Happiness

This blog post exists entirely because of Sara. Completely. She showed me this insanely addictive YouTube video and I have been singing it ALL WEEKEND!! It's a blessing, and a curse. We watched it at her house and then she emailed it to me and labeled it "Happiness". And really, once you see it, you just have an irrational urge to join the Royal Dragoon Guards and move to Iraq!

You just copy and paste

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPaRQ1BYjzU

*Sorry you have to copy and paste**

Eliza's Assignment

Eliza wrote this great poem for school. The assignment was to write a poem on a theme of your choice using similies. Eliza came out and read it to us and I was just blown away. No help from us, just the thoughts in her little head. I thought everyone would like to hear it.

My Garden
My garden is bigger than a football pitch
and the pond is as blue as the sky;
flowerbeds as soft as a pillow;
roses as red as lava;
trees as green as emeralds;
bluebells jingling like little telephones;
little birds singing as sweet as honey;
bees buzzing like electricity being chewed off;
plants growing like Jack's beanstalk;
My garden is as beautiful as the Garden of Eden.

by Eliza Penrod

P.S.
She ran the last line by us and then said, " . . as beautiful as the Garden of Eden. I don't think anyone else would get that, Mommy." I assured her that the other kids at school would know about the Garden of Eden.

P.P.S.
So, we're watching this movie and there is this tree called the Tree of Life (not a church show, it's called The Fountain. weird show and no the kids did not see all of it, just this part) and it's alive, leaves, etc. and then suddenly, the tree dies. Mairyn says, "Oh, it's not the tree of life anymore. It's the tree of death."

The Name Song

Ok, so I've taught each kid to spell their name with a little song. My mom taught me how to spell my name to the tune of B-I-N-G-O. (there was a mommy, had a girl and Lydia was her name-o, you get the picture) It worked with Eliza, Mairyn (yes it does go! Mai-ryn) and Grant. I was thinking about poor Jacqueline and all 10 of the letters in her name. So I made up this little chant to sing when she gets dressed or while changing a diaper, etc. So, here is our rendition of the Name Song. Not the best representation of most performances (she was fascinated with herself on the web cam) but you get the idea!

6th of October

Today is the Egyptian Independence day. In 1973, the Crossing happened as 80,000 Egyptian troops crossed the Suez Canal, destroying the fortified Israeli Bar-Lev Line and starting the Yom Kippur War. So, no school & embassy holiday. Those days don't coincide very often. Although we just stayed home, didn't go to the Red Sea or anywhere. Kids have been sick. Passed from one to the next. Grant to Eliza to Mairyn to Spencer. Jacqui and I are the only ones the illness has passed over. A barky cough, fever, yuckiness. Lasts about 3 days. I'm glad we didn't have any vacation planned. Here are some fun things we have seen while hangin' around Cairo this past holiday week.

A truck full of eggs. Let's face it, not all of those eggs are going to survive.

This guy is really pumped about banking! Woo-hoo!!

I think this is the grossest ad ever. A fajita facial? Yeah, let's open those pores with the steam of onions, beef and mushrooms. Finish your spa day with a gravy bath & you are set. Every dog in town will be chasing you down. Just yuck. (ha, i got it up first, Sara!!) The boys at Carrefour were not pleased that Sara and I were taking pictures. They never are. All I saw was a no smoking sign, not a no photos sign. (and those signs exist too. Sara, cue your photo!) That is one "freedom" that is infringed upon. You can take a picture of any freakin' thing you want in the States, here though, you have to think twice. (and btw, I though no one did it like sara lee.)

Yes, this is a Hellboy mannequin. Snazzy.

Upon closer examination, a homemade Hellboy. Yeah!

In the end, though, Cairo is "My City". (that's what it says on the sign)

A Day at Dashur

Ramadan ended on Wednesday and the kids have been out of school. So we decided to take a trip out to the Dashur and Bent Pyramids during the Eid (the 3-4 day celebration following Ramadan) Our friends, the Lewis' just got their car so we were finally a mobile group! Our view of Giza on our way out of town early in the morning. Hardly any smog!

