While Traveling in the Arab World....

I’ve been traveling without Noah and B this week trying to work out all the paperwork details of our move in August. Got some of them done, some of them are still up in the air.
I don’t like traveling without my family. I loved it in college, but now that I’ve got B and Noah, I’m a homing pigeon. Home is where I want to be….
Anyways, this week in traveling I’ve noticed several things that are normal in traveling inside the Arab World by plane.

1. The flight attendant will get on and talk for 20 minutes in Arabic and then after a long pause will say in broken English, “we are now serving dinner….” and that’s it….

2. During the flight you will hear people’s mobiles go off and, better yet, people will actually answer them.

3. As soon as the plane has stopped shaking from the bouncing of landing, they are up out of their seats, way before the seat belt light is turned off and way before even the flight attendants are even up, getting their luggage from overhead.

Grrr.......

Grrr!

Too Much Pizza

I was driving down the road today singing at the top of my lungs with the windows rolled down (don't you hate it when you do that, not realizing that the whole world can see you, not to mention, hear you) when I heard a honk from the car beside me.
I turn to look, and lo and behold, it's our Pizza Hut delivery guy.
"hello, Mr. Clinton...." So we talked for a minute while driving down the road and then he went on ahead.

Then it hit me.

I think we order too much Pizza Hut if my delivery guy can pick me out of a car and can remember my name.....
oh well. I'll see him again tomorrow.

Cuz it's pizza night..... :)

We have a system here...

Noah is 10 months old today!

Over the past couple of months I've noticed a pattern in mine and Noah's relationship.

He wakes up around 6 and spends the next 14 or 15 hours pulling things out of drawers, scattering DVDs all over the house (we found two yesterday in the bathroom, YIKES!!), taking his toys and shoving them into places they don't belong or leaving them in the main thorough ways of our house so daddy steps on them.....
Then after he goes to bed we put the house back together so when he wakes up in the morning he can have a fresh, clean slate to start with and do it all over again. This happens like clock work everyday. He trashes the house, we untrash the house.

I am not sure if he knows that it is us that cleans up after him or if he thinks, by magic, the "Clean-Up My Junk" Fairy comes in each night and waves her little magic junk reducing wand and sings "A Spoon Full of Sugar Makes the Medicine Go Down" and it all marches back to its nice little space.

This by no means is a complaining post. I love it. Noah can trash our house anytime he wants. He's got my vote. I love it.

Cruisin' Video

I looked up two days ago and B had grabbed the video camcorder and was catchin' Noah using his mad skills as a "wee little mobile-type person!" So we did what we usually do when we get anything digital of Noah. We slapped it on the blog. Enjoy!

Rice was a big hit!

Noah tried to feed himself rice tonight with a spoon....and a measuring cup....and both fistfuls......

I think it went well......

Dead Sea Swim Day

Monday, Noah and I went to the Dead Sea with some friends. Noah stuck his feet in the Dead Sea, but he loved the swimming pool more than anything else. Moby, his floating friend, went along to be his water buddy. Enjoy the pics!