Well here it is. All that is left is the suitcases we each have a possession of. Everything else is gone and with only the hope that we will see our belongings on the other side. We have had our last weekend here and we are saying our farewells. It's time to move on. It's been a great three years, and now looking back it has gone by so fast. We now sit in an empty house, just waiting. The waiting is killing me. I'm thankful we get to leave Germany just at the beginning of Biergarten season (that would be the beginning of summer). We leave on a good note. Three more days of school and four more days until we fly. it seems so surreal. Wow. We are going to be home by the weekend.
Today we fly. My excitement has been taken over by sentimentalism. I now find myself sad to leave. We have meant some wonderful people here and my kids have had the experience of neighborhood friends. It's a good time to go, as almost everyone is leaving this summer. As I leave my friends here, I return to the States to see friends from duty stations past. Seems as if I must say good-bye to say hello. My heart is filled with warmth from the experience we have had here. I loved the small town feeling and I'm sad to think this experience is a rare treat. As the sun rises on our last day here, I bit Germany farewell. It's time for the newest adventure. Goodbye and thanks for the memories.
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Thursday, June 16, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
My little Monkeys.
First point of business: there will spelling errors in this blog as I am typing with a pseudo keyboard that has a mind of it's own. I'm also typing this while distracted very easily from this cute, but annoying little red monster and two little monkeys. Which brings me to the point if this blog.
When did my eldest son go from a baby to a boy? Just recently my little Monkey has discovered his whole meaning of existence. He is waking up in the middle of the night drenched in pee because he insists that what we like to point south, must, at all cost, point north. He has been caught standing in front of the tv and computer, pants around his ankle, engrossed in his new toy. I know this is quite a normal process, but that doesn't make me any more ready for it. Of course when asking some of my friends for advice, I seem to get the standard answer; "oh my son never did that". I believe there are some mothers out there in denial. It wouldn't bother me so much if he would just leave it alone at night so we aren't changing him and his bed sheets in the middle of the night. He is still in diapers, but we have, more than once, got him up in the morning, shorts on, but mysteriously diaper on the floor. He is fully aware what that appendage is for, as he likes to remove all articles of clothing from the waist down as soon as there is a bit of waste product. That includes the departure of a most fowl waste product from his body. I have already had to throw away some sheets Of course he refuses to produce that waste in a potty, but insists that will be properly disposed of in his current receptacle. I guess at this point, patience is a virtue.
At the opposite spectrum, my other little monkey has me in complete awe. While giving him a bath the other night, he was quite intrigued by a cup. I sat there and watched him maneuver this very simple object with all four of his extremities. I was amazed how he was using his feet as two more hands. It truly reminded me of a little monkey. It was such a basic instinct and had me just mesmerized. It's such a 180 from Mikey that I can't believe these two monkeys related. Go figure.
The one they thing they have in common is their ability to soak anything put on the bottom half of their bodies. Shoot, it doesn't stop there. It travels as far north is it can creep. Non-the-less, they,and I, all smell the same. I don't think it matters which way it points. Again, it's a basic animal instinct that stays with them no matter how hard we try to tame it. Goes to show you, no matter the age and no matter the direction, the target seldom gets hit.
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When did my eldest son go from a baby to a boy? Just recently my little Monkey has discovered his whole meaning of existence. He is waking up in the middle of the night drenched in pee because he insists that what we like to point south, must, at all cost, point north. He has been caught standing in front of the tv and computer, pants around his ankle, engrossed in his new toy. I know this is quite a normal process, but that doesn't make me any more ready for it. Of course when asking some of my friends for advice, I seem to get the standard answer; "oh my son never did that". I believe there are some mothers out there in denial. It wouldn't bother me so much if he would just leave it alone at night so we aren't changing him and his bed sheets in the middle of the night. He is still in diapers, but we have, more than once, got him up in the morning, shorts on, but mysteriously diaper on the floor. He is fully aware what that appendage is for, as he likes to remove all articles of clothing from the waist down as soon as there is a bit of waste product. That includes the departure of a most fowl waste product from his body. I have already had to throw away some sheets Of course he refuses to produce that waste in a potty, but insists that will be properly disposed of in his current receptacle. I guess at this point, patience is a virtue.
At the opposite spectrum, my other little monkey has me in complete awe. While giving him a bath the other night, he was quite intrigued by a cup. I sat there and watched him maneuver this very simple object with all four of his extremities. I was amazed how he was using his feet as two more hands. It truly reminded me of a little monkey. It was such a basic instinct and had me just mesmerized. It's such a 180 from Mikey that I can't believe these two monkeys related. Go figure.
The one they thing they have in common is their ability to soak anything put on the bottom half of their bodies. Shoot, it doesn't stop there. It travels as far north is it can creep. Non-the-less, they,and I, all smell the same. I don't think it matters which way it points. Again, it's a basic animal instinct that stays with them no matter how hard we try to tame it. Goes to show you, no matter the age and no matter the direction, the target seldom gets hit.
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