The struggle is real.
The struggle is real.
Listen here, kiddos! This “usie” was taken with a REAL camera, turned around, and Martin had to fly alllll the way back to Germany and pay nearly 30 Deutsche Marks to develop his rolls of film several weeks later to see if it turned out okay. Continue reading
I call this “Apologies on a Platter.” Alpine cheese, garlic olives, and smoked meat, served to husband with red wine for convincing him that taking all four kids with us to a home & garden convention to gather flooring and kitchen ideas would be a fun adventure. Continue reading
I got an interesting letter in the mail a few days ago. It was from Berlin, from the official German archives agency that provides military and government documentation.
On April 17, 2016, shortly after meeting Martin’s cousins for the first time and reviewing all the photos and letters they shared, I submitted a formal request for military information about Martin’s great-uncle Otto, who fought in the Wehrmacht in World War II and never came home. He was killed in action fighting the Russians, and that’s about all the family knew. Continue reading
Martin snapped this photo of the baby sharing his paci with me during breakfast this morning.
That, or the baby is blocking my morning breath.
That abacus has been helping with arithmetic homework for more than 30 years.
It ages well.
I’ve been working late nearly every night for the last two weeks, getting home just before bedtime, so the kids tried to pull together a surprise Valentine’s Day breakfast for me, not realizing I had an early meeting, too.
In the middle of the night, I was yanked out of sleep by this guy as he grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me as hard as he could in the dark.
“Something happened to the baby,” he said.
We raced down the hall together, and just as I got to the door, I could hear the baby’s raspy breathing. And as I lifted him awake, it rattled him enough to produce that distinctive bark. At some point after his bedtime and now, the croup settled in.
Fabulous. Continue reading
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
We don’t snack on laundry detergent here, but the kids and Martin held an MRE challenge in our dining room last night. While unpacking over the weekend, I unearthed a large box of military meals-ready-to-eat.
Pretty sure these are all more than 10 years old. Continue reading