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(Quality) Family Time

As my parents’ departure closes upon us with a lightning speed, we’ve sped up a bit of the leisure-y tempo in exploring what Kuwait has to offer to a pair of foreigners a.k.a. tourists.
We’ve visited the awesome Beit Al Sadu (I’m saying awesome, because I had the urge to visit that place since ever I’ve got to know about it, and that’s quite long), with traditional Bedouin weaving, exposition, even a weaver (women, by the way!) present and kind enough to Dori to explain to her some basics of the complicated red weavings, including spinning own yarn from sheeps, goats and camels and offering us the possibility to enlist her in appropriate lessons for it. It’d be very good for her as she got zero tolerance and patience and handicrafts are just great for teaching that (in my opinion, at least), but she wouldn’t last long and we don’t have the resources at the moment anyways. Hi, Maryam.
But maybe more than the flickery interest of my daughter in the sadu techniques, I would love to give it a try one day. Since I’ve gone through felting, needle and wet, and now crochet and even basic knit (Thanks, mom! Finally I get the two needle crochet-like craft.), weaving, and on top of it traditional Kuwaiti style, would be a great addition to it. One day, without belly. Perhaps.
We’ve visited National Museum today as well, with a little dizzying experience for me in the planetarium, but hey, how fantastic it is to watch stuff about universe. My favourites are always black holes. Fascinating stuff, really. No sarcasm intended.
Abbas was difficult as always and made my husband miserable till we reached our usual Tuesday lunch at my in laws, where he literally adores the garden space, running around, watching chickens and playing football and handball. Though his cousin made it a little miserable for him today, as he’s a little shy boy and doesn’t like to fight for toys. Yet. He will be taught, soon. I promise.
I’ve had camera on my hands and plenty of time, so I’ve snapped away a huge bunch of completely useless pictures (nearly 6GB of them on my memory card, but my excuse is that RAW takes well over 20MB per picture), but some came out nice, so let the photo spam begin.
The only downfall of this week is that my parents leave on Friday already, and top that around 1 am, so I won’t be able to even go with them to the airport. Kids sleeping at home alone, (=) fires, knives, electricity, bleeding noses and worse, you know that stuff.
Only two days left than; my daughter is going to be direly disappointed and already slacking at school due to her granddad and grandma being here and seeing us after a year, she’s got exams next week. Disaster approaching for sure, I’m telling you.
And top to that, we got not so joyful news at the last ultrasound check for Maryam, though not entirely bad either, true. At least she started to finally chubby up a bit, for I was scolded that she’s too small for dates before.

 

Kuwait House of National Works

Today we’ve visited with my parents and dear (though slightly grumpy due to lack of sleep, darn that toddler) husband the Kuwait House of National Works, a museum dedicated to Iraqi invasion and subsequent liberation.
As heavily pregnant and with kids I’ve skipped certain displays with pictures of tortured children and people, but otherwise went through the whole exposition without an accident (or tear, though close! Hormones…)
Here are some photos to document our visit – it was very hard to capture anything though as they kept their lights off most of the time to create an atmosphere for us, and a Korean family who happened to tag along as well.





One of (among secret) documents issued to eradicate Kuwaiti national identity and anything of (Kuwaiti) sort




Yes, this is the real deal; head of a statue imported from Iraq after Saddam’s fall

And this is for some sceptics a picture of one of Kuwait’s churches.

5 Months of my Little Water Dragon

Abbas will soon “celebrate” 5 months since birth, me fifth month of not sleeping and sixth case of mastitis (yeey, not.)
Little boy is giving me hard time still and behaves like a Velcro monkey, hanging on me day and night, not really hostile to other people if you don’t count screaming them down as hostility, but rather unfriendly at best. Mostly he looks at you, puts up a balcony, a red T over his face (understand, his mouth, nose and eyebrows become bright red), crocked face and few seconds of mute cry, before the real shrieking commences.
He’s also got a new nickname from my mother in law, and that is Africa, as he got very skinny in the recent weeks, or better to define, he seems he stopped gaining any weight after the last vaccinations. So he’s basically a big head over very lean body with almost absent fat folds and muscle.


It made me worried sick in the past few days and after a consultation with family I’m taking him to a doc tomorrow to establish any next steps, be it supplementing formula (after my very tough fight for breastfeeding it makes me a bit sad, but everything for a happy and healthy baby, really!), adding baby food earlier than it’s usual in fully breastfed babies or even running tests to see what could be possibly wrong, in case he still doesn’t gain weight.
By Chinese calendar he has been born the year of Water Dragon, so let’s hope it will bring him all the strength and power he needs, since water dragon is supposedly the strongest of them all.

1 Month, 1 Week, 1 Day Old

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.

The Hell of a Choice

Yes!
I got major baby brains. Be it due to the due date approaching, very slowly, but surely; be to due to the fact I chose to go the alternative way once again and than found out it is far more complicated than just slapping a Pampers on the bum, I don’t know; or maybe just to keep myself somehow busy, I dug into the deep waters of cloth diapering, feeling a little odd watching a whole channel dedicated to that on Youtube, and feeling a little bit odder browsing all these forums and articles recommending here and there, this and that.
Needless to say, I’m still aimlessly swimming, though with a little bit better idea as of which way should I direct my tries.
Nevertheless, and no matter on which crazy diaper island I will end up, it will be a damn pocket slap.
Buying a whole new cloth kit to start with – especially if you don’t really know what is the best for you, can be pretty expensive and freaky. I’m counting with a great hole in my pocket money as well as my husbands money, but what wouldn’t we do for the little ones, right..?
I’ve been on three months long blogging break, for some reasons, mainly the fact there’s really nothing much to blog about. Weather is still the same (nearly cold for Kuwait standards), however we’re already third day switching on the AC, which is a big bummer, for me at least; life is still flowing slowly, and nothing much changes around, really. Boring, but settled. Now with AC.


I’m obviously eating healthy. Bananas are healthy, right?


Roger grew up a bit…


While the tomcats didn’t as much…

Being pregnant during summer in Czech sucks; and I can’t really imagine how it will feel in 40+ degrees in shade over here. I’ll probably hang myself very close to the AC outlet. In bikinis. Some really spore ones.
I’m 30 weeks as for today and slowly starting to have nesting reflex. Which is a bit awkward with a housekeeper in. So I at least take care of the growing (and increasingly rude) rabbit, and dig through internet for info I don’t really need and most likely won’t ever use. But it doesn’t matter, because I need to keep myself somehow busy.
My weight gain is scary and even the doc said I should take the doughnuts easy, which I forcefully and under the eagle eye supervision of my husband did (while I started to actually bake cakes, so perfectly negating any no-doughnuts-at-home policies with even sweeter sugar bombs). Recently, I was forced to give up on Coke as well, and most fizzies. Shame. I am however still a major red-eat-consumer, as opposed to the time in before pregnancy when I rarely actually even came across meat, or even thought about it. The baby makes me. How else. (Same applies for doughnuts!)
We’ve visited Dar Al-Shifa hopital, where I am supposed to give birth, and caused a bit (a lot) of hassle about my weird and underground techniques and wishes, such as daringly having the baby with me on room 24/7 except doc check ups, vaccination and circumcision; or even weirder “I want to breastfeed fully,” and the fact I really don’t like the idea of testing the proper latching and sucking reflex on a bottle ( O_o ). Good they’ve got no idea about my cloth affinity, than. Or that I intend to carry my child in a baby scarf. Phew!
Sometimes I assume the atmosphere will be better here (compared to over-medicalized and over-technicized West) due to the society and emphasizing the family and life within, and get rather surprised how far I’ve overshot with such a thought.