Making Their Space

Miss C’s room in Northern Virginia in 2011

Question #1121: What’s one chore or task you love doing?

Of all the chores or tasks I do, I love making up my children’s bedrooms. Note that I didn’t say I like cleaning their rooms: that’s an important distinction. There is no pleasure in going into their spaces when it looks like the laundry hamper, their libraries, AND their school bags have exploded all over the place. If I have to get involved in cleaning their rooms, it’s rarely a pleasant experience.

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Another Work Trip

These kiddos woke up super early to see me off on yet another work trip. “Please don’t drive your Dad crazy,” I told them.

And they were like, “Who, us?”

Good luck, Martin. And thank you ahead of time, Amanda. I’ll be home again soon.

Fasnet Parade

It’s that time of year again!!! The Tübingen Fasnet Parade is a chance to chase out the winter witches and goblins. What a fun afternoon! This tradition and the city dates back centuries, and the energy is always so good. Although one of the kids was pretty over it after about 15 minutes (I’ll let you guess), the rest all seemed to have a great time!

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Love

While cleaning the house yesterday, I asked Lola to keep an eye on her brother. I could hear them play in the family room, but then it got quiet, so I peeked in, and melted at this sight. I love how these kids love each other.

Saucy Ambassadors

Research indicates there is growing negative sentiment in Germany against Americans, mostly on the political side, but nevertheless, my family (to include those in the States) continues to take our role as ambassadors VERY seriously.

This is the box my father in Ohio sent to my brother-in-law in Bavaria.

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Not a Date

One of the best things about having an au pair? The extra pair of eyes on my teenager. We were out celebrating Valentine’s Day with dinner at a Mexican restaurant, and Amanda filled us in on some more details about Miss C’s past weekend when she had lunch with … a friend.

Who brought her chocolate. And brought his little brother because his Mom insisted.

But it WASN‘T a date, you guys.

It wasn’t a date.