I’m a big fan of lists of trivia on blogs. They’re funny and help you remember the day-to-day parts of life. Otherwise, it’s all trips and parties and holidays, right? Maybe I’ll even make it a thing — my own “Tuesday Trivia” or something. Don’t count on it though — I’m nothing if not inconsistent about stuff like this. So, randomly…
- It’s warm now. Not warm enough to swim, but that hasn’t stopped my kids from getting in the pool several times. They only last a few minutes, and it would be cute if it didn’t involve all of those wet towels. We just bought some lounge chairs, and I’m 100% ready to sit in them all summer, supervising the swimming. Are you jealous? I would be too. We may never come home.
- Speaking of the pool, there was a dead mouse in it the other day. Gross, yes, but not as gross as a live mouse in my kitchen, which was where it had been. Interestingly, mice like avocado. Chileans put avocado on everything (hot dogs, sandwiches, toast) — have I said that before?
- Our yard is chock full of huge snails. Hundreds of them. They’re not such a problem except when someone steps on one, or when Thomas picks one up and (can you guess where this is going?) sticks his finger right in the little hole. That slime is surprisingly difficult to wash off of little hands. Ick.
- I gave Thomas a haircut today. My toddler haircutting skills have vastly improved over the years. I distracted him by showing him how to operate the squirt bottle, which is such a good toy — get one for each of your children. What is so delightful about misting things on a warm day?
- I really miss cheddar cheese. I’m trying hard to like the cheese here, but it isn’t really working. I also don’t like empanadas very much, but don’t tell the Chileans I said so. I do, however like the Chilean version of salsa, called pebre. Here’s a really good recipe if you want to try it — they eat it on bread (it’s a lot like bruschetta), but it’s perfectly delicious with chips, too.
- My sweet maid, Carmen is pregnant, which is a surprise for everyone (she actually thought she’d started menopause). She has one grown son, and hadn’t ever been able to have another. We are happy for her, though we’ll miss her. I’m pretty sure she’ll come back to work for us after her maternity leave next year (which the government pays for). I feel like everyone I know is pregnant — does anyone else notice a baby boom right now? And for once, I’m not included, and I don’t feel bad about it, even a little. I might want to hold your baby, though…
- My first baby went to his first teenage party last weekend. Oh how I wish I’d brought my camera when I dropped him off. I had an inkling that it would be a fancy one — it was held at the Ritz Carlton, and the invitation came six weeks in advance — but he and I were both a little shocked by just how fancy. The celebration was a bat mitzvah for a girl in Sam’s class, and included a full meal for at least two hundred people, about half of them kids from school, plus dancing (late into the night, I’m sure, as is the custom here). There was a big backdrop, painted in an ocean theme, with her name in huge, pink, sparkly, three-dimensional letters. When I arrived at midnight to pick him up, he was actually dancing, which surprised us both, and the staff had just unveiled a huge dessert buffet. Also, all of the girls were wearing short little spaghetti strap dresses. I can’t decide if I think that’s the Chilean culture, or just normal for 7th graders these days — they didn’t look horrifying to me, because most were so undeveloped they didn’t look very sexy, but I can’t imagine having felt comfortable being dressed that way when I was 12, can you?
- And I had to drive him myself (which is another story, but not an interesting one), because Matt left for Utah that day. We miss him, but a week goes by so fast for me now that it doesn’t seem so bad. He’ll bring home lots of goodies that are hard to find or expensive here, including some clothes, books, and other items I pre-ordered (what did we do before online shopping?). When we spoke the other day, he told me he couldn’t find candy corn at Wal-Mart. I told him to look harder!