Thank-you Emirates Post...

He (literally) loved the card to pieces!

... (and Nanaji and Naniji of course) for the surprise awaiting us in the mailbox last night.

Post-marked November 24, we finally received the birthday card that my parents sent for N's first birthday on December 17. We were wondering if it might trickle in (as we have belatedly received a few Christmas cards), or whether we should give up hope.

Little A was also thrilled to find that Nanaji and Naniji (a title she is working on learning--instead of just referring to my mom as 'Nanaji's wife') had also included some princess stickers for her. She had to change into her 'ball gown' just to enhance her enjoyment of this little gift.

I also have to give EP a pat on the back for the most efficient customer service I have received in my time here (and possibly in my time anywhere--from any government agency). I went in to renew my PO Box on Sunday afternoon. I took in all the paperwork and documents. They processed it in under two minutes, and about an hour later I received a confirmation text message, stating that my PO Box was renewed for another year. WOW!!

I know it seems out-dated: a PO Box, in today's age with all its technological communication tools. I must confess that I really enjoy receiving old-fashioned mail (the exception being anything from TD Waterhouse). It is always so nice to rip open an envelope and find a letter, a card, a picture--something that I can hold in my hand...it just brightens my day (maybe that is part of being so far away from 'home').

Today was a windy day (topped off with a sandstorm at the end). I managed to spend some time this morning visiting with my friend Deema, and her new daughter Priya (born 1 year and three days after N). It was my first time meeting Priya, and I was just shocked at how small she was. People always say you forget how tiny newborn babies are...but considering how I only had a newborn myself a year ago (and don't forget--he was especially tiny)...you would think I would be an exception to this memory loss...

She was very small and sweet, and mother and baby both seemed to be doing very well. We had a lovely visit, and I had the chance to just sit back and enjoy their company (as my little ones had to stay home--Peter took my truck and its car-seats in for servicing).

Road-Trip: Qasr Al Sarab

Rainbow Sheikh's LandRover

We left AD after a pancake breakfast, and arrived around 12:30. The drive was pretty uneventful--except for the humps (aka speed-bumps) we almost flew over, by the Rainbow Sheikh's Car Museum. I think we were distracted by the rainbow gate, and so we missed the 'humps ahead' signage. We really enjoyed seeing all the camels grazing in the farms along-side the road--what a difference when you are used to seeing only cattle! Additionally, it was beautiful to see the colour of the sandscape change--from white to rust, and from low lying foothills to higher sand dunes.

Qasr Al Sarab was very well signed all the way--although I must admit I was a bit nervous when we were directed off the paved highway onto a sand-road, used by trucks. However, shortly after some smooth 'off-roading', we were rewarded by the sight of the resort, which looked much like a large spread-out sand-castle.

Our Chariot

What a beautiful resort! Made even more beautiful by the upgrade we received--from a one-bedroom suite to a one-bedroom villa! Little A loved being chauffered back-and-forth from our villa to the main reception area via golf cart. She also really enjoyed the really COLD private swimming pool we had (and as a result now has a runny nose), and all of our space. She asked several times if this was our new home, and could be heard running around in circles saying 'I love it! I love it!' at various times during our stay. Even baby N had fun navigating the space (which we quickly baby-proofed for him by removing all the breakables from his reach), using every edge he could get his chubby grasp on, to bring himself to standing position.

Blue Lips

Unfortunately, shortly upon our arrival, Peter began to feel sick--and he joined our little ones for their afternoon siesta. Everyone was awake in time to make a run to try and catch the sunset. It was our goal to try and climb the UAE's highest sand dune--but my 'condition' and the time of day prevented us from doing so. We were also side-tracked by some camels, who were positioned just for tourists like us. Though she is a big fan of camels, A absolutely refused to sit down and be pictured with them. This was the closest we could get her to go.

Sunset and Camels

We noticed how the temperature instantly dropped after the sun set, and just our luck, a sand-storm began, as we were heading back towards our villa. We trekked back as quickly as we could to our villa (and had a laugh as A and I got stuck in the sand) and spent the rest of the night relaxing. Around 7 pm, there was a knock on our door and Ivory, one of the staff, appeared with a delicious chocolate mousse cake for Peter's birthday. Only A and I had the cake, as Peter wanted to be cautious because of his stomach.

I slept very little that night. Originally we all started out in the bedroom together. Baby N was the easiest to put to sleep and made the most of the baby cot. A was trickier, as she refused to sleep with her dad. Ideally, I wanted to sleep on the couch, but gave the king-size bed the 'old-college-try'. Around 2 a.m., I gave up (B3-baby 3-was likely crunching my lungs) and moved onto the much firmer sofa. N woke up around 4:30 and then Peter traded me places--I returned to the bed (we figured that N's yodels might wake her up).

Around 5 a.m., I had to get up and trade places with Peter again. As is typical, we generally cannot spend a night in a hotel without one of our children falling off of the bed---and this time it was N's turn. So, I took him outside to the cabana, where he fell asleep instantly, wrapped in a fuzzy bath sheet blanket. Despite how exhausted I was, I could not help but watch his little face, framed in the moonlit sky. He looked so perfect and sweet. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I had to open them once again to take another look.

Seriously Sweet

A joined us shortly after 6 (and that was the end of sleep-time for us all). We snuggled for a bit, and then moved to the front steps to watch the sun rise, in our pj's and bathrobes. It was so soothing, being buffered in by the dunes.

