'Wash gwound,' mused Rashimi as he gazed at the raindrops splodging onto the street below. How few of them he has seen in his short life to date. Winter has arrived. It is quite cold and there is so much rainwater on the hard earth now, that the roads have turned to rivers, and Jordanian drivers either stay at home or find themselves in even more calamitous situations than usual. Which is very calamitous indeed.
The day upon day of rain coincided with a visit from beloved auntie Rosie, with her baby-to-be, who arrived for a week's holiday. But nothing could have marred the moments we spent together and the dwarves were ecstatic to have her with us. My daily struggle was stopping Rashimi from breaking into her room and waking her up each morning at 7am. 'Wake up auntie Woseeeee!'
J and I had our first parent teacher meeting at the Lozenge's school. We sat on tiny childrens' chairs chatting to the generously proportioned teacher in the colourful classroom with snowmen dangling by our faces. The Lozenge is happy there and has made lots of friends. I am inevitably sad about uprooting him to start all over again up the road in Jerusalem.
St Grace's new sidekick 'Weem' (with the wheels) has become a valued member of the team, and is now looking after a 3 and half year old American girl, Luciana, who comes to hang out with the dwarves in the afternoons. She has wavy dark hair down to her diminutive bottom, and takes no prisoners. The boys love her and there is much talk of 'Loothiannaaaaa!' and what they've all been up to.
We escaped with auntie Rosie to the Dead Sea for a few more degrees of warmth in the belly of the earth, and a gloopy salted mud session…
As I watched her elegant backview disappearing from view at the airport departures I was relieved the Lozenge was with me to stop the lump in my throat turning into tears. Next time I see her she will be a mother and the following chapter of her life will come to be written.
The day upon day of rain coincided with a visit from beloved auntie Rosie, with her baby-to-be, who arrived for a week's holiday. But nothing could have marred the moments we spent together and the dwarves were ecstatic to have her with us. My daily struggle was stopping Rashimi from breaking into her room and waking her up each morning at 7am. 'Wake up auntie Woseeeee!'
J and I had our first parent teacher meeting at the Lozenge's school. We sat on tiny childrens' chairs chatting to the generously proportioned teacher in the colourful classroom with snowmen dangling by our faces. The Lozenge is happy there and has made lots of friends. I am inevitably sad about uprooting him to start all over again up the road in Jerusalem.
St Grace's new sidekick 'Weem' (with the wheels) has become a valued member of the team, and is now looking after a 3 and half year old American girl, Luciana, who comes to hang out with the dwarves in the afternoons. She has wavy dark hair down to her diminutive bottom, and takes no prisoners. The boys love her and there is much talk of 'Loothiannaaaaa!' and what they've all been up to.
We escaped with auntie Rosie to the Dead Sea for a few more degrees of warmth in the belly of the earth, and a gloopy salted mud session…
As I watched her elegant backview disappearing from view at the airport departures I was relieved the Lozenge was with me to stop the lump in my throat turning into tears. Next time I see her she will be a mother and the following chapter of her life will come to be written.
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