Sssshhhh…we forgot his travel sleeper. So he gets to sleep on the massive pull-out couch with Martin and me. I could gobble him up.
Payback for the times I try to count his teeth.
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!!!
That didn’t take long, did it?
Junior is now upwardly mobile. I was in our bedroom when I heard a commotion outside the door.
“Quick, Mom! Grab the camera!”
Nobody ever needs to repeat that in our house, although I did notice I was instructed to grab THE CAMERA, and not THE PHONE. That was my tip off that something really important was happening out in the hallway requiring high-res, quality documentation.
We painted another room yesterday, and found these horses behind the heater. We are the third owners of this home. I’m fairly certain this wallpaper was put there by the original owners — the family that actually built the house — as the rest of it was covered by purple paint. Continue reading
As a working mama-to-be, I ordered this book in 2003 to read to my first baby. It became a part of our nightly ritual for years. I recorded myself reading it for my oldest to watch whenever I was away. Martin read it to her, too. We all had it memorized. And then I “counted the cars…” and pointed out stars to the Middles as they grew.
As I walked out of the commissary with my lunch today, I saw a lady rushing toward me with a huge smile on her face, but then she slowed, and with an apologetic grin, she reached out for my arm.
She goes, “Oh, my goodness, I have to tell you, you look JUST LIKE my daughter, and for a split second, I thought maybe she made it here after all. I was just about to tackle you with a hug!”Continue reading
Jaz: “Mom, are you gonna come to my wedding?”
Me: “I would love to be at your wedding. When are you getting married? Years and years from now?”
Jaz: “Nope. It’s happening right now … with this pizza. I love it so much, I’m gonna…”
Me: “Marry it?”
Jaz: *nods enthusiastically while shoving first slice in his mouth*
Martin just called to report that Jaz came home from school with a headache, and is taking it easy on our couch.
Me: “That doesn’t sound like him. Oh my goodness, WHAT HAPPENED?!”
Martin: “Chill out, chill out. It’s okay. They were playing soccer, and he scored a goal for his team with his head.”
Jaz (in the background): “WORTH IT!”
ME: “Ughhh. I’m that Mom who posts pics of her kids all the time. I need to cut back, dude.
TWO MINUTES LATER: OMG!