We had an early breakfast and then walked around to take a few pictures. We returned to the room where N and Peter had a little nap, while A watched a movie on the laptop. A insisted on swimming in the pool once again (even though it was still freezing). This time, I managed to convince her it was too cold (she only got knee-deep before she agreed) and instead we made use of the luxury bath tub. She had a great time with the bubbles (as you can see), while N honed his climbing skills.

All good things must come to an end, and so, we ended up saying good-bye to QAS around 12:30. We have so many great memories and I would love to go back again one day (although next time I will require a free upgrade to the TWO-bedroom villa!!). We had a very quiet ride back home, as both A and N slept the majority of the way home.

Crafts & Jabs

**Spoiler Alert (in case any of our family members actually read this blog): Here is little A SMILING (yes--that is what happens when we say 'smile' and pull out the camera) and making Chinese New Year's cards that we will be sending home (and which will be arriving late). She really likes to make crafts and cards, although she is very fussy about not getting dirty--which makes it a bit of a challenge. This is how we occupied ourselves this morning.

Later, when N woke up from his nap, we went for a short walk to my friend Monique's place. Right now, she is my closest neighbour/friend, but at the end of this month she'll be moving 'off-compound' (I feel as though I've mentioned her before). I wanted to drop off a Nestle dark chocolate bar for her--as we discussed how I've been craving the chocolate almonds and this bar has been helping me out. It is made in Australia (her homeland) and so she was intrigued. I picked up an extra for her on my last shopping trip, and wanted to get it out of the house a.s.a.p. I feared (correctly) that if my bar ran out, that I would go after hers, with only a moment's hesitation and guilt. So, we dropped over intending to put a smile on her face (and some chocolate in her very lean and trim belly), and she put one on all of ours in return. Seems she was having a bit of a 'clear out' of baby toys (her youngest is just two months younger than A), and we happened to be in the right place at the right time. Look at how much A and N are enjoying their 'new' toys--it's nice to have some toys that I can use as leverage to encourage sharing from little A.

This afternoon we got some great news about our 10.0 kg son. The doctor (who shared my concern about his 1.4 kg gain over 2.5 weeks) thinks he is responding very well to the treatments, and has discontinued his injections. He booked a 'follow-up' in March with us, and believes that he will likely discharge baby N as his patient at that time. He is pleased with the progress N has made to date. He did advise that I go back to feeding N 'intuitively' as I was doing before, instead of following the 'there should be food leftover in the bowl' philosophy of feeding (which I attribute to his rapid expansion). Dr. Jamal cemented his place as my favourite of N's 'specialized team', when we shared a laugh, before I left his office.

I think that should wrap up our day today. Peter is home from work and has been told that he looks like he is growing up and is in need of a hair-cut (don't know where A comes up with this stuff). We were supposed to go for a swim at the Shang-ri-la (with the new friends we have made who are living in the serviced apartments there)...but it's getting late in the day and I doubt we will make it before supper and bed-time activities begin.

I hope there is room for one more in 'the garden'!!

At.mosphere, January 24

Last night, we forgot ourselves. We forgot that we were a couple with two young children (and a third on the way), who live a quiet and sleepy life in Abu Dhabi. Last night, we chose to live the 'lifestyle' that everyone here keeps talking about.

After tucking away both of our children to sleep (the third one sleeps wherever, whenever), we were driven to Dubai in a huge white Tahoe truck. We sat back and relaxed as someone else played frogger on the drive to Dubai. We were dropped off at entrance 3 of the Burj Khalifa, with the driver promising to be ready and waiting whenever we wanted to leave. We were escorted onto the elevator (which needed a card key to be activated), where we took about 45 seconds to ascend to floor 123. When the doors opened, we were directed down one flight, and entered "At.mosphere", the lounge, at the Burj Khalifa.

Walking down to floor 122

First thing I noticed was that all the hostesses had black pashmina shawls on. It took only seconds for the chill to hit me--and I wished that I hadn't left my own pashmina at home. When one of the hostesses showed me to the 'toilet' (essential knowledge for one in my 'condition'), she asked me how I was. I told her that I was cold, and now understood why they all had shawls. Upon leaving the restroom (and might I add how phenomenal that was: a mirrored sink and bergamot scented lotion), I was amazed that the same hostess was walking to my table with a pashmina in hand--a loaner for me for the evening.

Loaner Pashmina

Warm, cozy and comfortable, I now took the opportunity to take in the 'Atmosphere'. Very impressive. It was a nightclub fit for Bond (and if the Sheikh of Dubai has the right amount of money, he will very likely be there filming one day). Though it was very dark outside, the lights of Dubai twinkled, and if you looked very closely at the windows, you could see the footprints left by Tom Cruise as he had bounced off their sides. We could make out the Burj Al Arab, the Atlantis hotel, and the snaking lights that slithered down Sheikh Zayed Road. I can honestly say that I have never been anywhere so 'posh' in my life. I didn't even have to worry about second-hand smoke (as smoking by-laws are slow to come into effect here, and even slower to be enforced, I had Peter call ahead to check on the smoking status of the lounge--it was a 'make-it or break-it' piece of information as to whether or not we would attend). True to their word, there was not even a hint of smoke in the air, owing to the vaccuum-sealed 'smoking room' hidden away somewhere!

