Martin and I are enrolled in the same university class. Same homework deadline tonight. Same attention-seeking baby genius who insists on being a chatterbox this evening. At least it seems he’s trying to give us the answers, doesn’t it? Continue reading →
(whispers) “Between you and me, Mom, I’m pretty sure it was not my hungry whimpers that woke you up at 3 a.m., but Dad’s chainsaw snores as he shreds through a forest of dreams. You really think I can compete with that?”
All the experts say one shouldn’t coo, play, make eye contact, or engage during overnight feedings, because doing so teaches the baby to expect such activity at all hours. Clearly, I still have to work on that… Continue reading →
Martin caught us dancing to some Glenn Miller Orchestra this morning. My dance partner steps on my feet and sometimes loses count, but it’s always on my mind that one day, he’s going to tower over me and he will be the one to lead and twirl me around.
Here’s hoping he’ll still feel like dancing with Mom every now and then when the big bands play.
Martin’s brother is here with his girls, so there are 9.5 people in the house at this very moment. And I love it. The noise. The energy. Air mattresses and blankets everywhere. And there will be even more visitors coming thru in the weeks and months ahead.
1:14 p.m. – Kinda hard to check in for a *scheduled* pre-op/registration appointment at the hospital when NOBODY shows up for work. Someone yelled out from an office that we will be seen soon, but it is a ghost town. I made Martin smile for the picture. Can you tell he’s super proud of German customer service?
I had this kid all to myself today! We ate cereal for lunch, and he let me nap with no interruption. Whenever I needed something, he responded with a chipper “Okey-dokey!” and brought me whatever was requested. Later, we sang (and maybe head-banged) to some Guns N’ Roses, and then he quietly sat and watched a movie during my afternoon appointment. Continue reading →
Miss C is attending her middle school’s end-of-year formal dance this evening. It’s not Prom, but the girls wear fancy dresses and the boys wear suits and ties. Because we’re putting all the kids into German schools beginning this fall, this may be the only opportunity she experiences a formal dance, so we allowed her to ask an American friend from our village if he wants to come along as her date. Continue reading →
I came home from class this evening with only minutes to spare before Jaz’s bedtime.
Not only have I been working later, but when I *do* get home, I go straight to bed. I haven’t really seen or talked to my boy since Sunday. So, I was feeling pretty guilty when Martin sent him to me for a quick hug. Continue reading →
He’s Italian-American, the son of family friends visiting from Italy this week. She invited him to her middle-school dance tonight.
Martin drove them. I reassured Martin this evening, telling him not to worry as Miss C is exactly like me when I was her age. There’s no emoji yet that matches his reaction to that.
I served with his mom in the Air Force, and they’ve known each other since they were 13 months old. (Their birthdays are weeks apart.) Our families got together often for playdates when we all lived in DC at the same time.
They had both sets of parents waiting for them when they got home, ready to talk ALL about it!
By all accounts, they had a great time, and we saw pics of them tearing up the dance floor with her friends.