There is a bigger reason for me being in Germany. I am responsible for teaching 2 toddlers the American way in which we speak English. Did you know that English people hate the way Americans speak their language? Yet most of Europe still prefers our dialect over the latter.
The children are 2 years (Lio) and 8 months (Mia). They are completely adorable, and utterly spoiled. I will fix that...later. Lio has his mother in the palm of his hand. She's aware of this, and seems to be okay with it. He is almost always smiling, and even when you tell him "Nein" (no), he will comply with a smile. I think he does this because he knows he will try his unlawful actions again in 5 minutes, whatever they may be. He eats everything on his plate, and then some. He loves corn, and he loves his sister. He also loves liverwurst spread...totally bizarre. His favorite song is "Good Life" by OneRepublic. He has a stuffed animal that already looks older than myself, but I can relate because I absolutely brought my Little Foot (Land Before Time) stuffed into my carry-on. The same carry-on that had to get searched (mind you), so all of the uber classy brits got to see the 24 year old american with her dirty ratty stuffed dinosaur. Classy, Ash, keep it classy. Lio has giant brown eyes and he looks at the world with adventure and pure adoration. The only thing I've seen that boy cry about other than his empty belly was the moving walkway at the Munich airport. Scared the bajeezus out of him.
Mia doesn't say much, but makes a tremendous amount of noise. She would easily win a baby food jar eating contest. I'll be taking bets all next week. She also has the biggest brown eyes, thanks to her Papa. She likes to be played with and held a lot... if attention ventures in another direction, she will instantly let you know of her dissatisfaction. I have continued to remind myself that she is totally at that age, and she is also teething. When she's happy, she's laughing... that can almost surely erase the memory of the aggravated whining that may have been only minutes before. She loves that Lio is so attentive to her, and she loves to dance. She's a better dancer than I am, in fact. I consider her a clean freak because she eats a lot of pampers baby wipes, and her favorite song is the German one Daniela sings to her when she's fussy.
It will be impossible not to love these kids for my whole life with a whole heart. 48 hours has been long enough just to note the things that are already so obvious. I have already caught myself hugging them when they're in my lap...smooching kisses all over their faces. I fix their hair when it's messed up and make sure they have socks on. Today, I taught Lio how to make a wish in a wishing well. He had no idea what I was saying, but one day he will. He thoroughly enjoyed throwing my money into the fountain, so I at least know that all of us are taking these baby steps together.
Bis zum nächsten mal (until next time)
The children are 2 years (Lio) and 8 months (Mia). They are completely adorable, and utterly spoiled. I will fix that...later. Lio has his mother in the palm of his hand. She's aware of this, and seems to be okay with it. He is almost always smiling, and even when you tell him "Nein" (no), he will comply with a smile. I think he does this because he knows he will try his unlawful actions again in 5 minutes, whatever they may be. He eats everything on his plate, and then some. He loves corn, and he loves his sister. He also loves liverwurst spread...totally bizarre. His favorite song is "Good Life" by OneRepublic. He has a stuffed animal that already looks older than myself, but I can relate because I absolutely brought my Little Foot (Land Before Time) stuffed into my carry-on. The same carry-on that had to get searched (mind you), so all of the uber classy brits got to see the 24 year old american with her dirty ratty stuffed dinosaur. Classy, Ash, keep it classy. Lio has giant brown eyes and he looks at the world with adventure and pure adoration. The only thing I've seen that boy cry about other than his empty belly was the moving walkway at the Munich airport. Scared the bajeezus out of him.
Mia doesn't say much, but makes a tremendous amount of noise. She would easily win a baby food jar eating contest. I'll be taking bets all next week. She also has the biggest brown eyes, thanks to her Papa. She likes to be played with and held a lot... if attention ventures in another direction, she will instantly let you know of her dissatisfaction. I have continued to remind myself that she is totally at that age, and she is also teething. When she's happy, she's laughing... that can almost surely erase the memory of the aggravated whining that may have been only minutes before. She loves that Lio is so attentive to her, and she loves to dance. She's a better dancer than I am, in fact. I consider her a clean freak because she eats a lot of pampers baby wipes, and her favorite song is the German one Daniela sings to her when she's fussy.
It will be impossible not to love these kids for my whole life with a whole heart. 48 hours has been long enough just to note the things that are already so obvious. I have already caught myself hugging them when they're in my lap...smooching kisses all over their faces. I fix their hair when it's messed up and make sure they have socks on. Today, I taught Lio how to make a wish in a wishing well. He had no idea what I was saying, but one day he will. He thoroughly enjoyed throwing my money into the fountain, so I at least know that all of us are taking these baby steps together.
Bis zum nächsten mal (until next time)
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