Our hosts arrived a few minutes later. I met Waseem and Paula, a Lebanese-American couple, who have been living in Dubai for the last four years. Peter and Waseem have met through 'the business'--and though they have a professional relationship, they have also met socially a few times. We were also joined by Max, Waseem's (former) boss, on a quick trip into Dubai before returning home to prepare for a relocation to Hong Kong. It was quite clear that we were amongst people who were pretty accustomed to a certain level of luxury (I can only hope to be them one day), but even they were amazed by the spectacular views and the set-up of our surroundings.

The menu was very light on vegetarian fare (only one item, a cheese fondue), but they kindly offered me the restaurant menu to peruse. What the waitress had described to me as a 'Grilled Cheese Salad' actually turned out to be a 'Goat Cheese Salad', with baked apple and pecans, and that is what I ordered, with a side of steak fries (classy...I know).

Have you ever wondered why there is an inverse relationship between how upscale and expensive a restaurant is, and portion size?

My 'salad' came: one piece of cheese, melted on an a baked apple, with two (maybe three) pieces of butter lettuce, and one pecan (I swear) broken into bits. There were about 8 steak fries--according to the price, they were billed out at roughly $2 US a piece.

Sigh!

It was all very delicious though, and somehow I found myself to be VERY full. After having a latte (to warm up when we first arrived) and some bottled water (still...not sparkling), there was no room left for dessert.

Say whaaaaaaaAAAAATTTTT??

Sigh (again)! It's true. We left without me having a chance to try the dessert. Seriously, I was way too full!

I hope someone offers to take us there again (although this time NOT on a weeknight, and with a much earlier start time, so that I don't find myself rolling myself into the back-seat of a Tahoe at 11:45 p.m., counting the minutes of sleep I will get before it's time to get up and start another day).

Suffice it to say--we remembered ourselves very early (5:40 a.m.) the next morning, when baby N starting his morning 'call-outs'. We were home at 1:15 a.m. and despite how exhausted I was, I must say I really enjoyed myself. What an experience--definitely not something I could do regularly (neither my body nor my bank account would allow it)--but a great memory of our time in the UAE.

Looking up from down below

Chinatown, Abu Dhabi

Another overcast day (although by the time we got the little ones packed up into rain coats and stuffed the umbrella in the truck, the sun came out!). Today we continued our quest to 'get things done' around here, and finally made the trek onto the island to find 'Chinatown'. Apparently it is hidden behind Madinat Zayed (a shopping centre), by the Beijing Restaurant. It is so small that we actually drove past it. After stopping at the Red Castle restaurant, the helpful (and very authentically Chinese workers), sent us in the right direction.

In case you're ever looking for it: it is by 7lands foods, across from the Beijing Restaurant--look for the Chinese lanterns outside. It is called "Chinese Foodstuffs". It is a tiny little store, stuffed in amongst a variety of clothing and textiles shops. As big as our kitchen, it manages to provide all the Chinese food that the (ummmmm....ten?) Chinese people and restaurants in Abu Dhabi need. Though it was incredibly small, we managed to find all the decorations that we needed for Chinese New Year. The salesman was very friendly and helpful--he was very impressed with how fluent I was in Mandarin--thank-you Kai Lan! Little A was a bit disappointed that he did not have any firecrackers (as we've been reading about how they are important to keep away the bad spirits). All-in-all, despite it's size (or lack thereof), Chinese Foodstuffs had everything we needed. Thank-goodness, as I have been promising little A that we will decorate for Chinese New Year now that the Christmas things have been packed away.

So, decorate we did. The house is thoroughly ready for a CNY celebration (which I am thinking about putting together...let's see if it actually happens). Now--we'll add some more red for Valentine's Day (they are close together this year) and we'll be all set.

The House of Cards

Surprisingly, not as loud and noisy as I had prepared myself for.

Speaking of rice (yes--that's the transition I'm using), Peter and I had discussed how much rice to make for our guests. He was sure that everyone would have at least one cup of rice with their Korean BBQ, and so he wanted our helper to make 8 cups (and remember--it usually doubles after it is cooked). I thought that was WAY too much and told him to forget the rice. After all, we weren't serving dinner, instead it was just 'finger food'. Peter didn't understand how any one would eat the BBQ meat without rice. I figured they would eat it like chicken wings, but as a vegetarian, I know that I am not an authority on how people eat meat. Anyways, I talked him down to 6 cups (enough for 12 people), and we made it in our biggest stock pot (because that amount is too much for our rice cooker).

Imagine how much I laughed when I came downstairs to find a huge metal stock pot filled with rice on my coffee table! And when i say filled, I mean FULL as in their had only been maybe 1/2 a scoop of rice consumed from the pot (and Peter tells me it was another fellow who ate it). I wanted to take a picture, but was too late as our helper got up early to help clean up.

Today was a rainy day (with actual rain). What a nice change from the usual!

We had our usual breakfast at the Shang (our friend Andrea would be so proud as several of their dumplings made their way home with us).

After an afternoon siesta (for everyone except me--even Phinn had a great time bonding with the new baby as he insisted on snoozing on my stomache), we fed the kids and drove out to Dalma Mall. I was impressed to see some of the changes (for example, it no longer takes a 10 minute detour around the highway and back roads to enter the parkade and exit). More stores have opened, and the Carrefour looks much nicer and well-stocked than the one on Airport Road. One day, when all the stores are in, this should be a great place for shopping. Who knows if we'll still be here to benefit.

