We ended up going to the house of a family in our Branch. The dad isn't a member, but the wife and kids are. Two kids, 10 and 11. They are great and we enjoy them very much. They are from San Francisco and add a lot of flavor to our branch. The kids have never lived in the U.S. They've lived all over the world. The parents are teachers, him middle school art, and her fourth grade. Anyway, the evening before Thanksgiving we were talking and decided to combine our plans as families and have the holiday together.
Besides the trip to the E.R., the think that will stick most in my mind about our first Thanksgiving in the Middle East, was putting two pies, whip cream, green bean casserole, two kids and a baby in my bike stroller. Everyone in their flip flops, shorts, and Peter holding the basket of rolls in one hand and his bike handle with the other - as we rode a couple of blocks to our friends house. The evening was perfect and the ocean breeze was dreamy. We talk about getting a car, really we do. And someday we just might. But I love the sacrifice it puts on all of us. We really have to plan and think about our days. And a little less in our lives only adds a little more in the long run.
Now on to more exciting things. First there were these:
Simon loves projects, as you know. And Chach loves to investigate those projects, and everything else. So when Si got to doing something else, without the scissors he brought outside, Sol thought they were fair game. And decided to see if they cut other things besides paper. Like an ear.
Man. Do ears bleed or what?! Now I know you're thinking it wasn't that bad. But have you seen people that have a weird chunk out of their ears? Or they seem misshapen somehow? Well Si happens to have the cutest ears ever. They are big and cute and perfect. And I could pull this cut apart pretty well, and that made me nervous. So after ten minutes of pressure, I rode my bike to a friends house - in the middle of their Thanksgiving dinner - and borrowed their car, to take Si to the E.R. I just wanted to make sure it would heal okay, and see if it needed a stitch. Luckily, he only needed super glue.As Si came inside, crying and saying "Why would Chach do this? Why? He's a naughty, naughty little boy. Why?!", Chach looked confused. Then I showed him what he did, and he started bawling. I sent Chach to the stairs (our time out spot) and he didn't stop crying for an hour. Really. I didn't even have to get mad at him, or make him stay there. He felt terrible. And, maybe, he should have.
3 comments:
Did he fall asleep on the stairs? Cause that's what it looks like. Poor Si. And Chach.
Total sadness for both of them! I love that Si just says he is a naughty, naughty little boy instead of hitting him or something. Now at least they'll have a story. "Do you remember that time Sol, when we lived in SA, and during thanksgiving you tried to cut my ear off with scissors?" No one else will ever have a story like that.
Isn't it amazing, and sweet how hard the kids are when it comes to siblings? Carlie broke my favorite bowl while I was in the other room, and what does Lucy do? She starts to cry about how it's all her fault, she should have watched Carlie, she's the big sister, it's her job to take care of her! It was so sweet I couldn't even be sad!
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