It's not my fault. It really isn't. It's not because I didn't put the lid on tight enough or that I am absent minded and somehow didn't think 45 seconds ahead and realize that the baby was going to grab the bottle and magically get the lid off and poor it all over my carpet. Nope. It's the fault of this blog. Or, rather, the need for things to happen so that I can put them in this blog. Yes. And in some small way, it's the fault of all the people who read this blog. Yes, you! So if you are reading this, you must accept some small part of responsibility for this.

Of all things he could have poured on the carpet, and there are soooo many things to chose from at any given time with an older brother and sister in the house leaving things about, he *had* to pick the bottle of Gentian Violet? Had to? REALLY? And my rug is blue and beige. There is no way I can pass of huge purple blobs as some how an artistic part of the pattern. And of course he's now at least part Smurf. He managed to generously coat his foot and hand. It doesn't wash off. I have it all over my hands now too. Sigh. Just not the fashion statement I was looking to make right now.

So, of course I feel like a complete idiot. I did put the lid back on, but obviously not well enough. I should have put it up high for the half minute it took me to dispose of the diaper I had changed and wash my hands. Shoulda, woulda, coulda. Didn't. Dang.

On to happier things, we had a good week. We went to Dubai to the Fire Station there for a tour and demonstration. There were about 40 homeschooled kids plus moms. They showed the kids where they live, eat, etc and then let them go through a fire truck and the back of an ambulance. They liked that. Then they took a truck out of the garage and set a tire fire in the parking lot and put it out with the big fire hose. Then the kids got to hold the hose and turn it on and off to see how heavy it is and how strong the water is. That was a big hit. But I think their absolute favorite part of the tour was stomping around in the water puddles left behind. LOL. They don't get too many chances to do that here in the desert.

We have gotten in touch with a larger homeschool group here also. It's good. Diverse. And there is about 30-ish families in it. It's just starting to get organized so I guess we will see where it goes.

The kids have also been ice skating. They both are doing well with it. They just got out there and skated. I'm sure their form will improve with practice. :-)

Eid is coming soon, as is Amin and Ahmed's birthdays. And Abdullah's. Amin will be 1. Time flies. He's getting so big. And just on the cusp of walking so that's exciting. It never gets old when babies and kids have their "firsts". I find it exciting watching my kids grow and seeing the changes and the processes they go through. Each stage has something wonderful and something frustrating. But that makes sense. If any stage was perfect, then we wouldn't want them to move on and grow. And they need us to want them to do that. To support them, nuture them, help them grow and be. The trick is to remember to ENJOY each stage as well.

More later.