Christmas Cookies

I am the worst at math. I mixed all the ingredients for 4 dozen peanut butter blossom cookies, but after taste-testing with Martin, there’s only enough batter remaining for 4 cookies.

Martin had a spoonful, then I had a spoonful, and then he had another two, and then I took two … it spiraled out of control.

Okay, okay…I managed to get two batches of peanut butter blossoms into the oven! We’ve got cookies now.

 

Nerding Out

Our little village held a Christmas market this evening. Glühwein, goulash, carolers, and crafts. We nerded out in the middle of it when the International Space Station floated over our village. It was so bright and easy to spot!

Paint Work on Christmas Eve

The man is a machine. German-engineering at its finest.

We got the estimate two days ago for how much it will cost to have folks come in and paint our house. Though feverish and helpless in our hotel room, Martin took one look, raised his fists, and defiantly yelled, “NOOOOOOOO! We will paint the house OURSELVES!!” Continue reading

Moving So Fast

Nov 30, 2015: There I was, minding my own business, making labels for our move when a second head popped out of my shoulder! At least it’s a cute one who offers to help with the packing … even if it is WAY past her bedtime.

 

I got a label maker a few weeks ago. I was out shopping for something, saw that it was on sale, and picked it up without consulting Martin, which is saying a lot. I normally do give him a call before such a purchase … not because I need his approval (as if), but because he is usually able to look up and provide a coupon code for further savings over the phone. He’s a lot more efficient and personalized than any coupon or finance app out there, and there’s that German accent, too.

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A German Christmas Market

We visited the annual Reston Christkindelsmarkt where the German Soldaten stationed at the Bundeswehr’s American headquarters host an authentic event.

We will miss the markets in Germany by only a few days, so it was nice to get some kuchen and glühwein!

Santa Knows Germany

When the girls told Santa we were moving to Stuttgart, he started listing some of the villages we will be near.

Then he explained that it is a little known secret that he actually met Mrs. Claus at a place called Robinson Barracks in Germany. According to Santa, Mrs Claus was a teacher at one of the schools which is how he knew she’d be good with kids! Continue reading