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Raindrops, brum brum's and visits

>> Monday, September 14, 2009 –  , , ,

European rain makes me feel right at home. Mikey and I walked to the German Grocery store in the rain today to pick up a few necessities. He wore his little boots, raincoat, a hat and looked completely adorable although he was so excited that he wouldn't stand still for a picture. He stuck out his tongue, caught some rain on it and said "Mmmmmmm" (universal word for yummy). He pulled at a leaf and got raindrops on his hand, to which he said "Ewwwwww" before wiping it on my leg. I can thank daddy for teaching him that all important boy skill.
Sunday evening as it was starting to get dark, the three of us walked up to the footbridge that goes over the road minutes away from our apartment. I know, it sounds pretty dull, but Mikey adored it. He poked his nose through the bars on the side of the bridge and pointed at the cars, which had just begun to turn on their lights. He ran back and forth to each side of the bridge to watch the BrumBrum's approach, go under and then come out the other side. He said "Ooooh!" and stamped his little feet in excitement when the traffic lights turned from red, to amber, to green and lots of cars approached all at once. You don't need to travel far or pay out lots of money to entertain kids of his age, watching his excitement makes us all happy, even a couple of random passersby stifled a smile or a chuckle.

The husband left this morning for TDY yet again. Only a few days this time around though. Just enough time for me to get a lot of things done without having him under my feet or messing it all up moments later! He goes TDY a lot I guess, just a part of his particular job in the army. I imagine it would be the same if he were a civilian journalist too. He's covering a story on a sexual harassment/assault seminar over in Garmisch this time. I told him to scope the place out while he's there so we can see about going on a small vacation there early next year.

I've got my trusty TDY chores list written, things I need to get done while he is gone -


Today - Groceries, laundry (colours), sweep floors, tidy bedroom, start article, write blog post. (All completed except for the article which I'm doing later)
Tuesday - Laundry (whites), wash floors, tidy spare room, clean up weird balcony area, finish article.
Wednesday - Dusting, washing baseboards, quick tidy all over, cooking.

The house needs a thorough clean up ready for next month. We have my in-laws visiting. My father in-law for one week, mother in-law for two (arriving together but mother in-law is leaving later) then the day they leave my parents arrive for a weeks stay. My in-laws haven't seen Mikey since he was 10 months old, so they're very excited. We haven't been back to the States to visit because I can't re-enter until I have my citizenship.

It's going to be a busy few weeks when everyone arrives, but I'm looking forward to it.

Oh and by the way. I am drinking a nice cup of tea and eating some jaffa cakes. You can take the girl out of England...

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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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