Faux Friday

I had a “Friday” night all to myself (Thursday night is the last night of the work week) and what did I end up doing? The spirit of Pam descended on me and I spent about 6 hours sorting through Camille’s clothes and toys — throwing things away, separating out things to give away, and organizing the things I was keeping. It’s now almost 2am and I’m feeling quite productive, so I might as well be extra productive and post a round-up of photos of Camille from this week. (I always have photos of her because she’s the one that is around all day and the boys aren’t as funny as she is).

Loving on Zeki

our very fat and happy cat 
(he’s fat because he eats the dog’s food. He pushes the dog out of the way and plants himself between him and the bowl)

We picked up a play kitchen from the neighbor’s house and loaded it in the back of the car. She claimed my seat and wanted me to sit in the back for the drive home.

The kids (minus Calvin) all had a slumber party. 7 kids were all still sleeping at 8:30 am. Best sleepover ever.

Playing with her new kitchen (wearing her apron)

I love it when she sleeps

I still love her when she doesn’t sleep (barely!), but 11:30pm is ridiculous. I had put her to bed and thought she was sleeping while I was watching TV downstairs. I came up to bed and found her in MY bed, with all of her blankets and stuffed animals. She asked me, “Where are you going to sleep?” Nice try, sweetie. 

We went to get henna and a pedicure. This is the outfit she chose (you can’t see the florescent purple and orange socks she is wearing).

Beautiful henna (It’s Nutella on her mouth, not henna)

The remnants of this Nutella face — I don’t even know how she did this. Did she dip her face into the jar?

Gangsta Meels

Off to sleep feeling decluttered in both body and mind. Night night!

Without Fail, reprised

Today Josh left for Jordan for 3+ weeks. Within an hour of his departure, the car wouldn’t start. I can’t make this stuff up. It’s like it senses his proximity to the island and as soon as he is out of range, it all goes haywire. (see also: this time last year)

The car started fine first thing in the morning, though it did sound a little more sluggish than normal, and I drove to Pilates. An hour later I went out to the parking lot to drive home and “click-click,” nothing. I was sweating in a firebox of a car, staring at the gauges in disbelief, with a grocery bag full of frozen items in the back seat. Now what?

Praise be that this time I had a built in escape hatch! One week ago Josh and I bought a second car to make years 3 and 4 here a bit easier with scheduling and transporting of kids. It had already paid off once this morning when Josh had an early report time before his flight and it was about to pay off again when I realized that somewhere in the parking lot, I had another car to drive home. A friend and I separated and stalked the rows of cars until I spotted my little Land Rover — it’s a Freelander, so it’s compact, not the typical Land Rover beast.

This isn’t my car, but similar enough. Ours is sand colored, has a few more scratches and dings, but it has a working battery so I love it! 
I was happy I had been lazy and told Josh instead of driving him in, I’d figure out how to get his car home from base later in the week. Instead, I was going to have to figure out how to get my own car home . . . someday. I messaged Josh, venting that this sort of stuff always happens when he’s off with the Marines, figuring he’d get it when he landed. A few minutes later I was surprised to get a message back that he was still in limbo, waiting on a broken plane. Long story short, his flight ended up being cancelled and they were returned to base to go home for the evening. Take that, car gremlins! Josh was able to jump the car, call the mechanic, and arrange to have a new battery installed tonight. I think we’ve had to replace the battery every year/18 months that we’ve lived in the Middle East. I think this is our 3rd — the heat is hard on them and when they die, they go without warning. 
I’m hoping that we got our obligatory car problems out of the way and that there isn’t a repeat when he leaves again tomorrow. At least I’ll still have a substitute car to fall back on!

Calvin in Uganda, Part 1

In a few hours, Calvin will be flying to Germany with his soccer team so it seemed appropriate to post a bit from his last international adventure. Plus, this is all I’ve been able to get out of him so far. When I asked if he could write some more he said, “How about we do it in two parts?” Alright then . . . here you go:

My experience in Uganda was amazing! It was by far the greatest and most powerful experience I have ever had. I really enjoyed the opportunity to help and serve the people in Uganda.
On the bus

On the wall at the Children’s Home — photos of the kids and their sponsors
We sponsor a boy, Joshua, and a girl, Jamawiya.
We didn’t get to the hotel until late that night, so we didn’t get to the orphanage until the next day. Once we got there, we met with a few of the kids, and then proceeded to pass out T-shirts, and hats. Then after we were done taking photos, the kids danced, and sang a few songs. Then it was time to work. Most of us went and started finishing the wall that they had already started, and the rest of them went into one of the buildings, and sorted the donations that we had brought with us. We got pretty far with the wall, and by the end of the day, everybody was able to play with the kids at least a little bit.
For Joey’s birthday, instead of a part and gifts for himself, he and his friends and family went to Build-A-Bear and made a stuffed animal for each of the Hoffman Home children. This is Joshua with his bear. 
They brought handmade quilts and pillowcases for each of the kids


We were all so glad, happy, and excited to be here. We couldn’t wait for what tomorrow had in store for us. We went back to the hotels, and split up for about an hour before dinner, to shower, and change. That is when I started feeling sick. Instead of going down to dinner, I laid in bed, trying to sleep, hoping that I would feel better in the morning. Unfortunately, I didn’t. Even though I wasn’t feeling well, I still went with them, and the laid down in one of the administration rooms in the main building. That was probably one of the hardest things on the trip. knowing that I could be out there helping people, but instead I had to be inside, doing nothing, but laying there.
Picture of Michelle and Julia. Husband/Dad and sons/brothers added their handprints to the wall on this first visit
At about lunchtime, I felt well enough to venture out into the main sitting rooms for the guests, where the rest of the team were eating lunch. I hung out with them while they ate lunch, and continued to sit there until well after they had gone back to work. About an hour later, I walked outside a little bit, and talked with a few kids. I guess they have only been going to an english speaking school for a few months, but they speak pretty good english. It’s kind of hard to understand them at first, but it got easier to understand them as the trip went on.
Calvin with Jamawiya

Thankfully, I never once felt sick again. The trip went pretty well from then on. I think that one other person felt sick during the trip, but that’s about it.

