Nightmare on Mom Street

Nightmare on Mom Street.... this is how a blogger dubbed Halloween, presumably because of the candy?  Getting together a costume?  But for me, the candy is no nightmare.  Each year, the American Embassy hosts a Hallowmen party at the USAID compound- and because the people at the compound are all privileged diplomats, they can order AMERICAN candy on the internet and hand it out to all the kiddies. 
Reeses, Smarties, Tootsie Rolls abound.  This is a dream, no nightmare, for a deprived sweet tooth like me. 

This year, however, there were two potential nightmares: The first was forced socializing/competition with too many type-A Americans-  at all these little gatherings, I get this deja vu feeling of the lunchroom cliques at Chaska High School...  and it just makes me want to barf all over again.  So, rather than pretending to like and mingle in the cliques that everyone else is pretending don't exist, all I wanted to do was sit under a tree reading Tina Fey's Bossypants, and chow down on Reeses peanut butter cups all by myself.  I didn't get the first part of this wish, but I did get the second part- the Reeses.  Yes, I shamelessly and pathetically went up to the American Ambassador, who was dressed as a hippie, and asked for a Reeses. 

The seond potential nightmare was getting Nalia's friend into the party.  American style, the event was well-planned, and you were supposed to sign kids up at least 5 days in advance.  While that may work in someplace like America, it doesn't work so well here.  As my Mozambican colleague says, 'in Mozambique, you can only get people to think about what to eat for dinner after lunch is over.'  So, while Nalia had promised her friend Francisca that she could go, Francisca was not on THE list.  Francisca is Portuguese and was uber-excited about the Halloween party... so I didn't have the heart to tell her we couldn't take her because she wasn't on some stupid list. 

So I told her she had to sneak in.  The problem was I couldn't figure out how to say 'sneak in' in Portuguese.  Luckily Nalia was able to explain what we had to do.  And since most of the Americans working in the Embassy here can't really speak Portuguese, we all agreed beforehand that we would use Portuguese as our secret language while the actual sneaking in was taking place.  When we got there, the community liaison officer checking the list was super-frazzled and stressed out, so Nalia and Francisa just walked in. 

The kids got good booty.  The morning after, while everyone was sleeping, I did what lots of moms do but never talk about.  I went into their loot bags. I used to feel bad about this, but don't anymore.  Maybe it's a combination of getting older and not caring what others think as much, along with realizing that some things aren't such a big deal.  I minimized hurt feelings and harm to my children by taking Whoppers from Nalia's bag (she doesn't like chocolate), and Bit-o-Honeys from Elios... what kid actually eats Bit-o-Honeys?  And they still haven't noticed.  To assuage my own guilt, I also let them eat 2 pieces of candy for breakfast. 

Nalia was a zebra wearing a black tutu. 

Elio in his homemade Batman costume...Darth Vader is Elio's friend, the one who climbed the roof with him

On the roof

Elio has a will of steel.  And until yesterday, I didn't totally realize that his stubborn head mixed with being a mischievous 4-year old can be quite dangerous.  Elio had a friend over, and they decided to play outside.  I was tired, so I thought it'd be ok to lie on the couch for 15 minutes or so before going outside to check on them. 
When I opened the door, there they were, front and center, on the ROOF of our porch.  Elio, seeing absolutely nothing wrong with what he had done, waved at me.  I implored them that they needed to get down right away... not realizing how they got up! It turned out they had opened the gate to the front yard, and climbed on a pile of rocks to get on top of the fence that goes around our house.  Then, they shimmied down the fence, and climbed the bars to the top of the roof. 
I demanded they both get down, and told Elio I would help them, but he rebuffed my offer, so I just stood behind him with my hands cradles, ready to catch any falling bodies. 
Afterwards, when I was telling his friend's dad what happened, the friend's dad asked his son, "Why did you go on the roof?"
"Because Elio told me to."
Great... I'm thinking, the authoritarian, tyrannical friend. 
Then the dad went on, "So weren't you scared on the roof?"
"Elio said he would protect me."
"And how was Elio going to protect you?"
"He told me not to jump."
I turned and looked at Elio... He nodded very seriously, affirming that he had been earnestly trying to protect his friend by telling him to not jump off the roof. 

Dubai Ninjas

We flew through Dubai on our way home from the US. There were four of us:  Nilda, my Brazilian friend, Nalia, Elio, and me.  None of us had ever been to Dubai or the Middle East, so we were eager to get to know a new place.  Our layover there was from 7pm to 5am the following morning... Emirates Airlines, presumably due to all its oil wealth, is very generous about taking care of passengers during these long layovers, so we received free hotel, free transport, and a free dinner.  Nilda needed a visa, so they also gave her a free one of those.  After the 14 hour flight from Seattle, we were all ready to move around... and the kids were very curious about being in a new part of the world.

While Nilda was picking up her visa, the call to prayer came on the loudspeaker at the airport.  Elio started a sing-a-long session, belting out along with the 'music' like it was Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.  I quickly informed him this was NOT music, and PLEASE STOP.  Next, it was on to the way people were dressed.  Elio is 4, so he's not embarrassed about much of anything.  He also really likes Lego Ninjago right now.  After watching all the women gliding around the airport in their black hijab, with only their eyes showing, Elio asked very innocently, 'Hey Nalia, are those people in black with only their eyes showing Ninjas?' 

Since were weren't tired that night due to he time difference between Seattle and Dubai (11hrs!), we decided to go on a night tour of the city... this worked out perfectly because it was still 39 deg C at 9pm... imagine what it wouldn've been like during the day?  We saw the Burj Khalifa, tallest building in the world and went to one of the manmade islands, AND we got our last hit of McDonalds right next to a beach on the Persian Gulf. 

With Grandma and Grandpa on the ferry leaving Bainbridge Island

On the biggest Ferris wheel in the world

Ferris Wheel

In front of a mosque in Dubai

Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world