Baby N made quite a fuss on the way home. We suspect that teething and tiredness were at the root of his issues. He had a big supper and then went to sleep with no fuss. Little A also went to bed rather easily, possibly tired out from all the 'fast rides' at Dalma Mall. She and her father have a lot of fun here, zooming around in grocery carts at top speed. They were quite the attraction together, and turned many a head. I caught one little boy looking wistfully at them--Peter speeding along, A laughing at her top volume. Likely, he had never seen anyone enjoy being with their children so much and was wondering how he could convince his housemaid to run like a maniac through the mall with him riding in the grocery cart.

70 days to go. My hips continue to give me incredible grief, and today my ankles decided to join in and swell up. Peter helped me pull on the circulation stockings and I'm heading to bed soon. We think that possibly the cooler weather and rain are responsible for the swelling. These pains are the reason that I was the only one who couldn't sleep this afternoon.

So...better try and get some sleep now.

You gotta know when to hold 'em...

Father-daughter bonding time

This is one of the things that Peter misses most, living in Abu Dhabi (I am not referring to father-daughter time, because he gets a LOT of that here).

In Edmonton, Peter had a regular group of (very lovable and sweet) degenerates, who would gather regularly to challenge each other's skills (and wallets) with a friendly game of 'pokes'. I am sure that the "Christmas Classic" has not been quite the same, without the special flava' that Peter used to bring to the table. However, in moving here, he has had relatively little to no action in this area (for obvious reasons).

Until this past summer that is...when the 'desperate househusbands' of Abu Dhabi, all abandoned and alone as their wives and children left en masse to get out of the summer heat, banded together. Using the connections made by their wives in the 'Raha Mums' Play Group', they formed their own 'Raha Fathers' Play Group'--the key differences being that instead of bringing children and cakes to each others' villas, they show up with beers and the words of Kenny Rogers in their head.

Tonight is Peter's night to host. He is very excited and is preparing Korean BBQ for all of his mates. I am looking forward to falling asleep with earplugs, trying to muffle the (less-than) soothing sounds of loud swearing...in a variety of different accents.

p.s. Happy Birthday to you Jenna--I hope you have a great day filled with love, hugs and smiles!

The Incredible Hulk

"Don't make me angry...you won't like me when I'm angry..."

Every night when I take him upstairs to put him to bed, it seems as though he is MUCH heavier than when I picked him up that morning. And it seems the scales are backing me up. In two weeks, it seems that this little baby boy (just to clarify...I am not talking about Phinn) has put on almost 1 kg of weight (0.9 kg to be exact). On me, weight gain is unpleasant and unwelcome (even in my pregnant state). But on HIM...he just gets sweeter and more plump!! Back fat...moobies...bring it on!!

Today I felt exhausted all day long. Last night's 'celebrations' (dessert and a virgin pina colada--home by 10:15 and in bed by 10:44) and today's 'aftershock' is exactly why I generally spend my nights putting the kids to sleep, watching a show and sleeping by 9:45 (10 at the latest). It was the first day that I didn't miss my decaf Twinings Earl Grey supply (that ran out two weeks ago) which doesn't seem to exist in the UAE. I was a bit apprehensive about driving N to the hospital for his jab--and steeped up a big cup of Lady Grey before I left. I was seriously THAT tired.

Then, Peter came home and I mustered some energy to fill out little A's application for FS2 (at the British school--which is a two minute walk from our home). As I explained to Peter (when he choked on the fees schedule: 43, 650 aed per annum), I am not really sure what my intentions are at this point with respect to little A's schooling in the fall...but, it's a free application and it doesn't hurt to have some options (in case we want to use them). We have also filled out an application for the Canadian School (which is reasonably cheaper), but it bothers me that even though they follow Alberta curriculum, they have jumped on the money-grabbing scheme of KG1 (aka: nursery school at private school prices) and KG2 (when actual curriculum delivery begins--the first mandatory year). However, considering the 'privatization' leanings of our own government in Alberta...perhaps this is a 'dry-run'?? It is also interesting that although KG2 and FS2 are half-day options, the fees are the same as the other years (up to year 6, and then they jump again).

Christmas Fish goes to the little pet shop in Mazyad Mall

Here's some free advertising for Britax...

Slow news day...

1. The water was leaking again. Seems my confidence was misplaced. Maintenance showed up within minutes and claim (once again) that the problem is solved. We'll find out soon enough, I guess.

2. Got around to visiting my friend who had the miscarriage. I had to do an unannounced 'drop-in' as I found I did not have an up-to-date number for her. Decided to go with a potted plant with white flowers (which little A insisted on picking out--it was SO hard to deter her from the plants with PINK flowers). Then, I had to scrounge around for bits and bobs to wrap it up in--they don't have the flower/plant wrapping paper ready to go here (like you'll often find at most grocery stores back home). She seemed really touched, and I was very happy that her mom had decided to drop everything and come and stay with her. She was sad (the 'fourth time no big deal' comment was, as I suspected, a false show of bravado), and I felt tears pricking at my own eyes when I saw her.

3. Little A and I started her 'alphabet hunt book' today. We worked on finding the letter A (upper-case only). She seemed to enjoy the activity and we will work on the letter B tomorrow.

4. After putting A down for a nap, I took baby N with me to Mazyad Mall, as Christmas fish continues to look sickly. I was correct in assuming it was a fungus. The men at the pet-shop were very helpful (although I am skeptical of their knowledge base) and gave me a product designed to get rid of the fungus. I have had to dispose of one-too-many a dead fish around here, so I told them I would buy the product if THEY would treat the fish for me. They did me one better. They told me they would treat the fish for free (as they had plenty of product open behind the counter), that I could take home ANOTHER fish AND pick up this fish (which they claim will be alive and well) in a week. I declined the replacement fish, and emphasized how much we all love Christmas (and even with their limited English--I think my South-Indian brethren understood). As this is the little pet-shop down-stairs from Lulu, we will likely check back with them on Monday, when we make next week's grocery run. So...watch this space.

