Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 30th 2017

So, funny story...

Z: "Mummy give me your slipper quickly" (while scrambling hurriedly to snatch one of my slippers off)

Me: "Why do you need my slipper?"

Bubbles: "I just need to died something"

Me: (getting up in a panic after him) "Um..what do you need to died sweetheart?"

And what do I find?

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 29th 2017

Another line I never thought I'd never use:

"You should pick up your own bugs."

T was complaining because O squashes bugs and then asks him to pick them up off the floor for him. (eye roll)

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 27th 2017

Another moment of pride this morning:

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 25th 2017

Nothing like a trip to Casablanca to make me grateful I live in Rabat.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 22nd 2017

One of my special moments as a mom today: 

Watching my oldest son's first basketball match.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 21st 2017

I had the sweetest interaction with Z today. 

He slipped on my re-useable shopping bag to make an 'apron' and started cooking and feeding me imaginary food from his "restrong." 

He then started to put imaginary arnica and calendula (and a couple of other ointments whose names he made up) on me to make me feel better because I was sleepy.

I was even fed potato tea for my tummy.

I couldn't have come up with a better treat, especially since he wasn't even aware that today was Mother's Day.

This evening however, I thought of the ultimate invention to pamper women worldwide. I can't understand how they have managed to invent double sinks but haven't yet considered the critical need for double toilets!

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 19th 2017

Finally set up my preparing-to-embrace-the-world-every-morning corner.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 18th 2017

I just cannot understand why schools don't have coffee shops...

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 17th 2017

Three happy moments this morning:

Remembering I just received a bunch of Skips to munch on

Reaching another level in French fluency

And best of all, my oldest son's first basketball shoes.
Basketball was such a big part of my life that seeing my son
follow suit overwhelms me with emotion.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 13th 2017

Little Z stuck play dough on several of our walls to 'mark his territory.'

I'm thankful because there are so many ways that this could have been worse.

On another note, his giggles today while I tried to crack macadamia nuts were heartwarming. He found the fact that they kept leaping out of the mortar as I struck them just hilarious.

That and the fact that he has been successfully using the potty are making him increasingly adorable.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 12th 2017

Today's achievements:

Decluttered a big section of our room and ...

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 10th 2017

Got a babysitter and went out for the evening. 

Got some ice cream and then when we found we had some extra time, we went all out and head to the grocery store.

Life as parents...

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 6th 2017

T thought that it would be a great idea to rollerblade with the rollerblades on his hands rather than his feet.

He scuffled along with his knees and rollerblades on hands and then, when he got enough momentum, straightened out his body horizontally to 'glide' along.

To be honest, I was relieved. When he asked me to help strap the second rollerblade onto his hand, I fully braced myself for his to attempt this in handstand mode.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 5th 2017

Of all the times I've resolved not to shout or talk loudly to my children, losing my voice has been the only way I could actually stick to it.

The benefits of a quiet mother are actually plenty.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 2nd 2017

It's book character/reading day at school and T decided to go in as Garfield.

Reminds me if when O insisted on being a Zebra during the easter bonnet parade.

I wonder what my molecule defining, resonating chamber searching little one will want to be when it's his turn?

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): March 1st 2017

T got bitten by a cricket today that Z had picked up (I guess the bee sting didn't phase him one bit). 

I didn't even know crickets bit people, but I suppose it makes sense that my kids would be the ones to infuriate a cricket enough that it would bite.

I'm pretty sure that cricket has now acquired T's super accelerated jumping powers.