Fa, la, la, la, la!

The other day we went to the elementary school winter concert. I was amazed by how many parents (both moms and dads) were in attendance at 2pm on a workday. I guess when you put such a high value on education that you’re willing to pay big bucks for it, you take advantage of every opportunity to see if your investment is paying off.

The hour long concert featured songs performed by each grade, plus a few group numbers at the beginning and the end.


2nd grade


4th grade


combined choirs

Their singing was better than our camera work, but I’ll blame it on the squirmy baby who was not nearly as fascinated by the concert as we were.

And for those of you who either can’t or don’t want to sit through the videos (I don’t blame you — there’s something about sharing DNA that magically makes these events tolerable) the following photos are for you:

He totally knew I was taking a picture of him even though I was all the way across the gym. Love that smile.

Wearing cousin Mia’s dress — can’t believe she was ever this small!
Singing his little heart out. I loved watching him sing with so much energy that his entire body moved. 

Carter was pretty far away from me so all of the photos I took of him had large balding heads in the foreground. This is the best of them.

And if you made it this far, your reward is another nausea-inducing video. No really, you might want to slap one of those seasick patches on before you watch this since the swaying of the kids plus the swaying of the camera is quite a combination. Maybe next time we’ll spring for a tripod. No, we won’t. I’m not going to be that parent. (I’m also not going to be the parent holding an iPad in the air to film it — there were several of those too.)

Princess Buttercup

She may look like a princess, but she’s a fighter. The situation: Carter has a candy cane — she wants some and loudly lets him know it. He tries to give her a piece of it. She takes the entire thing. Chaos ensues. 

underground city

One of the afternoons in Urgup/Cappadocia, Josh took the boys to the underground city. I didn’t go because 1) it was time for the baby to nap and we had been hiking all morning 2) supposedly the underground city is made up of all these connecting tunnels, some that you have to kneel and crawl through and I didn’t see how that would be feasible with a baby on my back (and that part sounded a little claustrophobia inducing) 3) it looked to be almost an hour away according to the map, which did not sound like a fun drive with a tired, yelly baby.

It turns out that except for the necessary nap for Camille, all the other obstacles weren’t an issue. It was only about 1/2 an hour away and the boys didn’t want to go down any of the really narrow tunnels because they were small and pitch dark, so I wouldn’t have had to worry about squeezing through tunnels with baby. Either way, I enjoyed my quiet afternoon in my cave while the boys went and explored this cave.

From what I remember reading in the guidebook, thousands and thousands of people lived in these underground cities to hide from enemies/religious persecution. I should probably google that to make sure it’s accurate, but I don’t feel like doing that right now. Josh said the craziest thing was that everything was underground, including areas where they would grow food. He couldn’t figure out how you could grow food without sunlight. Maybe they just stored food for the times they were in hiding?


They had access to plenty of grapes. Cappadocia is wine country.

I can’t say a lot of interesting things about these photos, because I didn’t take them and I wasn’t there, but I do know the story behind this one. These underground cities (there are over 100 of them, but 2 or 3 main ones open to the public) are huge with tour groups and while Josh and the boys were there, they heard a tour guide talking about this well and how it provided water for all the thousands of people that used to live underground. He then took out a small pebble or rock and told the group to listen as he reverently dropped it into the well. It fell down, down, down and the group all oohed and ahhed and nodded when they heard the “splash.”

After the tour group left, Josh took the boys over to the well, because he didn’t hear a splash and he tossed a coin in and it clattered and banged all the way down until they heard a “thunk” as it hit the dry bottom. As the boys were telling me this story, they were laughing so hard that they had tears in their eyes at the idea that the tour guide made a big production about hearing water in the well when it was so clearly dry.

Some of those areas are looking pretty narrow to me . . . maybe it was a good thing I didn’t go along.

If you want to read more about Kaymakli from someone who has more information than I do, I found this link that describes what is on each of the 4 levels that are open to the public: http://www.anadol.com/kaymakli.htm or there’s always my friend, wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaymakl%C4%B1_Underground_City

Maybe a table? A millstone? A door?
**Josh let me know that this is stone is actually part of their security system. The stone would be turned on edge, rolled to block the archway in the photo below, and wedged in place to keep intruders from entering. 

