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Saturday, January 28, 2012

There Once Was A Girl / Es war einmal...

There once was a girl who read with her Tag day in and day out. She did it for so long that her mother wondered if it was a good thing to do. The little girl would read in the morning, at lunch time, in the afternoon and in the evening. Her mother had to buy a lamp just for her so that she did not have to read in the dark. Her father was greatly worried about her eye sight. The little girl loved nothing more than reading. Well, maybe coloring. And a certain pink bear. But she did love reading. When she was barely four years old, her mother and her father and her brother were suddenly surprised when they realized what a great reader she had become. She could read very well. Everyone had assumed that because she was so great at memorizing, that she had just memorized all the books (which she indeed had). But when the library had sent some books for beginning readers, all were amazed at how great she did. And all were proud. Especially the little girl. The end.

Abigail in a nutshell: "Glamorous" glasses, dresses up, shoes on wrong foot, tons of stuffed animals, and of course fairy wings. (Abigail in Essence: "Glamoroese" Sonnenbrille, verkleidet, Schuhe an den falschen Fuss, sehr viele Stofftiere, und natuerlich Fehen Fluegel.)

Es gab einmal ein kleines Maedchen das gerne mit ihrem Tag tagein und tagaus las. Sie las so lange, das ihre Mutter sich wunderte ob dies gut fuer sie weare. Das kleine Maedchen las Morgens, Abends und zwischendrin. Ihre Mutter musste ihr sogar ihre eigene Leselampe kaufen. Ihr Vater wunderte sich ueber ihre Augen. Aber das kleine Maedchen liebte das Lesen so sehr. Als sie gerade vier Jahre alt war, merkten ihre Mutti, ihr Papa und ihr Bruder das sie eine sehr gute Leserin geworden war. Man hatte immer angenommen das sie die Buecher alle auswendig gelernt hatte (was sie auch gemacht hatte). Aber als die Buecherei Buecher geschickt hatte, wurde es allen bewusst und alle waren sehr stolz. Vor allem das kleine Maedchen. Das Ende.

Friday, January 27, 2012

The Last Day

Yesterday was the first day when my baby ventured away from me. And she didn't come back.
With her being our last baby, I was sad.
Two days ago was the last day when she wanted to be near me at all times. She sat by my feet and would only crawl in circles around me. She stayed in the same room, close to me.
Yesterday she grew up a little more. Now I have to search for her to be close to her.
Oh and yes, today I put her in my Ergo carrier and carried her around a bunch. She couldn't crawl anywhere. Just for old times' sake. :-) We both were happy.

Gestern war der erste Tag an dem mein baby von mir weg gewandert ist. Und sie kam nicht zurueck. Da sie unser letztes Baby ist, war ich sehr traurig.
Vor zwei Tagen war der letzte Tag an dem sie immer in meiner Naehe sein wollte. Sie sass bei meinen Fuessen und wollte immer nur im Kreis um mich krabbeln. Sie war immer im selben Zimmer, immer bei mir.
Gestern wurde sie ein bisschen mehr erwachsen. Jetzt muss ich sie suchen um ihr nahe zu sein.
Oh ja, und heute habe ich sie in meinen Ergo gesteckt und sie viel herum getragen. Da konnte sie nirgens hin krabbeln. Nur fuer die alten Zeiten. :-) Wir waren beide happy.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Funnies


Nathan: "I hate french fries."
Abigail: "Nathan, don't say hate. Actually, I'm not your mommy so I can't say that."

On the way to the zoo.
Abigail: "Why is mama coming with us?"
David: "Don't you want her to come?"
Abigail: "But she talks funny." (????What????)

Abigail walking around: "The great unknown awaits us. We have been chosen."

Abigail, after trying juice for the first time, looks up at me: "Very interesting."

Uncle Chris looking at Abigail's dinner: "That looks yummy."
Abigail: "It's not at all yummy." (Yep, I cooked that meal with a lot of love...)

Abigail: "Mama, come over here. This is quite disappointing."

Mama to Abigail, who is pretending to be Wonderwoman: "Come over here, let me give you some smooches. "
Abigail earnestly: "Mama. Superheros don't like smooches.

Abby singing "John Jacob Jingelheimer Schmidt": "Joy, Jip, the people heimer slip...."

Nathan telling us about what he learned in school: "Then Abraham Lincoln and his wife went to a pizza place where he got shot." (Bet you never knew that?)

Abigail (very frustrated): "I'm just so difficult!"

Abigail: "Mama, you know how sad I am? All the way to the dessert!" (I'm thinking that is really sad?)

Abigail while getting dressed before going to bed: "I don't want Nathan to see me naked. He'll call me a naked buttsky." (That Nathan!)

Abigail laughing to herself: "I misunderstood myself."

Nathan: "But then you have to feed Isabelle and come to my school and then I'll be super wild so you won't have time to do that!" (Thanks for the heads-up...)

