European Netflix added “RuPaul’s Drag Race” and it is giving us life!!! This show is so funny and positive. We’re all talking like a bunch of queens in our house now.
Shante, you stay.
Last of the Season
These are the last quarkinis of the season. I’m so sad, but it’s probably for the best. I was reading online reviews on various home gym equipment to figure out what to order for our home gym.
Me: Which do you like better, free weights or machines?
Martin: Food.
Yeaaaa…
Glasses in Winter
The struggle is real.
TBT: Us in the 90s
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
Apologies on a Platter
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
Family History Update
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
Sharing is Caring
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.
Homework and Sleepy Heads
That abacus has been helping with arithmetic homework for more than 30 years.
It ages well.
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Valentine’s Day Surprise
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.
Favorite Brother
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