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Ahhh as usual I have a lot on my mind.  Me and the babes are off for a month in Scotland on Wednesday to break up the Summer months spent indoors, living under air con and not being able to get out and about and burn off energy outside.  It’s a nasty environment to live in and to top it off all the hideous creepy crawlies of the desert don’t want to be out in the heat either and I am battling my fear (and disgust) of insects almost daily.  Big ants that bite have invaded the kitchen, geckos every few days and the worst is the giant cockroach type thing that we’ve now been blessed with 2 of.  This morning there was one just outside the bedroom door so I may not sleep well for the next 5 nights in fear they will come & get me in my bed!  I blocked the bedroom door off the other night when A was away just so I knew I was safe & could sleep peacefully.  During the day I am now programed to scan the floor and each room as I move about the house, ewwwwwww.  A will get the house sprayed while we are away.  I don’t want to share my living space.

So, Scotland.  I am really nervous about this trip!  Heading off by myself with CJ & MC to stay with family that I don’t know is daunting (exciting too).  Being pregnant is hard work in itself and I’m still feeling sick sometimes and always tired, not sleeping well at night. We can’t really afford the trip but the thought of staying in Dubai through the whole Summer is not at all appealing and I reckon it’s now or never as I wont be traveling alone with 3 wee ones so I need to take the chance and go.  I’m sure we will love it and have a great time, but I just feel weird about it. Nervous.

We will come back to Dubai right in the middle of Summer and it will be burning hot.  I’ll have a lot to do when we get back.  I have Dubai’s first ever La Leche League meeting on August 9th here at home to organise.  That is exciting but will take a little bit of time to get prepared.  I’ve started to get regular questions coming to me for my LLL work and it feels good to be able to help other mothers and the appreciative emails that I get back really make it worthwhile work.  The meetings are the fun part so I am looking forward to getting them going and with a donation from the Abu Dhabi group I was able to buy books for a small library to start us off.  As well as my LLL work I will be 2 weeks behind on my Massey work so busy playing catch up.  I still have 3 essays and an exam to get through before the end of the year.

On my mind I have questions around our Dubai life.  Is it worth staying here?  A thinks so, enjoys his work and our life here.  To me the money isn’t worth it but I have to keep my eye on the big picture and the dream of owning a farm one day in New Zealand.  But with A’s job loss and the Dubai move, another years rent paid in advance (& not to mention our amazing overseas holiday – number 2 this year coming up), we have not saved any money so far this year.  And my dream of a NZ homebirth is going to make sure we don’t, as a trip home for 4 people at the end of the year will make sure of that!    I don’t think I will ever be truly happy as long as we live here, it just doesn’t feel right to me.  The money doesn’t disguise what’s wrong here, it seems many western expats get off on their new found wealth/status and must turn away from the things that aren’t right.  I can’t and I struggle.  I have written about it before but the inequality, the dangerous roads, the climate and the environmental destruction continue to shock me.

On a positive note.  I am super happy about my pregnancy and the thought of another birth and new baby!  It took a while to fully accept this one but I am there now.  I love my babies so much and can’t wait to have another one in the mix.  A little girl would be so sweet for MC to have as a close in age sister to do girly things with, then again a boy would mean MC would keep her special place as our baby girl.  So either way it will be lovely and I can’t wait to see how the relationships grow between the 3 of them.  CJ is already talking about ‘Bickie Christine’ (his name for the new baby) and what he will do with ‘her’ and how she can play with MC.

I had the warm fuzzies this morning when I was in the kitchen cooking Friday omlettes and watching A and my babes have fun outside in the morning sun.  I can’t make them smile quite the same way day does.  Check them out hard at play.


Add comment June 26, 2009


I had completely forgotten about these gorgeous antique Ottoman tiles we bought in Aleppo, Syria.  Last night putting MC to bed they came into my head & I was panicking thinking they had been lost in the move to Dubai.  A had them away above the kitchen cabinets, now we have to decide where and how we can display them?


Add comment June 19, 2009


CJ has been going to a Rudolph Steiner inspired playgroup.  It is a lovely small group of mums, babies and pre-schoolers, we have bread baking, creative free play, morning tea (eating our fresh bread), circle time and a story.  When the kids have their creative play time the mums do a simple craft.  This is my handiwork so far!  Try not to laugh, I am actually really enjoying it & love seeing CJ & MC playing with the cute things I’ve made them. A didn’t believe I made the duck so I took that as a big complement.


Add comment June 9, 2009


When I think CJ has experienced (we have all experienced) the biggest tantrum ever he pulls out an even bigger, more impressive effort.  By crikey, this morning was hard work.  It started at the shops and went through the car ride home.  We had a wee respite at home but that didn’t last long and then we got the grand finale until he was exhausted & finally made it into bed to recover.  Poor babe, he had a really disappointing morning, playgroup was canceled and our back up plan went pear shaped.  Nowhere at the mall would take visa and I forgot my PIN numbers so he couldn’t go to soft play like I said or even get a fluffy which I promised him instead of soft play 😦  He didn’t take it very well but I understand his disappointment.

Here’s another photo taken by Kirsty Lamour

She told me when I’m cross with CJ to look at this and see how beautiful he is.  As he went to sleep I told him I loved him.  He asked “don’t squash me please” in his tired little voice as we were all cuddled in close together and actually, I’ve forgotten this morning already.


Add comment June 2, 2009

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