We are starting a tradition here, on Seth’s birthday we get away to one of our favorite picnic spots. I am sure you can see why.
Eleven years ago we became one. Here are photos of those eleven years, each taken roughly one year apart. The change without seems insignificant to the change within.
Tanzen: I have a great idea.
Me: What is that?
Tanzen: We could go to the United States and bring back Lucky Charms!
Me: You think we should fly back to the United States just so we could buy Lucky Charms?
I thought I would share some photos of the family.
For some Daddy Daughter time, Jon and I baked cookies with Tanzen and Alina to hand out. Many disasters were narrowly averted, and the cookies would have been quite “interesting” had not the girls kept us on the right track.
The last three weeks have been a mixture of excitement, dread, encouragement, fear, cultural adaptation, frustration, adventure, and growth.
Today and the next few days I will be posting pictures and thoughts on the main events.
Three weeks ago relatives arrived from England. We had spent time with them in their home near the Thames back in 2010, and now they got to visit us! It was a lot of fun to show them around, have Martin participate in Conversational English (our accents are a little different), and enjoy their company.
Can anyone offer any suggestions on how to keep Elli, Tanzen’s stuffed elephant, from talking during nap time? Tanzen tells us that Elli keeps talking to her and keeping her up, even after Tanzen shushes her.
I have little to no experience with reasoning with stuffed elephants who refuse to stop talking, so any recommendations would be helpful.
We have become the parents that every child despises. You know, the ones who wait to pull out dessert until after the little ones go to sleep. (Insert maniacal laugh here)