouth full of lasagna.
For her birthday present we bought her a rhythm instrument set so she can play music along with her brothers.
Caleb, impatiently waiting for me to cut his piece of cake, started licking the frosting off of Camille’s hand.
She liked the cake. She didn’t dive into it the the way that she does the rest of her food, but she was getting really tired by that point. She kept sticking her fingers into the frosting and then eating the frosting off of her hand (with some extra help from Caleb, of course).
Like my dad said in the comments of my previous post, she has had quite an exciting and well traveled year. I wonder how many countries she’ll add to her passport in the next 12 months and where we will celebrate birthday number two. Really. I’m wondering. I have no clue.