Eliza and Jacob climbing on the Bent Pyramid. The funny thing is, the Bent Pyramid used to be off limits. They have now made it accessible to the "tourists". Climbing on the Bent Pyramid was a first for us! Oh yeah, Grant is there too.

Spencer and Kevan mugging for the camera.

The whole crew at Dashur (or Sneferu's (ah-choo) Red Pyramid. Wow, the things you learn on wikipedia!)

Mairyn and Spencer building a bridge over the Bent one. (do i have to point out that it is a pyramid again?)

Grant being Grant!

Jacqueline and Sam. Taken early in the trip, later on they didn't have those angelic little looks anymore!

** Warning** Objects in mirror are closer than they appear! Bent in the background and Big Red (why is it called that? it's not red!) ahead! The Lewis' car right behind us!

And yet another experimentation; Red in the background and the Black Pyramid coming up. Although we call the Black Pyramid the Broken one. And the "Red one" we just call Dashur. They are all within a mile of each other, very close and accessible.

And yet again, we have come to the end of a trip & there aren't any decent ones of the Mommies! (and i'm not talking about the former occupants of bent and red that are now housed in the egyptian museum!)

A whole bunch of pics

So, I have been neglecting my little space on the net. Or rather, not putting up pictures. I'm going to try to make this a better habit (how many times have you heard that from me?) Seriously, I'm going to do it (yeah right).

A serious pose from the summer. We visited the Winter Quarters Visitors Center (for the last time? *sniff*) and the kids were playing dress up in the pioneer boat section. We took a few pictures and then Mairyn and Eliza proposed that I take a picture of them like in the pioneer days. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Take a picture of us like we're sad. Like the pioneers were when they had their pictures taken." Ooo-kay. Here's the kid's "sad pioneer" picture.

Our Eliza swimming in September (dang, that's a good blog title, should have saved that one)

Jacqui's first french braids

Jacqueline at the commissary with her "purse". As we were leaving the house, she disappeared into her bedroom and emerged a few minutes later with the block bag and half a dozen blocks. I asked her, "What's that?" she said,"My purse!"

Grant's first day of school. This was the best we could get. He was jumping around like he had ants in his pants. Not that that's any different from a normal day, but when I'm trying to take a picture . . .

I love these two pictures. Funny and sad. Jacqui is now in a big girl bed. (no I don't have pictures of her in the new bed yet, soon my pet, soon) I love Grant and Mairyn in the first one below. Just candid! And then they all put on their smiling faces. Except for Jacqui, she was a little disturbed that her bed was now in pieces.

All 4 in front of the crib they all slept in (just not at the same time alhamdulallah)

**Side note**
Grant will be mortified in 10 years, but for now, it's fair game. See the Spiderman shirt and shorts he's wearing? They are underoos. I got them for him with the idea of transitioning from whitey tightys to boxers by starting with boxer briefs. And what better way to convince Grant than with Spiderman. Well, he think's they're shorts, like shorts you wear over underwear. He won't put pants on over them (and why would you cover up spiderman, really) or wear other underwear with them. It's a national travesty when they are in the wash and is completely crushed when told that he cannot wear them out in public. He now accepts that it is not appropriate to wear your underoos to the store but he compromises by wearing them 24/7 at home.

Pieces of Me, er, Him

So, I'm driving to pick up Grant from preschool, humming along (ok, singing at the top of my lungs) to Ashlee Simpson, Pieces of Me . This Jared's Bagels scooter zips right around me and ahead. There is this cross street that is just a pain, always a line of cars trying to cross the two lanes of traffic. I see an SUV edging out to cross and he blasts right into the scooter, the delivery box goes flying off of it and the guy and scooter go end over end somersaulting for the next 20 feet. The scooter is lying on it's side and the guy is rolling along after it. The SUV keeps right on going. This is all happening in front of me. I put on my brakes and the delivery guy picks himself up and goes running after the SUV (apparently he's ok). I just drive around the wrecked scooter in the road and continue on to Grant's school. 10 minutes later when I drove back home, everything was gone. Amazing how fast it was all cleaned up. The scooter was right ahead of me, fortunately the SUV didn't t-bone me! Unfortunately there weren't any police around or something could have been done. Anyway, that's was my drama for today. Hmmm, I feel like a bagel.