Monday, October 15, 2012

That's Entertainment!

Lawrence is my cars and trucks man.  He loves anything with wheels (except the vacuum cleaner). 

Before we came here, Lawrence ALWAYS pointed out, in loud, enthusiastic form,  EVERY SINGLE police car, fire engine, ambulance, and school bus that we ever saw.  When we left Charlotte, I felt like we were leaving a part of him behind, because we had to say goodbye to all these vehicles that he was so aware of.  Of course, they do have a smattering of police cars and fire trucks here (no ambulances that I've seen) but they never have their sirens on and they don't look like the real thing anyway.  They are really just plain old company cars with a single blue light stuck on top. They also have buses, but they are more like Greyhound buses, even the ones for school - no more yellow school buses with the red stop sign. 

However, he does see a lot more earth-moving vehicles here.  This is because everything here is crazy and they use giant earth-moving equipment for all kinds of unnecessary things.  Like picking up grass clippings from the lawn mower (below).  While obviously a waste of resources and energy, it makes for great entertainment for a 2 1/2 year old!  (PS - happy half birthday, buddy!) 


The workers are using the front loader (? - not sure if that's right) and dump truck to pick up an armload of grass clippings.  Lawrence was SO EXCITED! 


Ten minutes later.  Yes, we are still standing here.
And yes, they still are picking up that same arm load of grass clippings.  They are (clearly) not very efficient. In fact, now that I think about it,  I could have done this faster all by myself and nine months pregnant.  Here, they have four guys on the ground, one in the front loader, and one in the dump truck. 
  


So at least it's not a total loss of vehicle observation.  Thanks, Caterpillar!


Saturday, October 13, 2012

Fat Rolls

I couldn't resist:  I decided to document Catherine's fat rolls. 

I am doing this mostly because they are so HUGE!  I anticipate that they will go away soon because she will grow - not to mention she is really close to crawling, so those calories are getting ready to be used up - and I want to remember just exactly how round she was at 6 months.  Catherine, I know you are reading this in 13 years going "MOM, you did WHAT??"  but you so sweet and plump these days and I want to remember. 

Well, this one is not so much fat rolls as I love her face looking down.  She loves that rattle.  I suppose you can see some fat rolls on her arm.  What you can't see are her second and third chins.  They are there, though. 

OK, here's what I'm talking about.  Look at her arm.  Not only does she have them at every joint, they are also in between all the joints:  wrist, forearm, elbow, upper arm, and shoulder.  It's hard to tell, but she also has one on the top of her foot. 

Here we have foot, ankle, ankle again, knee pit, thigh, and thigh again. 


Wow.  Mike calls her Thunder Thighs.  He'll have to stop that before she gets to be a teenager.

"Are we through with the photo shoot yet?  How did I do?" 

Lookout world - she is almost crawling!  And I ALMOST got a bow in that hair...not much longer now!  Sweet fat baby.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Overheard At Dinner

Opening Scene:  Benchichs seated at dinner table.  Stage right is Everett.  Stage left is Lawrence.  Mama and Daddy at the head and foot of the table.  Baby Catherine in high chair near Daddy. 

Everett:  Ha ha, I know a joke, the penguin is flying!  Ha ha, he is flying over the plate! Penguins don't fly, but Penguiny is flying!  Flying!  He's flying! (etc, continues on and on)

Mama:  <eyes down> Yes, we see. 

Everett:  Isn't it funny that the penguin is flying?  <Penguin noises> That's what a penguin flying sounds like!  Ha ha! Flying!  Isn't that funny?  He's flying!  <zooming noises>  Flying!  <more penguin noises>  Watch penguiny fly!  (etc, continues loudly)

Mama:  That joke is getting old.  You should pull the plug on that one. 

Everett:  Pull the plug, pull the plug, pull the plug!  Pull the plug, pull the plug out, pull the plug..(etc, continues for 4 or 5 minutes.)  Pull the plug, I'm pulling the plug, pull the plug out...

Daddy:  This is a flash forward of what he'll be saying 50 years from now as he's leaving my hospital room.

Mama:  <snarfs water>

Daddy:  Remind me to give Lawrence the medical power of attorney. 

Dates for Dummies

Since coming here, I have learned a lot about dates. 

Before, I usually thought of dates as very small cubes, say 1 cm x 1 cm, that come in the box of Quaker 100% Natural Cereal.  I also thought of Dromedary Dates, which are also small cubes.  I knew that they were cut off of a larger fruit and possibly squished into the shape of a cube, and I vaguely knew what a real date looked like, but that was about it.

