Baby has been sick since the day of the fish feet, so unless you want to hear about puking and sleepless nights and extra laundry, I don’t have any interesting stories to tell from the past few days.
We all had to go pick up our rental car yesterday so we wrapped her in one of the hotel towels as a preemptive measure. Yes, it has been that bad. Don’t let the smile on either of them fool you.
Today Josh took the boys to church while I stayed home to get thrown up on. At least by staying home I “got” to take a nap, which I needed, but ugh, naps suck the life out of me. There is only one Protestant church in Oman, called The Protestant Church of Oman (PCO). Clever, huh? It’s in a complex with a Catholic church that meets at the same time. In case you get lost, there’s a handy sign:
Josh said traffic was crazy getting in on the single road that services both congregations. According to him there were about 300-400 people at the 9 am service they attended and he estimated the Catholic service had twice as many people.
I understand they recently started an AWANA program too. With no other options, it makes church hunting very easy. We just have to choose between the 9 am or the 11 am service. (We’ll go at 9 because it’s the family service.)
But there are 50 bazillion mosques around town and they are all beautiful and ornate. This is the Grand Mosque named after Sultan Qaboos.
The boys have spent a lot of time with our soon-to-be neighbors. They’ve gone over to their house to play two different times and they met up with them at the pool after church this afternoon. They have two boys Carter and Caleb’s age and a three year old girl. Everyone gets along great and is sad when we break up the party to return to our hotel. The boys are already counting the days until we are right next door and they can come and go without parental interference. Supposedly there’s even a secret door in the attic that acts as a pass-through between the two houses.
This is not our house. Isn’t it beautiful though?
This isn’t our house either. Ours is much smaller and on a busy street. I’ll get pictures of it as soon as I can. But these gorgeous estates are all over Muscat, and more are being built all the time.
Our family has a new hobby: KittenWatch 2011. This mama cat hangs out at the back door of our hotel and Caleb is infatuated with her. I have many pictures of her on my camera. Well, the other day her kitten appeared and it is the cutest, tiniest thing ever. Every time we leave or come home the kids all do a kitten check.
And this door at the mall? Does not lead to the women’s restroom. There was almost an embarrassing story involving me entering the prayer room thinking it was a bathroom, but thankfully Calvin said, “Mom, I almost walked into the prayer room because I thought it was a bathroom” and then the picture of the mosque on the door made sense. I thought it was just decorative signage — you know, a Middle Eastern theme. I was wrong.
Hopefully baby will be better soon and we’ll be able to leave the hotel towel-free . . .