5. I am happy that Bruce Wayne has recruited Nightrunner (a French-Algerian Muslim) to join him in his crusade to keep the world safe. According to our paper (The National), this has stirred up the 'anti-Islam' sentiment in the U.S...doesn't seem to take much, does it?

6. I am sad for the loss of Zellers...apparently I was a big 'lellers' shopper when we first immigrated to Canada (go figure--Grande Prairie didn't have that many shopping options back in the late 70's). With Target moving into the Canadian shopping space--where will we all shop when we go south of the border with our Canadian dollars?? Plus--how will Target change the shopping experience at Bonnie Doon Mall? Where will all those seniors go for the 'Zeller's Special'? Obviously, Stephen Harper enjoys the Air Canada flying experience more than the Zellers shopping savings (never been to a midnight madness sale I bet)...

Keep on reaching sweetheart!

7. It is 10:25 pm--why am I not sleeping? We went out to celebrate a friend's birthday at the Yas Island Yacht Club. We had some good laughs, and now it's time for sleep! Thanks to my friend (Shariza--thanks!), I actually had a dress to wear that fits!! We will both likely be exhausted in the morning--but it was nice to do something different for a change.

Upgraded Seat

This little guy has moved up in the world. Until yesterday, his dedicated seat was a borrowed teal Bumbo chair on top of the table. However, the powers that be (his dad) decided it was time that he upgraded to the Stokke. If the table drumming was any indication, he was very happy and seemed to take to his new chair instantly.

Today has been a gray and gloomy day in Abu Dhabi. All day it has looked as though the rain was coming--but it never did. We (little A and I) went shopping for groceries at our favourite Lulu. As usual, A insisted on a visit to the pet store downstairs after we paid for our groceries (we leave our cart with the security guard in exchange for a button--we were number 299). We saw all the fish (the large yellow ones, the ones with bulgey eyes, the Nemos and Dorys), the turtles, the 'biguanas' and little A even poked a bunny. I am always impressed with how A is very good about just 'visiting' the creatures here--I have yet to drag her out screaming and crying about how she wants to take one home (though we were very close with the 'biguanas').

Sadly, when we came home we discovered our Christmas fish was in a poor state. He has been transferred to fresh water with Aquasafe, and hopefully he will get a renewed lease on life with a little bit of time.

Our maintenance men had to come today--our hot water pipe was leaking (again). This time, my favourite Nepalese gentleman Suresh was there, and I have confidence (perhaps foolishly misplaced confidence, but confidence nonetheless) that the problem should be rectified. I made sure that Suresh left with a bag full of our leftovers from dinner last night (NB-Indian food take-away from Kababrolls---not so great), and my appreciation.

I had an impromptu visit from a friend today. She will soon be moving from ARG to try out life 'outside the compound'. I hope that she likes it more than I did. Her life situation is different than mine (both her children are in school now), and she is not as 'housebound' as I tend to be--so she should fare better I think.

We are having veggie burgers tonight. I had my helper make them last week, following a great recipe I received through a friend of a friend (thanks Andrea and Mel!). Last week, they were not so great--it was her first attempt to make them without me beside her, going through the recipe step-by-step. So, this week we tried again. I 'supervised', and went through each step with her. She was pretty quick to realize what the problem was with the previous batch--she had forgotten the garlic and the capers. We all agreed that this evenings efforts were much tastier.

Baby N has been faring well with his injections--and they have not slowed him down at all. If anything, they are serving to make him MORE active (and hungry). I think that by the end of this month he may gain about 3 lbs (or more). He is also ALL OVER THE PLACE--keeping my adrenalin level fairly high, as I hover over him, hoping he doesn't crack his head open on the tile floor. Now that he is a 'master' crawler, he is no longer content with this skill. Instead, he has decided that STANDING is the order of the day. Unfortunately, he doesn't understand that you can't quite drag your feet along when you are attempting to walk (like he did with crawling).

Blackberry Addicts

We have a few living in this villa.

Here's one:

And here's the other one:

One of them is addicted to a healthy, antioxidant-rich fruit. The other is addicted to a device that has aptly been nicknamed the 'crack-berry', and has no positive health benefits for the user. I love them both!

We have been anxiously awaiting the arrival of a birthday envelope and Christmas package (both from my family in Calgary). Today, we were thrilled to find a 'parcel pick-up' slip in our mailbox. We received the Christmas gifts, which A loved (as you can see in the video below). However, we are still waiting for the birthday envelope, which was apparently sent about two weeks BEFORE the Christmas package. I am holding out hope that Emirates Post will deliver...

Thank-you Nanaji!

More Doctor's Visits...

Thanks Aunti Aumi for sending us these cool glasses!!

This morning N had an appointment with Dr. Stiles, at the New Al Noor Hospital. The doctor was very pleased with his progress and the notable increase in his muscle tone. He told me that N will now do his own physiotherapy, by using his weight as resistance to continue to increase his muscle tone. He would still like us to have a muscle biopsy done, to rule out muscle disease, but told me that this was not something that was 'time sensitive'. He also helped me to find out where N's pediatric neurologist from SKMC has gone. It seems that Dr. Waseem is applying for a position at Mafraq hospital (although Dr. Stiles wondered why he would leave SKMC to go to 'THAT mess...'). Dr. Stiles told me he would keep me posted on Waseem's whereabouts.

