3,650 Weeks

When you are 3,650 weeks pregnant, and it’s nearly 90-degrees Fahrenheit, and your adopted country doesn’t *do* air conditioning, you sit under the ceiling fans on full-blast and guilt-trip your minions to bring you fresh smoothies all day.


Friday Fun

I had this kid all to myself today! We ate cereal for lunch, and he let me nap with no interruption. Whenever I needed something, he responded with a chipper “Okey-dokey!” and brought me whatever was requested. Later, we sang (and maybe head-banged) to some Guns N’ Roses, and then he quietly sat and watched a movie during my afternoon appointment. Continue reading

Music Concert

Pre-concert jitters.


The girls performed in a spring music concert earlier this week. They attend the same music school, and it was the first time they BOTH were on stage to share their musical talents. Continue reading

The Dance

My sweet girl went to her first formal dance last week. Her middle school organized it as a last special event for the eighth graders before they all head off to high school.

Since we’re putting all three kids into the German school system beginning next year, this may be the only opportunity for Miss C to attend a formal dance. So, we allowed her to invite a friend — a fellow American who lives in our village — as her date.  Continue reading

Those Talks

With Martin away for a business trip, and our nanny visiting family in the United States, I am completely on my own with the kids this week. Just on Monday morning alone, I dealt with a missing permission slip crisis, a tick discovery followed by tick removal that sounded like major surgery without anesthesia, school drop-off, and a “sprint” to my own appointments and meetings at my full-time job until I had to dash back home to get the girls to their spring music concert.

And the frantic pace continued today.  Continue reading

The Waiting Game

Martin and I were at the hospital last Friday for a visit with our birthing team after my appointment Wednesday with my doctor showed some maternal issues that we’re monitoring.

Even though these things are monitored for all pregnant woman at any age, nevertheless, as my doctor explained the issues at our Wednesday appointment, I thought of the song “Old Gray Mare” from my childhood. The old, gray mare…she ain’t what she used to be!

I don’t remember pregnancy being this complicated when I was 22 years old!  Continue reading