Finishing up the school year!

Hi friends - sorry for the long absence.  It has been a busy month, but I suppose they are all busy and that's not much of an excuse.  Here is a summary with accompanying photos.  We are now in Seattle (arrived on June 11) and are finally over jet lag, hallelujah.

The weekend after my birthday, I went on a girls trip to Dubai (it was 36 hours long).  We had the below delicious drinks:

(We still miss Kathy)

We spent quite a lot of evenings at the beach.

The Lu received a clean bill of health on her arm (except that it will still be healing for two months more):

We went to the park at the same time as a woman brought a big box of kittens.  So that was painful.
We went on a very fun trip to Dubai so that we could spend three days in a row with Eli before we abandoned him for the summer.

We had our last playdate with Miyu (who is moving back to California!) and our LAST DAY of kindergarten and third grade!  My kids are too big now.
We said goodbye to Daddy...

Amazing Uncle Andy

So we had a quick visit from Uncle Andy over my birthday, and we all had such a wonderful time with him.  This is a guy who has never told one of my kids "no".  Not once.  ("Uncle Andy can we watch funny cat videos on youtube?"  "Uncle Andy will you play hand ball with me?")  So they think he's the best ever.  And when they had to be at school, he cheerfully accompanied me everywhere (except my exercise class which is women only) and got to have a nice little look around Muscat.  The first few days after he left were a bit lonely for the kids and me...And after we dropped him off at the airport Tommy and Lizzie were inconsolable for quite a while.

(Sadly, most of these photos are crappy. Sorry.)

Handball

Tour of the new airport

Grand Mosque

Youtube cat videos

I'm 40! Can you believe that?

Guess what? I'm 40.  I was a pretty hot mess for the week or so leading up to the big day, but the evening before Eli had a dinner for me at a restaurant I love with my friends and Andy, Brett and Chinka.  It was such a lovely dinner and I had SUCH a nice time.  Eli asked my friends to say what they like about me and it was so sweet.  I didn't want it to end.

TAISM ball, Beach and a Podcast recommendation

YOU GUYS. Where have I been for the past two years? Stuck in a podcast rut, I suppose. (That's not fair, I absolutely love the podcasts I listen to. But I do run out of material sometimes which is okay because then I just listen to the Killers, but still, I love podcasts.) Anyway, I read about Alec Baldwin's podcast called "Here's the Thing" and I JUST LOVE IT. He talks to such interesting people and he is a talented interviewer. I recommend trying an episode or two. My favorite so far is his interview with Ira Glass, but as I type this I'm listening to him talk to Paul Simon. Yesterday I listened to Amy Schumer and Kristin Wiig.

On Friday night, we went to the TAISM ball and I had so much fun that I made Eli stay up much too late (as he had to go to work in the morning). About the picture of Eli and me below: I have noticed lately that in photos my left eye is often not quite as open as my right eye. (I KNOW. WTH?) Anyway, I look creepy because I was making an effort to have equally open eyes.

Creepy eyes.

Twins.

The guy who took this photo must've been a little bit drunk - this is the end of the evening.

The next day, I took the kids to the beach.  Lizzie wanted to go to the Hyatt and she kept screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!" when I told the kids to put their swimsuits on for the beach.  After a nice pout on the beach mat, she decided that she would play with her friend Sophie who happened to be at the beach as well, and later confessed that she had so much fun.  My kids are ridiculous.

Sophie's big brother and Tommy practicing their kayaking.  This was SO MUCH fun.

Tommy's birthday party

Tommy asked for a pool party for his birthday, and this party ended up being very easy to organize.  But oh my gosh, it was stressful.  I hadn't really considered the responsibility of having 15 kids around a pool when I sent out the invitation.  But Tommy had a great time, and I had a glass of wine when it was all over and felt that I had really earned it, you know?

T has really sweet friends, and for the most part the kids were really well behaved.   This was our first year of a boys only party (except Lizzie, who does not seem to notice at all that she's the only girl), and I do think that the energy level is different with a gang of boys than it is with a group of boys and girls.  We took a lot of pool toys, and almost immediately there was some sort of soccer-ish game going on that involved kicking the ball all the way over the pool (lengthwise) and hitting it against the opposite wall.  I had to shut the game down when a dispute over whether someone had scored arose.  Because of course, nobody knew if it was actually a point because nobody really knew the rules of the brand new game.  Anyway, it was fun and it's over and Tommy was satisfied.  (I really hate planning birthday parties.)

(I made this gif by myself and if you want to make one, too, it's SUPER EASY.)

Nine. Yes, NINE. No, that is not a mistake.

Tommy turned nine on April 11th.  He received mostly Lego gifts, with a few books and a couple of soccer jerseys thrown in for good measure.  He also is getting a basketball hoop because he loves basketball.  (I wish I could show you the videos from his class, but I will first have to remember not to talk when I am filming.  It is much too embarrassing to post on the internet.)

His party will be on April 22nd because I didn't get my act together before we left on our trip.  But he doesn't care; he is just pleased to have another load of gifts to look forward to.  (I considered offering him the money we will pay for the party in exchange for actually having the party, but that sort of misses the point doesn't it?)

The thing about this guy is that he is extraordinarily easy to parent.  He's was born with a generous spirit and a capacity for empathy, and a quick brain.  We all have our flaws, but Tommy's are so insignificant in comparison to his goodness.  During the birthday interview, I asked him what his best quality is, and he said he's a good big brother.  I'm impressed that he has a concept of what a good big brother is, and that he values this about himself.  Anyway, all this to say that at the half-way point of Tommy living with Eli and me, I just couldn't love my kid any more than I do.*

* This week, he left his swimming bag on the bus, lost a sock in the changing room (?), left his brand new Lego guy (that he shouldn't have taken to school in the first place) on the bus, and forgot his water bottle once.  So don't read this post as saying that Tommy never frustrates me because oh my god he certainly does.  It's just that he's mostly amazing.

The cast is off!!

The journey to recovery is officially...half-way.  Today, Lizzie's cast was removed.  We took new X-rays, and the surgeon said he was very happy with her recovery.  But, she is to wear her sling for another two weeks, and can't really use her arm properly until the end of May.  He even said that she shouldn't swim for a couple of weeks.  (It is officially hot here now, so this is a huge bummer.)

After our long slog through the hospital, which took a record three and a half hours this morning, we went to the physio department to make an appointment.  Her appointment is for May 1st.  So I called a private physio and will see her on Monday.  She's a British woman and even though I will pay ten times would I would pay at the hospital, it will only require me to have Lizzie out of school for an hour because I'll actually have an appointment time.  And, I don't know how to measure the price of my own sanity, but it is fairly precious to me.

Today we had a sweet experience.  The nurse who has always done Lizzie's casts saw us in the waiting room (we had been there for an hour and twenty three minutes) and he moved her file to the top of the stack so we were seen fairly soon after.  Then, after the surgeon ordered X-rays, he took us to a different radiology department where we didn't have to wait.  He asked if I wanted some tea after the X-rays, so he told me all about his five children and what they are doing.  It was very sweet.  Then he delivered us back to the surgeon's office ("we must go now, before he takes a break").  He calls Lizzie "Barbie," which she considers to be a compliment.

We came home and Lizzie had a bath so that we could finally wash her left hand (so disgusting) and also begin to scrape the dead skin off her arm and hand.  Revolting, but so satisfying.  She is very reluctant to move her arm, but she can, and she agrees that it doesn't hurt when she does.  Hooray!

We wanted to remember how beautiful her hard cast was after everyone signed it!

This is in the women's waiting room. It's instructions on caring for your cast.