Its raining men...
Well, not really. But it is raining. And what do you do on a rainy day in Gaza with a 21 month old stir-crazy boy? NOTHING. People are too scared to go anywhere after dark here, and they get lazy in the winter ("winter" meaning a very temperate 17 degrees) even lazier when its raining, so we were stuck indoors.
I tried and tried of thinking of interesting things to do (climbing on mommy's desk and destroying her cd-drive is not one of them), and exhausted what little creative cells I had left in my brain. We danced, we fingerpainted, we coloured (the couches, inadvertantly) with crayons, we watched Finding Nemo (in Arabic, Egyptian dialect) 5 times ( If I see that little wide-eyed clown fish one more time today I think I'll fry him for dinner), we made castles out of the couch cushions, we took pictures, we even watched a Hamas rally go by (well, its hard to avoid, living on the main street and all can be very strategic for a journalist, and somewhat annoying for a family), and of course, we drank coffee. Needless to say, Yousuf was bouncing of the walls for a good 2 hours (quite literally).
Here's to more rainy days alone with Yousuf.