Morocco Monday: Our Moroccan Maison Part I

Yes, I know it is Tuesday, but I also knew that once I shared my excuse with you that I would be forgiven. You see, Morgan has been gone for two weeks, and came home for only one day before he had to head out again for the next month and a half. So I thought I would spend as much time with him as possible yesterday, knowing that you would all forgive me.

After the overwhelming response (8 votes! Wahoo!) I got the impression that my readers want to hear about our new house. So here is Part I. I decided to do this in installments because it can be quite overwhelming to photographically capture our whole house in a state of cleanliness that I would want to publish on the internet (albeit for apparently only 8 readers). Yes, I have a maid, but she is only here two days a week, and Liam can undo most of her work in a matter of minutes.

What I am going to share with you is our front area, which is the more formal portion of the house. Please, enter:Upon entering this door, if you turn to your right you will see this:

This is an antiqued wooden door. We bought it recently at the souk (market), and I just love it. Artisans make these doors to look like authentic antique wooden doors from old houses. Side note: The embassy provides us with these houses, and also with all of the maintenance we need. A carpenter recenly came out and hung all of our pictures, including this ornamental door.

Also in the entryway, if you look up, you will see this:

It is a lamp that I bought for Morgan's birthday, all by myself. I got directions to the store from a friend, packed up Liam and Grayson, and went and bought it without any help!

From the entryway, you step down into this room:This is our "church room." When we have church at our house (another post) we set up the chairs in this room. It's a great room for that purpose because, facing the chairs is this:This is our music nook, and it makes for a great stand for our meetings.

If you are facing our music nook and then turn right, this room is what you will see. It is the formal living room. We have our books and TV in this room because our family room is very small, and we use that room as a playroom. You can't tell from the pictures, but our windows are tinted, which makes the house pretty dark a lot of the time. If this house belonged to me, that would be the first thing to change, because I love having lots of sunlight. But when it is warm enough, I open the windows, letting in fresh air and light.

Back to facing the music nook, if you turn to your left, this is what you see:
Our very Moroccan dining room. Yes, the walls and columns are completely covered in tile mosaic.
And the ceiling is intricately carved:This is an amazing room.

Stay tuned for the next installment of Morocco Monday: Our Moroccan Maison

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Notice the new poll in my sidebar. I have so many things I want to tell you about, but I don't know where to start. Please vote on what you would like to hear in my next Morocco Monday post. Also, if you have any questions that you would like me to post about in the future, leave me a comment. Thanks!

Knock on Wood

Whenever we move to a new location we slowly but surely learn our way around and find all of the new places we will need to visit regularly. Usually, we start with the grocery store. Here, we shop mainly at two large stores called Marjane and Aswaak Asalam which are only about five minutes from our house. Occasionally we shop at the small embassy commissary for things that we feel we can't live without (like bacon). We found all of these places within the first few days here.

After that, we find the school. We visited the school on our first day here, and I will do a whole post on that another time. I adore the kids' new school!

Next, we usually find a pediatrician. That was easy here. We see a nurse practitioner at the embassy health unit like all of the other embassy families here. They can treat 80% of the problems, and usually only send people out for things like injuries.

After that, we usually find the library, but that wasn't an option here, at least until I learn to speak French better than I currently do. It's hard to believe that at one point I was able to read Le Petit Prince and Camus' L'etranger in french! Now, I can barely order lunch meat at the deli counter. But I am calling a tutor tomorrow!

It is a good idea to find a hospital, especially one with an emergency room. I have been meaning to do this for a couple of months, being the worrier that I am. I am on my own so much, and I like to be prepared for everything.

Well, I can now check that one off my list. The nearest ER has been found, visited, patronized . . . you get the picture. Liam caught his thumb in a heavy metal door on our house today. He cried and cried, and it started to really swell up. I gave him Tylenol, iced it and called the health unit. They suggested that I take him to the ER. Morgan is gone right now, and this was one of my worst fears.

On Sunday, some of my friends from church, knowing that Morgan would be gone all week, offered to help. I told them that I thought I had everything taken care of, but that I would definitely call if something came up. Then, I said it. I actually said "hopefully nothing will come up. Usually we have some sort of health problem when he is gone." I jinxed myself (and poor Liam)! But I said "knock on wood" right after, and I even knocked on real wood, not particle board! I knocked on wood!!

(deep breath) Okay, I feel better now.

But everything worked out beautifully. I called my friends who live nearby, and their teenage son came over to take care of Braden and Lydia. Amina was leaving for the day, and offered to come with me and show me how to get there. She held Grayson while I tended to Liam. Liam was such a good boy during his x-rays, and he is fine -- no broken bones. And now I know how to get to the ER! Check.

Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy!

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I can't believe Grayson is already one year old! This year flew by.

Each moment with this little man is a treat. He has an infectious smile, an incredibly cute giggle, and the kind of personality that makes you just want to be with him.

The beginning of his life was marked by health scares that made us even more protective of him than we would normally be. Because of that, many things were set aside in favor of cuddling our sweet guy. Now, at one, we are not worried for his health, but out of habit (his or mine?) we still cuddle a lot. Like all night. But as you can see from the slideshow, they grow so fast, and he won't always want to be in my arms, so I am enjoying it while I can.

