During my check-in with our au pair today, she admitted that dinner time (which I missed due to traffic this evening) was exhausting.
“J didn’t want to eat what I made for him. He started listing the foods he WANTED to eat, but I told him none of those were options. Then C tried to negotiate with him, but he wasn’t having it. So then L tried to negotiate with him, too, but I was like, “You guys! You can’t negotiate with him!!! He eats what he gets!”
So I was like, “Amanda, aren’t you majoring in political science when you go to university? I promise, this year with my kids is going to prep you in SO MANY WAYS. Once you figure out how to wrangle them in, trust me, international politics is going to be a BREEZE.”
You’re doing GREAT, Amanda! THANK YOU!
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!
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?
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
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
Quarkinies are life. They are much denser than American doughnut holes because they are made with quark. No filling: just a sweet ball of fried dough sprinkled with sugar, and only made this time of year. Perfect — absolutely perfect — with coffee. Ahhhhhh.
They are so good, I sing three notes as I give them to the kids. Jaz asked why I do that.
“That’s not me. That’s a choir of angels singing their praise.”
A photo from dinner last week at our favorite Indian restaurant.
The baby got his first taste of solid food, too: the sauce from chicken tikka masala.
Living near a chocolate factory means we get to be in their test market for new flavors. If this one doesn’t become part of the main product line, I will weep for us all. Dark chocolate with crushed coffee beans. Yessssss.
And proud of it!!! Gets it from her Mama, too.
We got to the campsite late and had to set everything up in a hurry… and in the dark. Then, around 1 a.m., a major thunderstorm rolled over and all I could do was laugh and laugh and laugh.
I woke up with the baby around 6 a.m, and everyone was still sleeping and snoring. Meanwhile, I had the baby, church bells, and the sound of an occasional barge floating past us on the Mosel. Life is good…and damp.
But good. Continue reading