The day when the lice came. My waist long hair gone to shoulder, the rest of the household… well, on pics.
Not happy at all.
(Yes, I’m talking about you, dear husband! 37! Wow.)
Had a lovely walk and a lunch at Marina today, although my husband didn’t seem to enjoy it just on the same level as we did. I reckon it could be the fact he gets there more often than us.
Snapped few pics, most of them blurry – imagine trying to stand still to have it sharp, but there’s always someone poking you and pushing you. That was Maryam, most of the time. Moving objects the second half of the attempts.
But few are quite all right. First and foremost, I’ve finally managed to catch how scaffolding looks like in Kuwait. I’ve seen a worker slip on one of these and manage not to fall down by catching one of the wooden “pipes” while slipping, so he hung down but didn’t get hurt. Mostly, it looks exactly like this – as a pile of matches randomly tied together; and more often than not they have no wooden palettes to walk on either. Adrenaline much. Injuries probably more.
The rest of the photos are more in the happy field, though.
The last one depicts rather nicely autumn weather in Kuwait. Heat, and sandstorms. Now we’re at the “almost winter” stage, where it still can get up to 30 degrees during the day, but can go as low as 8 in the night. We blew some serious money on this year’s winter wardrobe for kids there at Marina. Seriously; why does a sweater for 6 months old baby cost the same as mine?! You can’t tell me it is the same amount of material. I am not the 6 months old to believe so.
… after the minor dust-storm yesterday, seeing the sun was – for a change – rather a nice thing.
Some snaps on the way to his nursery during a beautiful sunrise (only 23 degrees Celsius in shade at that time! I’ve been waiting for this weather for months!).
Abbas seems to enjoy walking in the small patch of desert left within the neighbourhood, pretending to be sinking in the deeper, soft sandy areas. He can be pretty funny at times. When he wants.
And no. This isn’t our house.
All three kids in the same picture, looking in the same direction, and not moving for that half a second it took to snap it. Picture! Done! Rare! (I think only a person with three kids – or more for that matter – knows how nearing impossible is to make a spontaneous photo of all of the offspring together without any of them crying, beating up someone else, or fighting over a toy, making the picture totally unusable, blurry, or generally unrepresentative.)
True, Maryam looks slightly disgusted, but hey. Three! In one picture!
Usual mischief and destruction, otherwise. (Three!)
Crocheting (along with some uncomplicated knitting, WoW and Sims) is my go to option when trying to relax a bit. It is not easy sometimes, as there are three kids trying their best not to let me do anything which doesn’t include them, but small projects work fine. Granny squares are great for that; or slow Ironman challenge in the games.
Sometimes I tend to crochet while playing; or watching movies. Sitting at the TV alone these days, with my husband enjoying himself in Europe while I grow slowly insane from my own children (did you ever try to wean a stubborn, hysterical two and a half year old with an Arabian temperament and Czech thick-headiness off a bottle without his cooperation? Grand recipe for a migraine induced by rather inhumane screams.).
I have a lot of squares in making, and than to be stitched together, into a hopefully a little handsome project, an easy pattern to memorize and rather quick to whip up.
Lets see if I can finish it before my getaway spouse comes home. Or if I’ll use my 2mm steel hook to commit a murder.
PS: Barrens his way.
I had to disable comments (not that I had many, but anyway), as the spam problem just grew from big to enormous. So comment you shall, but only logged in through Facebook.
I’ve probably finished the house we’re supposed to build, its model that is; in Google Sketch Up, and than found out, 3Ds Max might’ve been better choice, so I am currently busy soaking up hours of tutorials on proper work in there. The V-Ray is better there for sure.
Maryooma is in a hurry and at seven months crawls on all four with no hesitation and started to kneel and stand up. Sitting is still not interesting enough to try it out, either.
Dear husband is leaving us in 2 days for a holiday in Italy, where he’s gonna relax his chops and mind from the crazy family – while I’ll probably just run completely nuts.
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