Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 11th 2016

Today has been a very Moroccan flavored day.

Discovered:

UPS requires ID to send documents and checks through the papers you are sending.

The small citrus fruit kumquat is adorable and generally delicious.

Cooking with lavender is my new found joy.

We have a neighbor that practices the piano and the delightful tunes sooth me through the vents every day.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 8th 2016

My boys were fascinated at the tide pools, especially with the hermit crabs they found. 

When they held one proudly up for me to see, I couldn't help but think how much like a hermit crab I actually feel these days. A creature that has to constantly move house and that feels terrifyingly vulnerable and exposed during the transition. 

That's exactly what I am right at this moment: a hermit crab without a shell.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 6th 2016

You know your 3 year old has been around you too much when they call out in the morning "boys, third alarm, time for school" and then tell their older brothers off for scrunching up mom's scarf.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 4th 2016

O's teacher came up to congratulate me on how well O argues in a debate. When I told her it's because he gets plenty of practice arguing with his mother, she said "that's what he said."

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): May 2nd 2016

Z was giggling, even laughing out loud in his sleep last night. When he woke up he told me he had been fighting meat eaters with his tail.

Then the entire morning at the zoo today he was pretending to fight off each of the animals with his tail, like a Stegosaurus would.

There's an Egyptian expression where they say that something has "licked your brain," and that's definitely an accurate description of what dinosaurs have done to my little Z.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): April 30th 2016

Random thought: Sports teams should really have end of season celebrations at juice bars not ice cream parlors.

Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): April 24th 2016

It's the small victories that ultimately matter. I found a lined notebook!