Technically No-Rooz was last week; we celebrated Saturday as it was the first day we were all together. It began with a scrumptious breakfast at IHOP. C and K couldn't even wait to dig in for a family picture!! We had a nice southern waitress named Sheila (aren't all southern waitresses named Sheila?) who took good care of our every need.
I can't tell if C is looking at the Haft Sin table or his reflection in the mirror. If you go to the Haft-Sin link it will explain what's on the table and why.
I love K's outstretched hand as Baba hands out Eidee.
The giant is cheating by standing on his toes.
Our sabzi turned out really good this year.
Notice the beautiful cloth H's sister sent us. I love it.
The next tradition is referring to the poetry of Hafez for guidance on the answer to a question. H first rubs the pages while repeating a Farsi version of abracadabra then opens the book to the page with the answer. Click here if you'd like to try it.
I love listening to H read Persian poetry. It's so musical.
G receives his fortune via the reading of Hafez:
Apparently "doosh" means several things. In Farsi it means either in the past or shower, in French it means shower, and to me it means something else entirely. I had to quit taping because I needed to laugh.
A lady in the grocery store took one look at the girls and asked if they are twins. Really? Sisters, yes. Twins?
Nama with her blue-eyed bubsy.
With both sweet bubsies!
We met up with Ricardo at our favorite Vietnamese restaurant and brought him home to dye easter eggs. It's always good to see him.
I don't know if my sister remembers giving the girls this book, but the company who printed it put in our daughters' names as well as that of our cat (Rainbow) and the girls' town and school. It's a story about a smell monster who steals all the scents for himself. K LOVES it!
C gets in one more game (of Trouble) with his auntie A before heading back home.
Sadly both of my birthday balloons (sorry I don't have any pics of my birthday celebration - I was busy blowing out candles and opening presents) which were tied to C and K's wrists to take home were accidentally released into the wild. C was blaming K for letting them go and seriously cried at the loss, so this picture is for him. His balloon is still in our tree while K's took off on an adventure.
My birthday flowers in my owl vase. I named my vase after Wesley the Owl.
We had such a fun weekend. A is still here but leaves tomorrow to visit friends in DC and Hoboken. Can't wait till everyone comes back HOME.
2 comments:
These are really good pictures and your narrative is equally fabulous. I am glad Shirin gave my sweet blond and blue-eyed wife a son who obviously shares many physical features with her. It is not easy to be a parent with mostly recessive genes; you could pass on a lot of abnormal traits but look like a stranger. Saeed
I agree with S about the great quality of this blog post. I'm guessing you had more time to work on this one than you usually do.
- Your Big Sis
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