sal, mus, sal

Today I found Isma sitting at the head of the dining table with a bowl with half a weetabix in it, a sugar pot beside him, and a cup of milk in front of it. He looked so cute at 3 years old measuring out sugar and putting it in his bowl, then pouring some milk. I felt really lucky to be able to see him do that, watch him tackle some of his first responsibilities and do it well:)

As for the sweet thing, now that I'm actually here to write it, I cannot think of it at all! Well Honey is sweet I suppose:)

The sad thing is today was our last day horse riding. They gave me the metal stirrups instead of my regular Texan style ones because they only had small sizes today which my feet wouldn't fit:( Since I wasn't used to the metal stirrups which are open on both ends my feet kept either slipping off, or the stirrup kept getting stuck halfway through my foot which was bad. My horse whose name is Naranjo in spanish or Orange loves being in front, and whenever we aren't first which we usually are, he gets really moody, so my last day sucked, bad stirrups and angry horse:)
I'd like to think that a bit of moisture on Naranjo's eye had something to do with it being our last day. I'll miss that horse:)

yesterday - I open my eyes I see a gray sky, peace and relief wash over me as I fall back asleep safe in the knowledge that there will be no horse riding today, no galloping while teetering on the back of a horse who sometimes wants nothing more than to throw you off his back.

Later - I look out the window and I see two birds, they're standing opposite each other on parallel lines, and are engaging in what can only be described as dance lessons. A drop of water slides of some palm/date trees, my eyes are drawn to that, minutes pass, I slowly return to the monitor, lost in thought caught up in a cloudy, wet but beautiful day.

Today - I look outside my window and its a beautiful sunny day, perfect for musli's birthday. I get my camera and put new film in it, I look through the lense and get a taste of what I will capture.

Later - Outside the pool is hypnotizing me, I want to open the window and jump right into it. A part of me tells me that its winter no matter what the sun says, and another says so much beauty can't cause pain, I loose my chain of thought but somehow once again return to the monitor so much to do, so little time. I need to go blow some baloons, take pictures and perhaps make this day an unforgettable one, and maybe tomorrow's day and the one after, all will be unique in some special way

I woke up around 12 today took a shower and realized how unbelievably hungry I was having gone to bed the night before with only yogurt in my belly. I bumped into Salsita right outside my door, so I ask her if she wants to grab a bite with me, she says she's not hungry, so I ask her if she's had anything to eat already and she says no, then I ask her how come she's not hungry and she says if she eats she'll get fat so she doesn't want to eat. Hmm, if we were in Nigeria and she said that I wouldn't give it a second thought, cos I used to do that with my cousin. I'd call her a pin and she'd call me bread because she was so skinny as an eight year old and I was chubby. BUT since we're in Argentina where a large percent of the populace is anorexic and the stores, commercials, everything promote anorexia, I'm worried. Is it alright for a five year old to worry about weight? I don't think so - maybe I'm being a little paranoid but correct me if I'm wrong - the skinny culture sucks. I hear that its even arrived in Nigeria, and is slowly but surely creeping upon the unsuspecting populace who years ago had a thing called *fattening* where you'd be taken to a house with your peers for a couple of months and be feed yummy nutricious food just so you'd be fat. when will this fashion phase run out? Will it ever? or will it only stop when it has converted the whole world to one ideal of beauty?

Any thoughts?

Does anyone know what this is? I got a notice yesterday about it and the next day my domain has been deleted..

My nose is really sore from swimming - I swallowed so much chlorine water I felt sick. Salsita was sick yesterday but the pool made her feel better - go figure. She just told me her feelings are hot, and I asked her if they were hurt she said no, they're hot, it took me a while to figure out she means that she feels hot . . :)

We played pool handball, and we tied three-three, its soooooooo much fun I had no idea what I'd been missing. Another side affect I got from learning to swim was hunger, I couldn't wait to get my hands on a fish dish - jallof rice and chicken did the trick though.