I took a few minutes to pick up my test results for the blood glucose test from two weeks ago. I even managed to sneak in to see Dr. Marwan (very covertly, I might add, considering I had a toddler, and a stroller and am heavily pregnant) to get him to interpret the results for me. He was happy to see us, especially baby N. He told me that babies with muscle diseases tended to have atrophied muscles, and N's bulk did not seem to indicate any evidence of that. He also reported that I did not have gestational diabetes, but that I should be vigilant in taking my prenatal vitamins, as the iron number was a bit low (not low enough to put me on any supplement though). Also--drink more water please.

On my way out, I ran into a friend of mine in the hallway. I met her very early on in our move to Al Raha. She's a lovely lady (with enviable Jennifer Garner dimples) and every time I meet her, I always wish that I had gotten to know her better. She was with her son, and when I asked whether he was okay, she told me he was fine. So--of course--I wondered what would bring her to the New Al Noor Hospital, and she sadly reported to me that she had suffered a miscarriage, evidently her fourth. I felt quite sad for her, knowing her history with pregnancy and how her son was a result of IVF and years of trying. She tried to assure me that it was no big deal and they were used to it...but I'm sure that 'miscarriages' are not the kind of thing one gets used to. My heart goes out to her, and I am trying to think of something nice I can do for her (in addition to a sympathy card)--as I'm sure my very presence (with the basketball sized uterus) will not be of great comfort to her at this time. Ideas are welcome.

Then it was home again, home again...time for lunch and then a nap for little A. N and I packed up again to head out to--you guessed it---SKMC, for the second injection of the week. He did great and it was an hour and a half, door to door.

On the way home, we tried a new route, using the newly opened Sheikh Zayed Bridge. We have watched this bridge being built our entire Abu Dhabi life. I remember looking at it as we drove past, on our way 'home' from the airport our first morning here, and I've watched it 'grow', for the past two years.

It's raining! It's pouring...January 11

Well...okay...so it wasn't exactly POURING...but this morning we had a nice, light little sprinkle, and this little one had the opportunity (finally) to use the umbrella that her grandmother brought her during the downpour in Lugano. Up until now, she has been carrying it around and using it as a 'sun-brella'.

This was the first rainfall of the year in Abu Dhabi (well--the first that actually reached our villa). I have heard of storms happening here, but they have managed to avoid us so far. Luckily, we have not had a repeat of last year's mess, where we had flooding on our main floor. I remember sitting on the computer and wondering why my feet were getting wet...Our landlord sure got an earfull from Peter, and he called in all his neighbourhood labourers to help us clean up the water. He even owned a wet/dry vacuum (which makes me wonder if the flooding was a regular occurrence).

I love the rain. I think I could really enjoy living in a rainy city, like Vancouver or Seattle.

Pyjama Day

We had a pyjama day at home today.

Overall, yesterday was pretty tiring, and my ankles were swollen up like watermelons, by the end of the night. This has not happened at all during my Abu Dhabi pregnancies (although it happened quite frequently when I was pregnant in Edmonton). That, combined with the physical and mental exhaustion I was feeling--I felt entirely justified in taking a 'pyjama day'.

Little A was more than happy to join me, and we just pitter-pattered around the villa today. We took down all our Christmas decorations. A was so very helpful, and of the two of us, I was the butter-fingers who broke an ornament (she was very sweet and chimed 'don't worry mommy, we can buy you a new one'). We put up our bird-feeder, filled it with sunflower seeds, and are now waiting for the exotic birds of AD to show up.

Baby N is showing no signs of soreness or pain from his shot yesterday. If anything, he is pulling himself up more and moving around all over the place. This is a great relief to me. His physiotherapist had indicated that these shots might slow down his developing movements--which does not seem to be the case (so far).

Peter bought us sushi for dinner, which we enjoyed when both our little ones were asleep. To accommodate both of their 'bed-times' (N at 6:30 and A between 7 & 7:30), we have had adjust our 'family dinner'. We used to have a long dinner, where we would all eat together (that was before N actually ate solids). Now, we focus on feeding the kids, putting them to sleep, and then we (Peter and I) eat together (usually in front of the tv). Then--around 9 o'clock (when we are both exhausted and ready for sleep), we have had some food, entertainment and some 'quality time'.

We are looking into booking a stay at Qasr Al Sarab, a beautiful desert resort. Ideally, I would like to have a little 'break' from our usual weekends. This is supposed to be a beautiful place, and I think they have some good deals on right now. We are in the 'early' planning stages right now.

I remember all too well how difficult it is to stay at a hotel with a tiny 'bottle-feeder' (from our trip to Bani Yas Island last year). I am aware, as I enter the third trimester, that we will be back in the 'new baby' boat soon enough, and staying at a nice resort with three little ones might prove to be a bit of a challenge (until I get a handle on being a 'mother of three').

Pricks & Jabs

I spent the morning at SKMC this morning. N's round of injections started today, and our appointment was at 9:30. I had to make a quick stop first at the physio building though, as they forgot to return our invaluable Daman card to us on our last visit.

It was a very promising start:

9:15: pick-up card (which they actually had waiting for me at the front desk)

9:30: register at Clinic 5

9:32: get 'vital stats' registered

9:34: in to see the doctor

How did they manage to be so timely?? Well...it seems the lady who had the 8:30 a.m. appointment showed up about two minutes AFTER I registered (thankfully--otherwise I would likely be waiting for her appointment to finish before the doctor would see N).

