Food

Yesterday evening, a box full of chocolates and biscuits together with a gorgeous outfit for Zakaria was delivered by someone who had worked in a German hospital for 3 months. The senders were “Linda und Hansi”, 2 campers that came by 2X last winter, once on their way to Aqaba Jordan where they stayed until end of February and once on their way back home.

Suddenly, I realized that 2008 is almost over. This year flew by at “whorp” speed.

It has been such an eventful year with Zakaria being born. Many campers came by; most of them are very interesting people.

At this moment a Dutch/German couple is staying in our backyard. They have sold their house and are touring around in this huge campervan which is their home.

Loes is the first one that traded books with me. She also gave me a DVD with Al Gore’s “Inconvenient Truth”. I’ll have it a go.

They, as many others, didn’t realize that we have seasons here in Syria and they count themselves lucky to be here before the real winter starts.

To come back on the chocolates… they arrived on December 6th and just before the Eid el Adha. Perfect timing.

Today, the children were running around with glistering eyes. Tomorrow morning they will put on new cloths and visit their family. They will receive money and lots of candy. And no school.

Right now Zakaria is too small for this. His main concern is to have food in time. He likes eating (enjoys his fruit pudding in the afternoon) and is growing fast. At 4 months, he is wearing cloths size 6 months and more. He is sitting upright since a month and likes me to walk around with him, so he can look at everything and observe. I’m not allowed to stand still or sit down. Another pastime is practising standing upright which to everybody’s surprise he can with help to keep his balance.

Myself, I am pleased about Zakaria’s progress without being too astonished about the new things he does, because I don’t know what is normal for a baby of his age. His aunts, uncles, nieces, etc. they should know. There are so many children in every household.

But sometimes I wonder, whether they do. When we visit and someone holds him, he looks at me and smiles. Every time, they say: look, he knows his Mummy. That seems to be very normal to me. We are always together. I am the one who gives him food.