The main passages had some light (you can see the wiring running in this picture, but I guess a lot of the passages are completely dark. Josh said the boys started out with the idea of exploring all the side tunnels, but decided it was too dark. In all they saw stables, a church, living areas, kitchens, granaries, wineries, ventilation shafts, everything required to maintain a city, all underground.

Proud Mama

“You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have: The Facts of Life. The Facts of Life.” That song is stuck in my head right now (unfortunately taking up valuable brain space) because I often have “funny” stories about Carter related to school — not wanting to read or take tests, his homework frustrations, his non-love of academics, but today I have a fabulous Carter school story.

Two days ago Carter came home and said that his class was hosting an assembly and his teacher had picked him and another boy from his class for speaking parts. I was sure I misunderstood him because a child who just two months ago refused to read out loud if his brothers were in the room wouldn’t possibly be willing to read out loud in front of the entire 4th grade. “Not the 4th grade mom. The whole elementary school!” Say what now?

Sure enough. Today I got to go watch the child I feared would never read, read into a microphone to about 500 people.

The purpose of the assembly was to remind everyone to take care of the toys and playground equipment during recess. Since the 4th grade was hosting the assembly they brainstormed and came up with the points that they thought should be brought up during the assembly: take turns, use the slide properly, always bring a water bottle and hat, wait for the recess monitor before getting toys out of the bins, be careful on the swings, etc.

Then a staff member filmed them while they demonstrated these points on the playground, interviewed each other, etc. The format of the assembly was a news broadcast and Carter and his friend were to be the news anchormen who would introduce the video.

A full house: the bleachers were completely filled with kids from preschool through 5th grade


right before going onstage


the main event


Carter on the big screen (he said being in the video was the most embarrassing part).

He did a great job and I’m so proud of him. I was also really happy that he invited me to watch him perform. It felt like I was watching a miracle in action . . .

Allergic to Oman

There are all sorts of things we miss about Monterey, but one of the things we were happy to leave behind was the poison oak that plagued us every winter. Like clockwork, every October the identifying leaves would fall and the boys would somehow come in contact with the “dead” twigs that remained and pick up a fresh case of it. Horrible, horrible stuff.

It always played out the same way — a mystery “bug bite” that overnight turned into an explosion of rashes, swollen eyes and mouths, and ended with trips to the doctor for steroids, money spent on creams and scrubs to get rid of the oils, and a very unhappy mom who was always infected just as badly as the original victims. 
So yea for desert climates and no poison oak! Except . . . it’s October 8th and for the past week Carter has had crazy itching, swelling, and rashes all over his body. We think it’s related to the rugby field because 2 weeks ago all the kids were itchy and red after practice, lasting even into the next day. But since practice last Sunday Carter has been miserable. His one eye has been swollen 1/2 shut, he has tiny blisters and a raised rash all over his torso and under his arms, and he can hardly sleep at night. Omani “benedryl” doesn’t seem to be helping, so for the past two days he’s been getting doses of Josh’s Allegra. The longer it goes, the more it looks like how his body reacts to poison oak. And I don’t know the source. 
He’s never had grass allergies. He played on that field for 2 months when we first arrived and never had an issue. I’ve been getting these crazy bug bites where the swelling is the size of my palm and looks just like the bullseye rashes you get with lyme disease. Yeah, I looked it up using Google images — it looks just like it, but Lyme disease doesn’t happen here. Supposedly. So I don’t know if Carter is reacting to an exotic bug bite, a particular fertilizer that they use on the field, something that he’s eating . . . totally puzzled. 
Especially since I’m now noticing vague allergy symptoms in the other kids and myself. Calvin has red patches on his face that have persisted for a month, in spite of the various creams I’ve tried on them. My mouth has what my sisters and I identify as “mango mouth” where my lips feel chapped and burning and I have tiny blisters above my upper lip. Even Caleb has had a similar rash to Carter after each practice, only not nearly as severe or as long lasting. 
Josh seems to be the only one unaffected by the mysterious allergy thing we have going on at our house, but even he isn’t immune to the itching. He never gets bug bites, but he’s been getting eaten alive here and it’s driving him crazy. We left the poison oak behind in Monterey, but October 2011 has been just as itchy as Octobers 2008, 2009, and 2010.

I think it’s time to head back to 29 Palms . . .