Wynter is Leaving

After more than 13 months working as our family au pair, Wynter is leaving us. Long before the sun rises tomorrow morning, we’re making the trek to the airport to see her off as she returns to her family in Northern Virginia.

We’re not really sure what we’re going to do with ourselves in her absence.  Continue reading

Sweet Life

Quarkinies are life. They are much denser than American doughnut holes because they are made with quark. No filling: just a sweet ball of fried dough sprinkled with sugar, and only made this time of year. Perfect — absolutely perfect — with coffee. Ahhhhhh.

They are so good, I sing three notes as I give them to the kids. Jaz asked why I do that.

“That’s not me. That’s a choir of angels singing their praise.”

Face Smoosh

I came home after a looooong day at work today, and could hear this one fussing in the family room. Martin was sitting with him on the couch, trying to soothe him, but he wasn’t having it. So, of course, I took the baby and told him we could recover from a bad day together, and smooshed him to my face. He grabbed my hair with his fists, smooshed right back against my face and fell fast asleep within a minute.

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My Little Piano Man

I got to sit in on Jaz’s piano lesson this evening. The three older kids all take music lessons in the same music school. This was the first time I was able to attend one of his classes, and meet his piano teacher.

She was so patient and kind with him. He was initially interested in the drum set in the room, and she went with it, explaining to him percussion and its role in music. Once they were  He was so focused and eager to show her what he practiced. Continue reading


At 4 a.m. on Nov. 5, 1940, Rudolf and Else Weckerlein were arrested by the Gestapo in their apartment for treason. There was no trial, but what I can find so far, he was accused of producing anti-Nazi documents, in support of workers unions, and other beliefs aligning with the Socialist Democratic party (SPD). She was arrested for being his wife and assumed accomplice. In short, they were political prisoners sent to Dachau concentration camp. Although Rudolf was listed as killed at Dachau, we learned he actually survived and worked well into the late 1950s to re-establish his identity and legal documents. We don’t yet know what happened to Else.

Over the weekend, Miss C, Wynter, and I went to Dachau to walk the grounds, to learn, and see what happened there.