My heart is with those in Libya. Their dictator isn't even rational and seems to have no problem with killing them all. No shame. No decency. He makes Mubarak look like a gentleman.
Salam is doing well. Poor kiddo fell off a kitchen chair and fractured his nose recently. He looks a bit more like a bruiser now. Initially he cried for a couple of minutes, but there was no blood, so we didn't think about it. The next day his nose was quite puffy, purple, and runny, so we took him to the hospital. After seeing three specialists, they said that there wasn't really anything to be done, and thankfully he didn't seem to have any problems with his cartilage or any dangerous clots. So, we are supposed to take him back on Monday for a re-check. Here's hoping it goes well.
We finally bought a car. Now, my biggest challenge is learning to drive in a country where you should expect everyone to break the rules all the time. Expect the unexpected. It's taking me a while to get the hang of. I have plenty of experience as a driver, but nothing in the US prepared me for driving in Amman. So, it's me and my '93 Mitsubishi against the world.
I'm improving as a cook. Apparently, there are now several dishes I can make flawlessly. I've mastered molokhia, magloubeh, and kebsa. I think my malfouf is pretty killer too, but ever since I was pregnant with Salam, I can't stand the smell of cooked cabbage. Poor hubby loves the stuff, so it means he's now deprived. :)
More later.
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