On the Verge...

Doing something twice counts as a tradition, right?  I suppose it counts if your intent is to continue doing it.  So this verges on tradition, because we've done it twice, we'd like to keep doing it, but aren't going to stick hard and fast to it.  "It" is going to the beach to eat lunch as a family on Sundays.  I know that during the summer, the 120 degree heat will undoubtedly put a damper on that desire and the tradition will not be carried on.  But for now, the weather is fairly nice during the day and we want to take advantage of being able to enjoy the outdoors while we still can!  So we've been getting lunch and taking it to the beach that's right near our house.  People don't swim on lay out on the beach here, because we live in a "stricter" Emirate.  Just up the road, in the neighboring Emirate, tourists will go and lay out on the beach and get in the water.  We like our beach better.  Bathing suit clad people are not common he

I had every intention of posting this last night, since today is technically her 9 month birthday.  But things got away from me (like the computer) and I had to postpone until this morning.  But I thought you would probably forgive me.  Selah's sleeping in this morning (went to bed before 8 last night and she's still sleeping at 9:30am!) so I'm going to finally get to finish and post it!  Maybe I'll even have time to do the dishes this morning before Quinn   walks around the house to his office   goes to work. Date: Jan 21st, 2013 Weight : Absolutely no clue.  She doesn't feel very heavy to me and she doesn't seem to have grown much. So if I had to take a guess, I would say she might be around 16.5 lbs? I've got to start thinking in kilos, but it's too late right now and I can't even try. Clothing size : Snuggly in 6 months still . She swims in 9 month stuff, but is just a little too long for some of her 6 mo sleepers. The best is tha

We never really experienced this with Abram.  He was a faithful attender of "Kidstuff" from the time he was about two months old.  Every week we would take him to children's church and he was the one kid who, no matter how old he was, never cried when we left him.  I think he may have cried a little once when he was about a year and a half.  But otherwise, he's always been really great with other people taking him.  Maybe that's because there were usually new, distracting toys involved. Selah had been doing so well with that.  She may not have been going to children's church like Abram did, but she was constantly around new people and mostly ok with pretty much anyone holding her.  Until recently. Now she cries when almost anyone but me holds her.  She even started crying tonight when I passed her off to Quinn and left her sight for a few minutes.  I know that stranger anxiety is common around 8 months, so this is pretty normal and I'm not worried or an

We were offline for a few days over here.  It was harder than I thought it would be.  I guess I didn't realize how much I was doing on the internet.  And blogging wasn't even one of them.  Sorry about that. Remember how I was going to write shorter blogs more often?  Yeah.  How about shorter blogs as often as before - which isn't that often.  We'll try that and see how it goes. Sometimes we wonder who Selah looks like.  She has her own little look.  We've found baby pictures of Quinn that look just like her and sometimes I will look at the two of us in the mirror and see the resemblance.   And then I ran across these pictures from the beach the other day that were taking consecutively a few seconds apart: Like mother, like daughter. That's better.  Even with the junk on her face.  Sweet, brown eyed girl. Can't forget about my hazel eyed boy... and his beady eyed elephant. Hope to be back sooner rather than later . But we'll s

I now definitely have what the children have. Stuffy, gross nose and sore throat (they haven't been able to communicate that symptom to us, but now that I have one, I'm pretty sure they must be suffering from it as well). Abram had a rough night and now two good ones, sleeping all the way through in his tent which we moved to our living room. We did this because Selah is a day behind him and she's a baby. So when she wakes up unable to breathe, a dramatically loud process of booger sucking and consequent screaming ensues that would wake the dead, not to mention her sleeping brother. Her rough night was two nights ago. Last night was better, once we actually got her to go to sleep in spite of her stuffiness. I'm hoping tonight will be even better.  Poor little girl. I have realized recently that while there are some pretty awesome things about being a baby (like getting to be pushed around in a stroller everywhere, being held and snuggled constantly by people you

If you know me at all, you know that I can't not  say something.   But I did want to share some of the pictures we got on Christmas day and a few since then, without much narrative.  Selah threw up a little a few times today, wouldn't eat much, and was a bit fussy, but overall in decent spirits.  I am guessing it is/was a little stomach bug, as I am starting to feel the beginnings of something as I type.  Excellent.  I guess I'd rather that it hits me at night rather than in the day when I am dealing with the kids.  So I'll bombard you with some pictures and a few captions and then I'm going to start praying that I'll be able to get some sleep tonight.  Christmas Day: Trains!! "New" outfit I bought in the States that was too big for him at the time.  I finally pulled it out on Christmas as one of his presents.  This kid loves truck shirts and is starting to be very vocal about what he wears each day.  Funny kid. Quinn got f