Growing on Me

This is the month when the Class of 2014 is scrambling to buy last minute pieces of furniture, check every last thing off their bucket lists, and schedule movers, hotel stays and plane tickets. Meanwhile the incoming Class of 2016 is trying to figure out whether to bring their bookshelves and patio furniture, how to get their pets on an airplane in spite of a heat embargo and animal importation restrictions, and freaking out about living in The Middle East. I’m sitting calmly in the middle with nowhere to go and nowhere to be and it’s looking pretty fine.

The driving mostly doesn’t bother me anymore. In fact, I’ve developed a few bad habits in the last two years. Two days ago I had to get to a meeting and no one was moving. I veered around a few cars, took a short trip the wrong way up a wrong way street and dropped out right in front of the light, bypassing about 25 cars. I was ready to resort to driving on the sidewalk, but thankfully cars started moving and it didn’t have to come to that. Now I’m more annoyed when people aren’t driving aggressively than when they are. Like the guy who wouldn’t pull into traffic today even when he had 5 second long gaps. I gave up and drove in the oncoming lane to go around him and merge into a space that he considered too small. Blame it on the Saudi influence. 
To drive here without losing your mind you have to be willing to swerve like you’re driving through an obstacle course: (around random pedestrians, bicyclists, and cars that don’t stay on their side of the road). The key is look at every other thing on the road whether it’s a car, animal, or human and think to yourself, “What is the stupidest move they could make right now?” and assume they will do it since it’s about a 50/50 chance that they will. 8 point turn on a major street? Check. Driving in reverse because they missed their turn by 1/2 a block? Check. Creating a third lane on the sidewalk? Check. Driving through the red lights en masse because they don’t want to wait for the next green? Check. Parking on a major thoroughfare, in the lane just because . . . Check. (Those are all examples from this week.) 
In the spirit of “if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em,” I’ve figured out some tricks to keep me sane on the roads whether it’s shortcuts that bypass the worst of the intersections, audiobooks, or doing a bit of curb hopping myself. We just picked up a second car, another island beater, so Josh can do some of the shuttling of the boys home after their after school activities instead of me having to drive to base to pick them up. It’s a gift to ourselves for the next 2 years. We’ve done a good job of sharing one car, but the older the kids get, the more they are doing and the more driving it requires — often in different directions. 
We were at the mall this past weekend buying some pants for Calvin’s trip to Germany. He’s grown so much over the past few months that all of his pants are floods. He’s going to freeze his butt off in Germany compared to the temperatures here, so I was a nice mom and bought him some new ones that he’s sure to outgrow in about 3 months.
I was excited to see this bit of Engrish on the wall at H&M until I realized it was only vandalism — it’s supposed to say “wear it” not “near it,” but someone picked off part of the W. Boo for proper English.

I loved seeing these Bahraini men shopping with their bags from Bath and BodyWorks. I wonder if they are buying freesia shower gel and cherry blossom lotion? 

We have an Entertainer coupon book that has buy one, get one free coupons for food places all over the mall. We stopped at ColdStone so we could say we saved money somewhere after spending almost $150 on three pairs of pants. They were advertised at 50% off, but since something that retails for $50 in the US costs twice as much here, we basically paid full price after all the “discounts.” 
Cotton candy ice cream with marshmallows. I can recommend the mud pie — coffee ice cream with oreos, fudge, peanut butter and almonds. The peanut butter sounds like overkill, but it’s perfect. 

The other thing we shop for at the mall is our coffee. My best purchase of the year is my Nespresso machine. I know people buy gadgets and then they sit on the counter and never use them, but this machine is genius. I generally use it twice a day and can make a cappuccino for myself in about 30 seconds. A capsule goes in the machine, push a button, pour milk in the foamer (the container with the red light) and when the light turns off, pour the foamed milk into my cup. Each one I drink is 1/6 the cost of getting one at Costa or Starbucks. I won’t brew a pot of coffee because I only ever want one cup and it’s quick enough that I can make one as I’m rushing out the door. It costs more up front, but I’m close to breaking even. Maybe. I don’t really care since I can have a cappuccino without guilt every day  now. 
Totally unrelated — just a photo of my girlie playing at the park. 

Happy Mother’s Day!

I was going to post these yesterday, but I got home after a busy day to find that our power was out. Then when it came back on, I forgot about the photos and spent a few hours finding a place for us to stay when we visit Florence in July. Now my trip is half booked, Rome and Florence, but we’re flying Space A and hoping to stay a few days with friends, so not as fully planned out as I normally do. Leaving room for adventure to happen, I guess.

This shoot was a gift from my friend, neighbor, and sister wife who is moving at the end of this month. We love their family and there will be a big hole left in their absence. Camille is already making plans to go to New York to visit them.

We shot in two locations: an old, historic Bahraini house that has been preserved

with all the beautiful arches and carved doors

He has changed so much in one year

This is Bob, captured perfectly

Then we headed over to the old fort with its stone steps and arches. 

I think this is my favorite of the day. I’m going to get a print or a canvas of this.

Ancient meets modern