Of course, they sell dates at the commissary.  Reliably.  Wow!  This may be the only thing that is consistently at the commissary!    Not only that, but they come all different ways and in different types. 

Over by the deli counter, they sell the vacuum-sealed dates.  These are a bunch of dates all squished into a plastic container and vacuum-sealed until they are even more squished.  These are the kind that are great to throw into your suitcase for presents when you go home.  They also keep a long time if you don't open the package.  They taste just like regular dates, so there is no reason to not get them this way unless you don't feel like wrestling the package open every time you want a date. 

Usually, we get our dates from the commissary's "Nut Man."  There is a "Nut Counter," rather like the deli counter or the bakery, that is all nuts and dried fruits.  The Nut Man stands behind the counter and scoops out what you want, weighs it, gives it a sticker, and hands it to you just like you are buying cold cuts.  Here is a pictures of the boys visiting the Nut Man.  They love to go there because we can get dried kiwi, too. 
 



The Nut Man has four kinds of dates.  I forget what they are called since it is all in Arabic, but the upshot is that the more expensive kind really do taste better.  We have tried all the kinds.  (And we've tried all the dried fruits, like mango, raisins, and figs.  The Iranian golden raisins are not worth getting because the US golden raisins are better!)

Right in front of Everett there are four kinds of dates going back.  The round cylinders by his had are figs.  Green is kiwi, orange is mango, yellow is pineapple.  The white in the back is coconut (I think).  The nuts are over by Lawrence and farther on to the right.


So anyway, I thought I was pretty up-to-snuff about dates.  Well, I was in the produce section the other day, and I saw "fresh local dates" there.  I had never seen any dates like that.  They look like giant golden grapes.  Fresh dates?  So the others are dried? 

I thought all dates looked like this:

 
 This is what they look like when they fall off the date palm tree.  I know because the boys and I found a date palm tree on camp with ripe dates that were falling off.  They were falling off onto the ground (the dates still on the tree were so high there was no way to get them), so we collected some and ate them.  They tasted perfectly normal.
 
But these dates looked like this:

???



Are these unripe, or not-quite-ripe, dates?  I was intrigued.  So I bought them.  I brought them home.  I showed Mike.  And I tasted one. 

YUCK-O!  Blaech - I spit it out and wrinkled up my entire face (before I could stop myself, and the kids saw me do it so now they don't like these kinds of dates either).  The normal kind of dates are soft and sticky sweet and chewy.  These kind are crunchy like an apple, and bitter.  I thought, "Maybe I just got a bad one" and tried again.  Pah-tooie!  Nope.  They are just bad.  I did convince the boys to try a bite, and they agreed that they were bad.  Mike says he sees guys at work eating these all the time.  Why??  The other kind are so much better! 

So now I know that there are "good, normal dates" and "bad, fresh local dates."  Duly noted.  They say that Bedouins could live in the desert for weeks on end by living off of only seven dates a day.  I hope they got to eat the good kind! 

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

X Rated

So here's something funny...

They do a lot of censoring here, of all forms of media.  For example, all the magazines that they sell are previewed by some government agency, and if any of the content is deemed inappropriate (i.e. women wearing short sleeved shirts or showing their legs) they take a black permanent marker and color over it. So if there is a Martha Stewart Living issue that comes out that has an ad for, say, pool and patio furniture with a picture of a girl in a bathing suit, EVERY SINGLE ISSUE of that magazine will have the girl marked out with black permanent marker.  (We are buying stock in Sharpie while we are here.)  Same for CD covers, books, etc.etc.

Same for TV - lots of images are pixeled out, especially cleavage.  The latest is that they are bleeping out the word "pork" when people say it on TV, for example Rachel Ray doing a cooking show.  "I'm taking the <bleep> chops and marinating them with rosemary, and then you'll know when the <bleep> chops are done when the meat starts to fall off the bone."  Ugh.  Come on, guys.  We all know pork exists.  Crazy Saudis.  They are addicted to rules.

So anyway, the funny thing is that despite all this, the satellite TV service we have here shows hard core porn.  Yes.  They have a porn channel.  It is not blocked or pixeled out.  WHAT??  "Pork" = no but PORN = YES??  Oh the irony.  Somebody really dropped the ball here.  Uh, hello?

(If you're going to let that slide, I'd really like to have the word "pork" back as well.  Thanks.)

And - now here's the funny part - word on the street has it - that on one of the residential streets sort of close to us (well, everything is close to us...it's about half way to the main gate from us) somebody has a giant TV in their house and does not close the blinds.  And they watch porn.  GIANT porn. 

