I have unearthed my rice cooker and fallen in love with it all over again...
Z managed to sit at our breakfast table for his 'lunch.' He ate yogurt sitting on one chair and managed to smudge yogurt where he was seated. Then he had watermelon while sitting on another chair, and dripped watermelon juice under his seat and on the area of the table in front of him. Finally, he had the hearty meal my rice cooker helped make and chose a third location to adorn with rice and nuts.
O had read about a robot called mop and shine that some mom invented in a fictional story that now sounds like my sweetest fairy tale.
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Monday, August 29, 2016
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 29th 2016
I wonder if anyone else has to remind their child to wear his shoes as he heads out to school?
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 27th 2016
Z climbed up the back of my bed this
morning and called "Activate flying powers!" before he fell back onto
the mattress in fits of giggles.
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 24th 2016
We have ants. A lot of ants.
I know it's common here, but I doubt anyone has this many ants. Flying ants in one bathroom, crawling ants all over the kitchen and breakfast areas, ants in our garbage, ants drinking water in our bathroom, and the latest, ants moving their eggs by the hundreds, maybe thousands, into our bedroom.
When I said I liked the 'charm' and 'naturey' feel of our house here, I meant trees in the yard, and birds chirping by the window. No Ants.
I know it's common here, but I doubt anyone has this many ants. Flying ants in one bathroom, crawling ants all over the kitchen and breakfast areas, ants in our garbage, ants drinking water in our bathroom, and the latest, ants moving their eggs by the hundreds, maybe thousands, into our bedroom.
When I said I liked the 'charm' and 'naturey' feel of our house here, I meant trees in the yard, and birds chirping by the window. No Ants.
Diary of a Confused Mom (in Morocco): August 23rd 2016
Two more things I love about T:
He doesn't care if his socks match. Laundry
work is much easier this way.
My sister and I (lovingly) call him scruffy behind his
back. Scruffy left the side door unlocked again, and today
it was my saving grace when I locked myself out of the front door with Z asleep
inside the house. I will never admit this to him.
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