Earlier this week, I took the kids to the swimming pool for Jeremy's swimming lesson. While we were waiting for his teacher to come to the pool, the kids were playing in the water. They were actually getting along!!! I couldn't believe it...I didn't hear, "Mine, Mine, Mine!!!!" or "Me, Me , Me".....they were just two children acting civilized in the pool. I even managed to get a picture of the two of them together.:) Then, in a split second...the peace was over...Jeremy had taken Elizabeth's bucket and that was it...she was crying her famous war cry," Mine, Mine Mine!!!!!!!" Thank godness Jeremy's teacher showed up.:) Which is a good thing because my blood was really starting to boil over breaking up the 50th fight of the day between the two of them. Then, later on when we got upstairs, I made sure they changed into their dry clothes and started to put dinner on the table. When I came to my place....I saw a small pile of flowers at my place at the table, at Guy's place and Elizabeth's place. I looked at Jeremy who was hoping I would see them. He told me he picked them from the bushes on the way back from the pool.( I didn't even see him do that.) He said," I thought you would like the flowers, Mommy...you like flowers, right??" At that moment I realized that God makes children irresistably cute to make up for all the times they are fighting. I guess we all need to remember to stop and smell the roses.:)
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Thursday, April 29, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Bus Duty
This week I was the "bus mom". On our compound , at least one week a year each of the moms who live here, has the task of rounding up little ones, letting them know that the other one is okay to sit next to. Also, making sure the older ones aren't sitting too close! ha ha There are three runs in the morning and three runs in the afternoon. The first one leaves at 6:50 a.m. then back again for a 7 a.m. run and finally back to the compound again for the 7:15 a.m. run. Then, there is a 2:20 p.m. run, a 3:15 run, and a 3:45 run in the afternoon. Add another run each day to take Jeremy to school since there is not a bus for pre-k since they start later than the rest of the school, and I made a total of 65 trips back and forth from the school to the compound. Needless to say, I really don't anticipate with very much joy riding on a bus anytime very soon!:) I wasn't feeling the best this week either, so I wasn't on here very much. It was all I could do to get to bed by 9 so I could wake up at 5:45 to get ready so I could be on the bus by 6:45.:) But, as I was riding the bus this week, I couldn't help but think about how different this bus experience is from being a mom riding a bus in the U.S. I decided to make a top ten list of how you know you are a bus mom in Nigeria...so here goes...
10) When you are riding the bus, there are more bumps in the road than kids on the actual bus
9) You have your driver driving a "chase vehicle" for security
8) A guard is always looking through a peephole in the gate before letting the bus on the school compound.
7) You can hear Yoruba talk shows over the bus radio
6) The kids on the bus are talking about their favorite vacations ( Dubai, Switzerland, etc.)
5) You see razor wire on top of all the compounds as you are riding in the bus
4) You see a 12 year old riding an okada with no helmet
3) Some of the kids on the bus couldn't go on a field trip to Senegal because of a problem with visas
2) You see women carrying bread on their head
1) Teenagers say they can't do something with friends on a certain night because they don't have a driver
So, there you have it...that about sums my week up. I hope you all had a great week! :)
Monday, April 19, 2010
Little Ears
On Saturday, Guy drove us to the school in the afternoon for a school sponsored Bingo game. It rained all night on Friday night, so the roads were pretty covered in water. The dranage is terrible so all the roads look like tiny ponds. On our way back home, we drove through a pretty deep part of water on the street near our compound. As we drove through the water, I saw a police officer on an okada on the side of the road. The wake of the water we were driving through splashed him all the way up to his shoulders. I saw the look on his face and I could tell he was angry. I said to Guy, "Keep driving...that guy is really pissed off!" After about 5 seconds Jeremy said, "Why is that man pissed off?" Oops...I need to remember about the little ears which are listening to everything I say.:)
Friday, April 16, 2010
Returning Home
We came back home on Tuesday night. It was definitely an experience to travel to Italy with children this time. When Guy and I went by ourselves ten years ago, it was fun for the two of us. It was so wonderful that we could go back again, and this time, with our kids.:)
Every time I return to Nigeria, it is difficult. I think it is difficult because I feel like I am leaving a life that I am familiar with ( stores that are stocked, relatively easy to get around) and come back to chaos. But I always remember that among all of this chaos, I am learning new things all the time. And without the chaos, I wouldn't appreciate the places I get to visit as much as I do now.:)
Every time I return to Nigeria, it is difficult. I think it is difficult because I feel like I am leaving a life that I am familiar with ( stores that are stocked, relatively easy to get around) and come back to chaos. But I always remember that among all of this chaos, I am learning new things all the time. And without the chaos, I wouldn't appreciate the places I get to visit as much as I do now.:)
Our Last Day in Italy
The Colloseum and the Forums
On Sunday, we visited the Colosseum. it is amazing to me how old this structure is and how it is still partially standing. When I think about everything that took place in this building...it gives me the chills. We took the metro to the Colosseum and also saw the forums from the Colosseum. the kids could really only handle one thing a day so we left the Colloseum and took them to lunch at Mc Donald's ...of course. It was a welcome diversion from the pasta and pizza that they had been eating everyday.:) That night, we met my cousin for dinner at a real Italian ( no tourists) pizzeria. She has lived in Rome for several years. It was really interesting to be in the restaurant with so many other Italian families having Sunday dinner together just like us. I have to say I love Italian restaurants because they don't care if the kids get really loud!!!:) ha ha
On to Rome
Siena
On to Volterra
Day at the Market
Wine Anyone??
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