People have noticed.  Word has spread.  Did they report it?  HA HA!  These deprived people?  NO WAY!  You know what they did!  They gathered outside the person's house and watched!  They brought lawn chairs!  They brought snacks!  This is happening in Saudi.  This is hilarious!

Then somebody got mad and called the Middle School.  Ha!  Really?  What exactly is the Middle School supposed to do about it?

And here I am, not allowed to take pictures of the outside of my house, or my new baby in the hospital.  

Typical.  Welcome to the upside-down-crazy-world we call home.  

P.S.  PORK, PORK, PORK!!!  There.  I said it. 



Sunday, October 7, 2012

Go Camels!


Last Wednesday was Everett's first tee-ball game.  Mike is the coach.  He has 8 kids on his team, ranging in age form 3 to 6.  About half are Western and half are Saudi.  About none of them know what they are doing.  It's very funny! 


It's very informal - there are no outs, and no one keeps score.  An inning consists of letting everyone bat one time.  After every batter, the fielders all rotate to a new position, like volleyball.  There are just about as many dads and coaches on the field as players.  It's designed to be fun and let the kids get exposed to the game.  And Mike is a great coach!



Here are some videos from the game.  The people are a bit hard to see, so I will try to identify them for you:  Everett was wearing a white shirt and khaki shorts (no uniforms yet).  Mike has on a blue shirt and a white hat.  This first video is of Everett's attempt at fielding.  He spent the entire inning sitting and building castles in the dirt with his back to the batter.  (We found out later that he did not want to touch the ball because he was afraid of being tagged out.)  Notice on the second hit how ALL the other kids go chasing after the ball except for Everett.  He was deserted on the field.  We're working on getting him to pay better attention to the game (or at least looking at it).  Poor Lawrence was SO bored the ENTIRE game, and he kept wanting to go to Daddy and see what Daddy and Everett were doing.  (It's going to be a long season.)  And then Catherine is getting new teeth.  (Again, a long season.)  But hey, if I can make it on a 30 hour plane trip with all three in tow, surely I can get two of them through an hour long baseball game, right?

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The second video is of Everett's attempt at batting.  This is his first at-bat ever!  He did great, and he knew what to do.  Apparently this is much more fun that fielding.


At the end of the second practice, the it was time to name the team.  The current name of the team was Team 1.  When asked what the kids wanted for a new name, Everett shouts out "Team 3!"  Very original, son.  Then Everett wanted "Little Critters" (very cute, and we are pretty sure that he came up with this on his own.)  Apparently, it was a little too cute for everyone else.  Most of the players wanted Cheetahs, but that was already taken by another team, and Mike's suggestion of Wolverines was deemed too long.  Then Everett wanted Giraffes, but the consensus was Camels.  Perfect!  So Lawrence, Catherine, and I will be cheering on the Camels for the rest of the season.  Go Camels!  (The jury is still out on whether we are Bactrian or Dromedary.)

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Catherine Turns Six Months Old

Can you believe it?  Catherine is already six months old!  Wow, that went fast.  I feel like she got big while I wasn't paying attention.  (Well, admittedly, I WAS also paying attention to two other little boys, so she was only 1/3 of my attention.)  A friend of mine once told me that having small children is like being a functioning alcoholic - you get through the day, but you have no memory of it!  Ha ha!  Yes.  I get through each day, and I have very little memory of it, and as a result, I blinked and she is six months.  Trying very hard to relish and remember these fleeting days. 

In her six months, she has come very far!  Her latest accomplishments include sitting up all by herself and getting her first tooth (just this afternoon!).  Here are some photos of six months old:

Actually, this is the five-month picture. ( Oops! )  I have not taken the six month chair picture yet.  She looks the same now...just bigger!

She's pushing up really well, and she gets on all fours and revs up.  Crawling is not far away!

Sitting up is a new adventure.  She loves her piano and her birdbath toys.  I am there for my own peace of mind...she very rarely falls over anymore. 

Here she is communing with Lawrence over the Jumparoo.

Lawrence wanted me to take her picture with his "baby brother" since baby brother and Catherine were playing together on the blanket.
She is such a happy, sweet, and easygoing baby!  She sleeps beautifully through every night, she only cries if she is hungry or tired, and she loves her brothers.  No one can make her laugh like Everett.  Well, Daddy can sometimes, but it's usually Everett.  Thanks for being so easy, Baby Girl!  Happy half birthday!