At 9:50, I was practically floating down to the pharmacy, with my prescription in hand. I smiled easily when they told me '20 minutes'. N and I went exploring the hospital and I was delighted to find a great little cafeteria, a huge indoor children's playground and a POST-OFFICE...all easily accessible in the next building over. I returned, fed N a bottle, and then sat down to wait.

And that's when it all started to unravel...

We FINALLY got our prescription after an hour of waiting (after I went twice to check on it). N was already screaming and fussy--no sleep plus restricted movements...a bad combination. We went back to the clinic (for the injection), to find my prescription was incomplete (I needed enough for 8 injections, and they had only given enough for 5), and they did not give me a refill slip (so we had to get another copy for the pharmacy--or there would be more hassle in the future). The nurse told me she would take care of it.

The prick of the needle wasn't too bad--much gentler than I had built it up to be. N cried just for a second, and then it was all done. The nurse did a really good job, and I am reconsidering her as a candidate to perform N's one year vaccinations.

Happy to be done, we booted it out of there. N fell asleep quickly in the car, and I had a relaxed drive home. Until my phone rang, and nurse Sheila from the hospital asked me if I was able to come back to the hospital. The pharmacy claimed they dispensed the entire prescription, when the nurse and I both knew they only gave us 5 ampules. The nurse asked if she could come and show them (as she was storing all the injections in the refrigerator at the hospital) and they said I had to do it. ARGH!! So, she gave me the number, and I told her I would call later. I was pretty doubtful that my calling would make much of a difference.

When we got home, I gave N lunch and some paracetamol (even though he showed no indications of pain and suffering--he is so brave and stoic). Little A was happy to see us (and still dancing around in her new dress from our trip to Dubai Mall yesterday) and displayed a lovely amount of sisterly sympathy for N and his band-aid. Then it was 'nap-time'--N went down much easier than his sister--perhaps I should have given her some paracetamol as well. As it is Sunday, we have to be ready for baby ballet at 2:45--and I am NOT looking forward to the usual 'I hate ballet' wake up cry.

I managed to get a hold of the pharmacy, who stated that I actually DO have the remaining 3 injections to pick up, and it is in the 'system'. I clarified that if there was some 'misunderstanding' on my part as to how many injections I was actually missing, whether I could clear it up when i came in on Wednesday. The pharmacist said it would not be a problem.

Fingers crossed for Wednesday!

As a treat to myself, I gave our helper some cash and a grocery list. She will do the shopping for me today. I have neither the time or energy to do it today.

TWO Reasons to Celebrate

1. Seems my husband is 35 years old today. There are only a few months of the year (January, February and March) where we share the same chronological age. Then April comes, I am a whole year older (and wiser) than he is, once again, and the universe can return to balance.

We (little A, baby N & I) got up bright and early (well--N and I that is...A didn't join us until shortly after 7 a.m.) to start baking some 'black-bottomed cupcakes' (aka chocolate with cream cheese) to celebrate. We had a pretty tight schedule to adhere to, as we had grand plans to be at Peter's office by 8:45 for a small 'surprise' celebration. At 9:20, we had to move on to SKMC, for N's physio appointment at 10. Though we were a little late for the party (no more than 10 minutes) it gave us plenty of time to light a candle, sing happy birthday and eat some cupcakes, before heading off again. The cupcakes were a hit, and will be enjoyed by us (well--Peter and I--A likes to make them, but not to eat them) later again this evening.

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The handsome men of our family,

(NB: Phinn is missing, as dogs are not allowed at 'the office)

2. We got to phsyio and Dr. Anub was VERY happy to see that baby N was crawling all over the place. NOT commando-style, mind you, but REGULAR hands and knees crawling. He actually spent a few minutes just watching N in wonder, with a small little smile on his face. And then he said "I'm not actually sure what we should do with him today in this session--he's already met his goal.". And so, baby N and little A had a great time at physio, playing with all the toys they could find and crawling around. Probably the first physio session that N has had which hasn't been filled by the sounds of his screams...

So--we have received a 'temporary and honorary discharge' from physiotherapy, for the next month (or so). Which is excellent timing, as baby N is likely going to have to start a round of hormone injections (twice a week, for the next month), next week. These are intramuscular shots, and are supposed to be pretty painful (his pediatric endocrinologist has actually tried to hold off on giving him these shots until he feels it is absolutely necessary--and I believe that on January 9, when he sees N again, he will feel is it necessary). I had told Dr. Anub that if N was going to be having intramuscular injections, that I would be temporarily pulling him from physio. Dr. Anub did not seem entirely happy about my decision...he really didn't want to disrupt N's progress to date (and he was also aware that come end of March, and the arrival of baby 3, the likelihood of me getting N to physio dropped quite a bit). Now, it's all moot--as N has attained his crawling goal. Way to go my sweet little baby boy!!

Caging 'the beast'

This animal woke us all up around 4:30 this morning. Seems he wanted to 'talk' (at an excessively loud volume).

Amazing how much sound carries in a house with a tiled floor and no carpeting.

The light bulb finally has light...

Now I know why I usually end up waiting an hour or more for appointments at SKMC (Sheikh Khalifa Medical City)!

SKMC is the 'elite' private hospital which services the 'local' Emirati population here. For the rest of us to use its doctors and services (which are generally agreed to be the best the UAE has to offer), you must have a doctor's referral, a Daman or Thiqa insurance card and OOODLES of patience (in order to get appointments and deal with staff while you are there).

