… and we’ve tanned a little bit too.
Jumping in with some photos only, stories will come later – and I got some pretty ones.
Some from Kuwait…
… so I can finish some of my stuff. Like, uhm, the crocheted blanket I wanted to have finished by December. I am about 90% away from fulfilling that particular goal. Maybe a tad more. Note, that the blanket is supposed to cover a king sized bed.
Abbas, however, disapproves of my idea of spending free time and still – yes, still, darned Velcro baby – hangs on me with all twenty fingers. No space to breathe, that’s how I feel time to time (which forces me to tears and than being upset about how silly I am).
On the other hand, I do enjoy the little hugs he gives me on occasion when he’s particularly happy to see me; usually due to me carrying a bottle of milk; and I do enjoy the cuddle as I know very well this won’t last. Soon in the stores – The Baby Who’s Ashamed of his Mother. But for now, now I am that Milk Goddess to him. And I will remain one for at least six more months.
I still would like to finish my blanket, though.
I mean, is it really that hard and psyché damaging to lay right next to me while I crochet a bit? Well, tell me, is it? I sing to him, talk to him, pass him toys, while trying not to entangle my index fingers in a ball of yarn. (Did I ever mention, how gorgeous the Fishermen’s Wool is? I’d just buy a whole room of them and sleep on them. Just like that. No need to crochet it. One day, when I am rich…)
Sometimes I would just needlessly rage on them kids, and than realize how stupid that is; sleep frustration and feeling pregnant even though I gave birth (now stop that thought, not weight wise, all right?!), like we never parted with Abbas, makes my nerves… melt away. Mostly, I can stop myself from being upright abusive (in a sense of being much harsher in requirements for a “clean” room, “well done” homework, or a “good enough” nap). On occasion, I do explode and insist on goals being met and after that getting frustrated when they aren’t – getting myself in a pretty loop, I can see here from perspective of a well-slept person now (very first night since birth my sticky baby slept from 9pm to 5*30am in his own bed, oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!). But. That is really not a standard here. Mostly (they come at night, mostly) I am fine. Ask my daughter. Really.
My husband promised me to take me away for a day, after Abbas turns year and a half. I don’t think I will live up to that day in pure sanity, but OK. Effort is what counts.
The end of summer is near, well, at least in Czech and such, not here – here we will enjoy insanely sunny weather for few more months. Even than, it will be sunny. Just not so baking-biscuits-on-a-car hot.
Abbas grew up in strength and voice, that’s for sure (alhamdulilah), went through two rounds of vaccinations already, I went through one attempt to make my husband aware of the risks of that, especially the recent link of MMR vaccine to autism; needless to say unsuccessfully.
And some tummy time exercises. We still got no fancy blanket or pillow for that as my all attempts to order them online from nearby Mothercare failed in various stages. And hubby hates the shopping roundabout, so got to give it another shot before I chase him off to the Avenues.
Abbas doesn’t favour my attempts to let him stay on his belly so far and manages just few odd moments here and there – much more he prefers to be carried around on a shoulder and looking after our backs. Maybe he will grow up to be a bodyguard?
Dori is still fighting vast amounts of jealousy over the attention given to him, although she doesn’t mind our attention deficit as much as strangers, family and relatives melting over Abbas and letting her out of the picture – it’s hard on her the more that till now she was the princess in the spotlight. But equally she seems to love her new brother and care and defend him. I am hoping that the jealousy will go away soon.
Kuwait is starting to suck now as the heat reached it’s peak and that will last for several weeks, or at least two, three months, before (very) slowly dropping back to bearable levels. It’s 9am and 41 degrees of Celsius in shade now. I am quite sorry for all these people working outside these days, especially when dust storms come into the picture occasionally as well.