Though we officially celebrated her birthday yesterday evening, I gave my girl her birthday gift early that morning. Since she was about 3 years old, she and I have regular coffee time together. Those first few years, she drank an “extreme latte” … milk with a splash of my coffee. Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I heard someone playing arpeggios on our piano. It was Lola.
“How do you know those?” I asked her. Continue reading
I’m on sticker-removal duty today. This delicate procedure is so thankless. To all those parents out there with chipped fingernails, reeking of rubbing alcohol, and cursing all adhesives…I see you. I hear you. I am just like you.
One of my fave pics from this past week with Nona. These two have so much in common. Two peas in a pod, I say. Both are the second-born in their families, both the second daughters. I know Lola really appreciated it whenever Nona pointed out that it’s “a second child thing” … almost like a badge of honor. These two are part of a club, and since I’m the oldest daughter myself, I don’t belong to it. (But Aunt Jill does, too!)
He’s not quite 5 months old yet, but my mother let me know this evening that his 9-month clothing is getting a little snug, and she’s going to send me some 12-month outfits when she goes back to the States. Continue reading
Got this photo in the mail yesterday. Speed cameras bore Martin.
I was sitting right next to Martin when this happened. We had just pulled off the highway, and were coasting into a town we’ve never been in before. Continue reading
Another German class. Another coffee delivery. Another message.
I will literally find ANYTHING else to do other than actually participating in my course discussions, which are due this evening. Our bathroom is now spotless, and I’m pretty sure I can get the laundry done while also commenting on others’ vacation photos and cat videos for another hour. Ughhhhhhhh…
[Several hours later…]
I just got done with ’em. Had to take a 20-min break between each post because it’s draining feigning interest in other people’s forced conversations.
This photo was taken the day we said “auf weidersehen” to my mother a few weeks before we moved to Germany in late 2014. Despite constant check-ins via Skype, Facebook, and messages over the years, I know she’s going to have a heart attack when she sees how big the kids have grown since that day.
And of course, Junior’s ready to meet his Nona! See you soon!
Just as my German class started this evening, a sharp-dressed man burst into the room to deliver a hot cup of coffee just for me. It was Martin on his way to his own writing class down the hall. I had to laugh when I turned the cup and saw the name on my beverage. Soooo true.