Sunday, January 25, 2015
Sunday, January 11, 2015
At lunch with Ashlyn: “Here’s a cracker, Ashie.”
She takes it and turns it over and over. “Where’s the crack in it, mom?”
That’s what comes of letting her think they are called biscuits!
I am also beginning to think she is mourning the loss of Gina. Again. We haven’t left Saudi Arabia since we landed in August and she understands that Gina is a long, long airplane ride away. As we started to get closer to our winter break vacation we started talking about the trip to Switzerland more and more. And she started talking about Gina more and more and praying for her to come to our Saudi Arabia house. Poor girl was convinced that we were going to see Gina no matter what we told her we were going to do.
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Friday, January 2, 2015
We spent the entire day with the kids playing in the parking lot of the little hotel and the small hill across the street in a construction zone with left over, refrozen icy snow.
Best sledding spot? The gravel pile.
Best place to find ice to build a fort? The gutter on the street.
What souvenir did they keep from a neighborhood walk? More ice chunks and trash for forts and snowmen.
It's 0 C/ 32 F or below and they don't care one bit. The big kids played outside for about 8 hours and are in heaven sledding on a card board box and finding rocks and sticks to decorate the snowmen. Ashlyn seems to be getting sick so she napped for 3 hours inside with a runny nose and cough.
There are six smiling faces heading to bed now.
Happy New Year!!
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Monday, December 15, 2014
Our friend here went into labor two nights ago so I have stayed at their house since then and Brian has managed here at our house alone in the morning rush plus nights. All day I manage the six kids. I concur. We admit defeat.