PARKINSON OBSESSIONS.

Eleanor:  CATS.  It makes me cringe to even say that word because she legitimately says it AT LEAST 100 times a day.  She has cat slippers, cat books, cat toys, and requests to watch cat Youtube videos on my phone whenever she sees me with it.  It's getting out of control, BIG TIME.  One might even call it an addiction based on the meltdowns that ensue if Nory is not instantly gratified with something "CAT". (Somebody help a Mama out!)

She wants to wear these EVERYWHERE - inside AND outside!

Lindsay:  CRUNCHY PEANUT BUTTER.  This is strange, strange.  I have always preferred the extra smooth variety, which changed drastically two weeks ago as I reluctantly used the crunchy peanut butter that the school placed in our flat upon arrival this year.  We were all out of the good stuff, so I had no other choice but to use up what was remaining in the cupboard.  Well.  What a LUCKY experience that was!  It turned out to be quite the hit with me and my bump :)

Phil:  Daddy Daycare.  A group that consists of men in our building, their respective children, and NO WIVES (well maybe sometimes)!  They meet up almost daily at the pool or in the courtyard where the kids swim, blow bubbles, play in the sandbox, do sidewalk chalk - whatever - while the "Daddys" sit and socialize.  The kids love it.  The dads love it.  The moms love it.  Hmm, perhaps it's an obsession we all have.....

PARKINSON OBSESSIONS.

Nory - BUBBLES.  OH MY GOODNESS.  We blow bubbles like it's going out of style.  She knows exactly where I keep them in the back hall closet and goes to the door regularly throughout the day to retrieve them.  It doesn't matter if it's cold outside.  Dark outside.  Raining outside.  The girl wants her BUBBLES!!!!  (Although sometimes the fascination is playing with the wand rather than blowing the bubbles themselves).

Phil -  Things that shouldn't exist.  Like Sharknado.  Like "Free Topping Pizza" that offers every kind of meat you can think of.  Like skeleton wars with the neighbours......

Two can play that game, NEIGHBOURS!!!!!!

Lindsay - My fitbit.  Have you heard of this little device?  Emily introduced it to me when she came to our place and I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!  It's like a bracelet you wear that tracks your daily steps, mileage, sleep, calories burned, etc. (I only care about the steps!) and it connects to my iPhone so I can see how far I am to reaching my goal each day (10,000 steps).  Turns out it is pretty easy to reach this number of steps when you have a busy toddler and when you don't have a car.  Some days, I've seen 15,000+!  The real challenge will be in our return Kuwait when apartment living resumes :$

Parkinson Obsessions.

Phillip - GARDENING.  This obsession is a rather new find (like yesterday new) and ever since he got the hang of things, he's been thinking and dreaming about doing MORE!  There's weeding and edging and pruning and.............other gardening STUFF.

Lindsay - 2% milk.  It's FIERCE.  We use boxed milk in Kuwait - and ONLY to wet our cereal or jazz up a tea.  A glass of milk never happens because it just doesn't taste as good there.  But here.  BUT HERE!  Ohhhhhh baby.  Either it's a die-hard pregnancy craving or similar expats know exactly what I'm talking about!

Nory - DOGS.  Or shall we say "WOOF WOOF'S".  (Yes, we've finally surpassed the "ball" stage and have entered a more lively and sometimes embarrassing one).  Nory says "WOOF WOOF" when she wakes up in the morning.  She says "WOOF WOOF" to every single dog we see on our daily walks.  She says "WOOF WOOF" to other mammals that may resemble (or not) an actual WOOF WOOF (example:  buffalo at the zoo).  She says "WOOF WOOF" to random old ladies at Walmart (who then proceed to tell Nory about the WOOF WOOF'S they have at home).  She even said "WOOF WOOF" in the middle of the night this past weekend while her Nana and Grandpa were watching her!  THE GIRL IS OBSESSED, I TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!  (And we better find friends with dogs in Kuwait ASAP!)