Soooo, my mother-in-law (who is visiting for a few weeks) miscalculated a step and stumbled down our staircase this morning. Fortunately, Martin and I were nearby, and got to her quickly. It was obvious her ankle was in bad shape.
I volunteered to fireman-carry her out to the car, but of course, we called the medics instead. Two strapping young men arrived, bandaged her up, and wheeled her out as the neighbors watched.
I can not believe this little man is a year old today. I can not. I can not. I can not.
Happy Birthday, Junior! Thank you for bringing diapers, safety locks, joyful nonsense, and all those delightful baby moments into our home again.
Doesn’t it look like he’s got an aura around him? That’s because he’s a superhero. We are both in the thick of summer school right now, but he still found time to make me an iced coffee in a beer stein, and is trying to tutor me on business statistics.
Wish him luck! (I require a lot of patience.)
Martin and I make an EXCELLENT team, BUT we are pretty sure we should never go into business together. But if we do (because we like to do the impossible), we will need to have very distinct, very well-defined roles and an org chart where we’re both on the top tier, but in completely different corners.
In the blurry morning sunlight, I see a baby who is very pleased with himself for not even needing an alarm clock to wake at 6 a.m. He just spent the past hour poking our faces, singing in our ears, and flopping his body over our limbs and heads.
I wonder what his memories are going to be of his robot friend. His big brother was operating it from around the corner yesterday, instructing it to turn right, left, slide, dance, and chase his baby brother.
It also talks and responds to baby babbles.
I’m getting a freshly-painted hallway for Mother’s Day while the neighbors are getting an eyeful. I was holding my breath there for a minute as he reached for spots and corners, but he never fell and now the light in there is gorgeous!
I added our new selfie stick to this week’s Saturday morning pile-on, and captured this accurate depiction of motherhood at this stage of my life.
In other news, since Germans don’t do closets, we converted the smallest bedroom (which is right next to our bedroom) into “die Ankleide” or dressing room.
Martin just installed the last bit of shelving this evening. Ohhhh, I’m so excited to hang up all my clothes again!!!
Due to circumstances way beyond my control, our plans for Family Day at Frühlingsfest were a bust. Martin and the kids had spent the afternoon prepping the dirndls and lederhosen, so I even suggested they go without me when I called from work.
I mean, Martin spent hours hand-sewing ribbon back on one of the girl’s dresses! After his own day at work!
This is my car after one afternoon parked outside my office. I rinsed it this morning. The pollen is so bad this year! And the news reported that sand from North Africa is being blown up here, too.
I didn’t have a grandpa nearby while growing up. I had my great-Uncle Don. My own grandparents had either already passed away or were living in another state, so when it came time for Grandparents Day at my elementary school, or ordering Friday night pizza for all of us, or listening to the Reds games over the radio while reading the paper, or doing all those things that grandpas do … that was my Uncle Don. Continue reading