At school. The students are studying properties and they are looking at an uneaten cupcake in front of them.
Teacher: "What are some of the properties of this cupcake?"
Nathan: "It's scrumptious."

Abigail: "Azrael bites Superman."
Nathan: "But he's the man of steel."
Abigail: "Azrael bites his cape and his boots and his pants and then he's naked!" (Haha! What 'cha going to do now, Superman???)

Abigail: "I'm listening to strange music....like a teen-a-ger."

Abigail listening to a country song and not understanding the words.
Abigail: "Do you know what that means? It means 'fence' in Germany."

Nathan and Abigail talking about when they grow up. They are heartbroken to find out that they cannot marry each other. Abigail was still set on marrying Nathan one day.
Nathan: "I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to marry someone else...(pause)...But you can marry someone with the name 'Nathan'.....(pause)....But he can't be your brother!"

Monday, January 2, 2012

Oh So Very Tired/Oh so muede

After two weeks of sick children and being sick myself for a week now, I'm so done with "sick." Usually when we get colds, it's nothing like this. One of us gets sick, it does not get passed around, we get over it quickly. Period. It's quite possible that's a house rule. Apparently my kids are in a rebellious state right now. Nathan got sick the second day of his Christmas vacation and has just gotten over it. Abigail still has a pretty cough and is in her emotional I'm-sick-mood but she's finally getting there. Myself, I'm getting there. A LOT slower than I'd like. Isabelle on the other hand seems to be going for a second round with her ear infection. Since she was so very congested the whole time she was on antibiotics, I was almost expecting her to not be able to get rid of her ear infection. Alas, another long night of holding baby lots as she woke up during the night - again and again. It feels as though my house may never be clean again. As though meals will never be cooked again on a regular basis. As though I'm feeding my children junk and do not spend time with them. As though the days are wasted. I don't do well with unproductive days... I want to duck under that dark cover of self-pity and just sit there all day and contemplate how little was done and how we are at least 1 week behind and there is just no way to ever catch up. Then I remember what Abigail sings often: "This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it." (Psalm 118:24) I hear her little voice in my head and find myself humming along. I start to sing in my head and it is starting to get a bit brighter out there. I think I'll go now and hug my children and my sweet husband who has a big toothache. Because this is indeed the day that the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad in it.

"Come to me, all of you who are weary and loaded down with burdens, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28 International Standard Version

"I will refresh the weary and satisfy the faint." Jeremiah 31:25 New International Version


Nach zwei Wochen kranken Kindern und selbst krank sein für eine Woche bin ich jetzt fertig mit "krank." Normalerweise, wenn wir Erkältungen haben, ist es nicht so schlimm wie diese. Normalerweise wird nur einer von uns krank, es wird sich nicht gegenseitig angesteckt, und wir kommen schnell darüber hinweg. Anscheinend sind meine Kinder in einem rebellischen Zustand. Nathan wurde am zweiten Tag seiner Weihnachtsferien krank und ist gerade darüber weg. Abigail hat noch einen guten Husten und ist in ihrer emotionalen Ich-bin-krank-Stimmung aber sie wird besser. Ich selbst werde VIEL langsamer besser als Ich es gerne haette. Isabelle scheint einen zweiten Umlauf mit ihrer Ohreninfektion anzustreben. Da sie so sehr verstopft war die ganze Zeit als sie ihre Antibiotika nam, erwartete ich das ja fast. Leider folgte deswegen noch eine lange Nacht mit viel weinen. Ich glaube das mein Haus nie wieder sauber wird. Das es nie wieder regelmässig gekochte Malzeiten geben werden. Als ob ich wieder mal wochen vertroedelt habe und keine gute Zeit mit den Kindern verbracht habe. Ich mag keine unproduktiven Tagen… Ich möchte mich unter diese dunkle Abdeckung des Selbstmitleids ducken und gerade dort den ganzen Tag sitzen und erwägen, wie wenig getan wurde und wie wir mindestens eine Woche hinten dran sind und es gerade keine Art und Weise gibt, überhaupt aufzuholen. Dann erinnere mich ich, an was Abigail häufig singt: " Dies ist der Tag, den der HERR macht; lasset uns freuen und fröhlich darinnen sein. ." (Psalm-118:24). Dann höre ich ihre liebe Stimme in meinem Kopf und auf einmal summe in entlang. Ich beginne, in meinem Kopf zu singen und der Tag beginnt, ein wenig heller zu werden. Ich denke dann gehe ich jetzt und umarmen meine Kinder und meinen Ehemann, der große Zahnschmerzen hat. Weil dieses Tag in der Tat der ist, den der HERR gemacht hat und ich freue mich und bin in ihm froh.

"Kommet her zu mir alle, die ihr mühselig und beladen seid; ich will euch erquicken. " Matthew-11:28 Luther 1912

" denn ich will die müden Seelen erquicken und die bekümmerten Seelen sättigen " Jeremias-31:25 Luther 1912