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Grumpy boy plays outside

>> Wednesday, April 1, 2009 –  , , ,

Mikey has been a big grump the past couple of days. He's sleeping even less, but he's probably just upset at being somewhere different. He was good on the flight over, slept most of the time and didn't cry at all.

The weather is nice, cold but bright. Spring is a little further underway here than in Germany, blossom is out on the trees!

Mikey made friends with Kitty, he calls her "Eeegey". He thinks her tail is funny and her fur is nice and soft.


He also had fun playing on and with the grass.

My little Elvis boy! The sun was in his eyes.


Eating some cookies in Grandma's (unfinished) kitchen

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.

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