He has seen quite a bit for such a young man. When he was three months old we took our big trip to Paris. Later in the year we went on a trip to Garmisch, Germany, and then back to Paris (Disney!) for Thanksgiving. He traveled through Germany, France, and Spain and arrived in Morocco when he was nine months old. An American citizen, Grayson has never set foot on American soil.

At one, Grayson's preferred method of transportation is the "bum scoot." He loves Cheerios (at almost $6 per box at our little embassy commissary, I certainly hope he loves them!), yogurt, and nursing. He loves his Daddy, and lights up at the mere sound of his voice. He has just recently developed a love of anything on four wheels, and spends a lot of time rolling toy cars back and forth on the floor. He excitedly says "ball" whenever he sees one. He loves his bathtime, which he shares nightly with Liam. He currently has eight teeth, but two molars are cutting through, and two more look like they are getting ready to emerge.

Today we spent a quiet day at home playing, doing exercises (he is a little behind in development, and my friend, a physical therapist has been helping him catch up), napping (okay, he was the only one napping). We did his 12 month photo shoot this morning, but only one picture turned out, so I will try again tomorrow. I showed him this slide show this morning, and at exactly 8:02 a.m. (10:02 Germany time) I gave him his birth minute kisses. We had a little party with his brothers and sister tonight, and will celebrate again after Daddy gets home from his trip. Of course we had our traditional carrot cake. This time I made it with oat flour and it is really soft. And he got a new car -- his first very own car.

I am so grateful for my sweet guy! Happy Birthday, Grayson!

Morocco Monday

Life here is so different from anything I have ever experienced, and I want to share it all with you. So I had the idea to post something about the culture, food, lifestyle, etc. in Morocco every Monday.

Morocco is one of those countries that I knew existed, but never really gave much thought to before finding out we would be living here (much like Romania before I got my mission call). I'm ashamed to say that I probably couldn't have even pointed it out on a map! So every day so far has been an adventure, learning about the customs, tasting the new foods, seeing the beautiful architecture and colorful clothing. Everything is still so new, and I hope I can remember how it feels to be experiencing it all for the first time when it is all more familiar than Wal-Mart and Sonic to me (oh, how I miss my cranberry limeade slush).

There is so much to share, but if I pace myself, maybe it won't seem so overwhelming. So for this installment of Morocco Monday, I am going to introduce you to Couscous.

Perhaps you have eaten couscous before. It is a grain dish consisting of round granules made from semolina flour. It is a staple here, and when you refer to couscous in Morocco, it is much more than just the grain. It is meat (usually chicken or beef) and vegetables such as carrots, zucchini, turnips, cabbage and squash on a bed of steamed couscous. It is delicious! The kids first tried it at school (much like Friday pizza day in American school cafeterias, Friday is Couscous Day here). Then I had our maid, Amina, (yes, I said "maid" -- another post for another day. Patience, all will be revealed in time :)) make it for us, and we all love it!

Amina made couscous for us again today, and she showed me how to prepare the grain. I had bought a couscoussiere, a traditional steaming pot for couscous, but didn't know how to use it. It surprised me to learn just how involved it is to make. I had assumed it was similar to making rice, but it is not. It involves moistening the granules, rubbing oil around in them, then steaming. Then you remove it from the couscoussiere, and knead some more water in, and then steam again.

You don't serve couscous on individual plates with forks. It is eaten from a communal dish with your hands (Braden is in heaven when we eat this!), or maybe a spoon, if you prefer. You use your spoon to pour a little bit of the broth from the vegetables and meat onto your coucous, and it makes it easier to pick up and swallow.

Couscous is just one of the delicious new foods we have experienced here, and just like our beloved Romanian dishes that we still make years after returning from Romania, it is going to be a part of our family life from now on.

I'm Baaaaack!

Wow, I think that's the longest blog break I have ever taken! I was seriously beginning to wonder if maybe I should just leave up that Halloween template for a few more months until it was October again. I also began to worry that if I did, indeed post something after so long that I would send one of my devoted readers into a life-threatening state of shock. I considered giving up the blog entirely, but the subtle (and not-so-subtle) hints from family and friends requesting an update did the trick. So here I am -- back in the game!

There is just too much to write about to give you a full run-down of the last few months (a daunting task, that no doubt contributed to my avoidance of the blog), so I am just going to start out by getting my feet wet again.

This is the best/worst/only picture of the kids on Easter. Notice their matching outfits that I was so excited about. Also, notice the expression on Liam's face. It says it all, and is the reason there is only one picture. Oh well. I will try and get a better portrait of them when there is better light and Liam is not so tired.

Compare that picture to this one, taken at Christmastime when we were still in Germany:

They have grown so much in such a short period of time.

Okay, these have nothing to do with the above photos, but I thought you might like to see our monkeys feeding the monkeys. We visited the village of Azru with our friend, Sofiane, and fed the wild monkeys in the cedar forest.

Until next time!