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At nearly 2 years old, Mikey is still proving to be quite the ladies man. When he was born, he spent one month in the NICU before we were allowed to take him home. The female nurses who took care of him during the times I couldn't be at the hospital would fawn over him. Even though he more closely resembled a baby monkey at that point, rather than a human child, weighing in at 4lbs and having those strange black eyes that preemies often have.

Back at Ft Hood, our friends daughter (4 years old at the time) told us that she was going to marry him. He was too small at that point to really appreciate the attention.

He smiles and says "Hai!" to all of the women and girls that we happen to pass when we are walking around, no matter where we are. He likes to flirt with the checkout girls in the commissary and PX, as well as the German stores in town.

Last week I was at the hospital for a therapy appointment, I had to bring Mikey with me because Raidhyn was supposed to watch him for an hour but got called away. As we were leaving, a German lady was getting in the elevator with us. Mikey smiled at her, said "Hai!" and held her hand as well as mine. He started chattering away to her and showing off his big smile, she was absolutely delighted.

On Saturday afternoon we took Mikey out to play in the playground. As soon as we stepped out of the door three of our different neighbour's girls yelled "Hi Mikey!" he got really excited, wriggled out of my arms and ran over to play.

Later at the PX he was dancing in the aisle of the PowerZone when an older lady came up to him. He showed off his lovely grin and she told him he was just perfect. I think it might start going to his head.

On Sunday afternoon there were a couple of girls playing on the playground when we went out, Mikey's friends weren't out and he didn't know these girls. However he didn't hesitate to follow them and try showing off with all his tricks and laughing. He also tried to give one of the little girls his ball and they played together a while rolling the ball up and down the slide. Later our friend's girls came out and they played with him for a good couple of hours, a nice break for mummy! Then both families decided to go for a walk as it started to get dark, the girls put Mikey into their radioflyer wagon, the older girl pulled him around in it the entire time while the younger one kept him entertained and we walked through beautiful the allotments. He was laughing so hard, although it may have had something to do with the fact that he was tired and she'd been feeding him sugary fruit loops!

This afternoon while he was taking his nap, one of the girls knocked on our door to ask if Mikey could come out and play. I've been informed that I need to bring him out as soon as he wakes up from his nap so that he can ride in the RadioFlyer Wagon with them again. So I guess his afternoon is all planned out already! Then later on we're going to head off to the commissary to get stuff for grilling, the weather is perfect for just hanging out with the neighbours and grilling!

Here's some more photos of my little ladykiller when we were in Schwetzingen. Raidhyn took these.

Mikey and Mummy

Inside the Mosque, he loved the way his voice echoed!

Outside in the gardens. Look at his cheeks! I think that's why the girls can't resist, they're so kissable!

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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.