Are your ink pads within reach of little fingers? Surely not. It cleaned up quite well, except for the walls. For some reason it soaked right into the paint and it is now a shade of pink. Oh well. They’ll just paint over it when we move out.
He’s a turtle! A happy turtle.
Myka at our front door.
This is how I mopped one day – with Emery in the wrap. Other times I have gated Myka and Emery in their room, but he cries almost the whole time. I’m not sure which is worse: a screaming/crying child, or carrying an extra 30lbs while mopping. At least this way I get some extra exercise!
It rained one day. Rain seems so special here. Huge puddles form and last for days because there is no drainage system and the roads are not sloped to move water to the shoulder. Two kids were riding their bike and scooter through a particularly large puddle. I’m not sure I’ll let my kids do that here.
Cookies, garlic, and a pomegranate. Not eaten at the same time… The pomegranate was so messy, but fun! It looked like a crime scene with the juice splattered all over the counter and wall. Emery loved the seeds. I made some butter cookies because we missed making them at Christmas – a tradition we have. Better late than never, and they are so yummy.
These were the groceries I bought at Lulu, a grocery store in Khobar. I will have to go again soon; I’m looking forward to more pita chips! They were delicious! And I can’t find them anywhere else.) The compound bus goes on Saturdays, so maybe next week we’ll make that trip.
He is going to be great at pie eating contests. (Excuse the finger in the photo; I had to be quick.) Silly boy.
Myka was begging to use the vacuum. Team work! While I’m vacuuming I have to move quickly enough to stay out of Emery’s reach. It’s not easy.
I love these kids.