The Nomad Mum's Diary

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Incommunicado

I am going into exile for 36 hours. Hubby is dragging us to his family's "summer" house in the mountains. He said he needs to unwind, I will get a nervous breakdown, freeze to death and on top of that I will not be able to connect to the internet. The plus side? well, since I won't be getting a wink of sleep I will have plenty of time to write and maybe even darn some socks as well (just joking!). Any way, I'll see you Saturday. Cheers. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Blogging the night away.

What do blogging and having a baby have in common? Well, they’re both 24/7 jobs, both leave you with a sever case of sleep deprivation, and once you bring them out into this world you are responsible for them for the term of your natural life. So here I am, baby and hubby both asleep, the muezzin is calling the faithful to the dawn prayer and instead of catching some z’s I’m blogging. What the heck! I’ll just double the dose of coffee in my latte. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Weird Maths

My husband is an only child. He has six sisters, but most people here would speak of his parents as not having any other offspring. By the same token, despite having 7 cousins, Adam is considered the all important grandson since he is the only one bearing the family name; a recipe for disaster if you let the in-laws have it their way. Take last week for example; Adam was sick and I couldn’t send him to daycare so I would take him to his Granddad’s instead (this is not another Middle Eastern... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 5, 2007

Clueless

I ran into an old friend of my parents’ today, we chatted briefly and she asked me how I was doing and how is my son, the usual questions. Upon inquiring what I was doing in the market I held up the bag in my hand to show her a pack of nappies for Adam. She was quiet for a moment “ you know, we were talking about you yesterday; you had great potential. Things were not meant to turn out this way”. I had nothing to say to that, I didn’t even try. All I could do was to head home and wonder what... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 4, 2007

Trouble in Blogland

Max came into the room while I was editing last night’s blog entry. He poked his face into the screen “Are you still writing that journal?”. I did not answer, the journal he was referring to was the private one I had started when Adam was born, very few people knew that I had a blog and even fewer had access to it. All the same, my husband did not approve of it fully, his argument was that sharing all these stories and happenings left us with no privacy. If only he knew that I was blogging... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 3, 2007

The Von Yogurts

Syrians love yogurt. They eat it raw, they eat it cooked. They strain it to make a dip, dilute it to make a beverage, it is no surprise they consume it by buckets (literally). My husband’s folks are an exception to this rule, they don’t love yogurt, they are yoguholics. How else would you describe a family who consumes 17.5 Kg of yogurt a week? It’s no surprise my son can’t live without the stuff. His love for it matches that of his kin and extends to the fruit-flavored varieties, a concept so... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 2, 2007

Baba Hassan

Our Adam is a rather naughty boy and he hears that from us often. I say it in English and his dad bellows it in Arabic, or to be more accurate, in the local dialect of Latakia: a Baba Hassan. I have no idea where this term originated from, and to be honest I don’t think anybody does; they just use it instinctively. The funny thing is: it’s not the usual reprimand for a child, but my husband used it once and Adam loved it! Now, it is part of the family folklore. Whenever Max says:” You know what... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 1, 2007

A Seven at last

Everybody knows that there is a number Seven between numbers Six and Eight. For Adam, however, seven is not part of the decimal numerical system. His version of the 1-10 would go like this: 1,2,3,4,5,6,8,9,10. All attempts to persuade him to insert the poor 7 were unsuccessful, until today. We were counting the keys in his daddy’s key ring, I started off the count and let Adam take over from Four, and guess what? He did not skip a single digit. Halleluiah! Now all I have to do is to get him to... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

At odds

What a day it has been! I spent the morning acting as a peacekeeping force between my son and the cleaning lady. She comes once a week and despite being a mum of 5, she is not very child-tolerant so I try to keep Adam out of her way as much as I can. It’s not an easy task, especially when a two-year old decides to be helpful. I managed to lure Adam away with a colorful design magazine and he was a model of prim behavior, turning the pages carefully and pointing at different objects he... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Ancient practice

Today I had to take Adam with me for an archaic errand that is no longer practiced in civilized countries: Paying the phone bill IN PERSON. I had qualms about taking my sick boy out even though the weather was beautiful and he was feeling much better. As it turned out, Adam had a fantastic time; and I suppose it made a pleasant change from all those boring kiddie places. In fact, I had to drag him out when we were done! Maybe we don't need direct debt in this country after all. Sign in to see full entry.

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