Today I had two appointments (well--actually three--but N's pediatric neurologist resigned two weeks ago). My first appointment was at 8 a.m. (I find, despite traffic, it is wise to always try and get the 'first appointment of the day', as the doctor has a greater likelihood of being 'on-time'). We beat N's doctor in the door by about 15 minutes, and were in to see him shortly afterwards. Which was great--he checked him over, and requested a follow-up in four months (which we booked for MAY 3--earliest available). I also asked him to check the results of the blood tests (looks like Iron Man's hemoglobin is back up to normal range--yeah!!), and we were out of there by 8:40 a.m.

The problem that now arises: N's next appointment is not until 10 a.m.

Ever hopeful, I went to clinic 5, rebooked with a NEW pediatric neurologist (as N's 9 a.m. appointment had been cancelled--which is why we had such a long wait ahead of us), and was AMAZED when the receptionist told me there was only one patient in with our doctor now, and we were NEXT. And it was 8:45 a.m.--AND our appointment wasn't until 10!!

Seriously--we were already on the road home when the clock read 10 a.m.!!

But--now I know why I always have to wait when I have the 9 a.m. appointment--b/c somebody shows up and gets into the cue ahead of me--and the receptionists don't seem to be able to sort: appointments FIRST--drop-ins will be accommodated IF THERE IS TIME (although technically--I HAD an appointment--I did 'drop-in' a bit earlier than expected).

All-in-all, a good visit to SKMC. Doctor's reports for N were good and follow-ups were booked (both for May 3--which is great).

Is it the new haircut?

Today on our evening stroll, a security guard stopped us to take a picture of...PHINN!! At first I wasn't sure who he wanted to take a picture of, as little A was holding the leash (and she's pretty darn cute and gets her share of attention). But as he whipped out his camera phone, he assured us it was a picture of our pomeranian that he wanted.

Phinn is quite different from most of the dogs around here (most of whom are saluki cross-breeds and quite big). At one point, last year, one of the workmen guessed that he was a monkey, and then a cat, before being astounded that he was, in fact, a small dog (perhaps a grooming was overdue?). This was when he was perched on the foot rest of A's BOB stroller, and going for a ride (now that we have the double buggy, he just gets to have one seat--at least until the new baby arrives).

Here he is, for all of you who may not remember just how cute Phinn is.

Today we spent the morning in tears--baby N's physio, followed by a blood test (to check his iron levels--results of which should come in by tomorrow). It was a painful hour--with lots of screaming and crying. For some reason, they insist that N has fat arms (though I have seen MUCH plumper babies) with tiny veins--that actually MOVE once you find them with a needle. If any of my friends in the medical profession could shed some light on these 'moving veins' and how to keep them in place for blood tests, I would greatly appreciate it.

Baby N did his FIRST official crawling today (not 'commando' style, as our physiotherapist calls it...but real crawling--propped up on his knees). Unfortunately, I missed it, as it takes me hours to get up the stairs. But, I can believe it, as this was something he (tearfully) worked on in therapy today, and I've been watching his little muscles build to these movements. Dr. Anub will be so proud!

Little Ballerina

Thanks to my friend Helen for this picture from the girls' recital last term

Little A is starting her second term of ballet classes today at 2:45 (right now she is still asleep). We have limited choice over here, with respect to classes. She is currently taking classes through Arabesque Ballet Centre, and though I have wonderful things to say about her teacher Ms. Jesse, I wish that the organization itself was better run and more organized. Initially, I was very excited, as the director and dance instructor are both Canadians--I had high expectations! Plus, the time (not smack in the middle of toddler nap-times) was the best around. But--communication is a big issue--which hasn't improved much!

For example: today is the first day of class after the winter break. Despite asking several times, I do not receive regular email updates from the director. As such, I didn't receive any reminder email, or text message, to let me know that classes resumed today. Of all the moms in this group--I seem to be the most 'up-to-date' (sigh--a sad truth) and so the few texts I sent out this morning were unhelpful. The only document I have is a November newsletter (which I received in December, after requesting it), which states classes for Term 2 begin on January 2. I also have my (not-to-be-trusted) memory of a conversation with Ms. Jesse, where she told me she would be back for classes on January 2.

However, as Peter reminds me, Little A loves the classes (which she does without me) and she loves Ms. Jesse. As long as Ms. Jesse shows up regularly for the classes, then I should be happy. This term we are trying a new studio out, in Sas Al Nakhl (and I didn't forget the vowels by accident...they aren't there). Last term we worked out of the squash court in the Golf Gardens. The Golf Gardens and Sas Al Nakhl are rival compounds to Al Raha Gardens (where we make our home)--except they are better developed (and pricier) because they actually have FACILITIES: swimming pools, work-out rooms, grocery and coffee shops. Though Sas is a bit of a further drive (and has life-threatening power-lines humming all around--a big reason why we opted out of living there), we chose it this term so that I could do a Spinney's grocery run while little A does her jetes and pirouettes (although I don't think she is pirouetting quite yet).

Better run and wake the sleeping beauty--I HATE this part!!

Update: Waking the sleeping beauty was a nightmare! I had to drag her to the car in her giraffe pj's and change her into her leotard in the back. The only other child there was my friend's daughter (whom I had reminded about the class this morning). The studio is beautiful though, with lots of natural sunlight (although it was dusky today) and a view of the swimming pool.