First Week of School

Here is Owen on his first day of school.  I am so proud of him, he has been doing great!  I cried all the way to the car after leaving him.  When I picked him up I said, "How did it go, buddy?"  He said, "Great, but I did get the scares in my stomach when you left."  I said, "Oh, those are just called butterflies, I got them too!" 

Meg is really into Amelia Bedelia books.  I was introduced to her when I taught 2nd grade in SC.  Peggy Parish the author was from SC and the kids always got a laugh when we read her books.  I was so thrilled to find that Herman Parish, Peggy's nephew has continued the story line writing new books about a younger Amelia Bedelia.

Is it just me or do they look alike?

Happy Birthday to MIMI!!  Sorry your package is going to be late. 

I've tried to keep Meg super busy these last few days so she wouldn't miss Owen so much.  Those two are best buddies.  I heard this question alot ..."When is it time to pick up Owen?"

 

I found this note taped to Meg's door.  I guess she asked Owen to write it.  She also asked us to refer to  her as "Doc" and not Meg today.  The other side of the note said of course, "the Doc is in."

 

 

 

 

2nd Grade here we come!

Owen starts 2nd grade tomorrow! We are praying for his teacher and that this will be a great year!

He will start soccer next week and Meg will begin her tap/ballet class.  Getting back into routine is not easy, we have enjoyed a lazy summer!

 

The last days of summer

Yesterday, we had a pizza party with Owen's best friend Marvin. 

The kids had a great time and we enjoyed being back in our old neighborhood.

The whole family worked together in Owen's room today.  He wanted a tent over his bed.

I let him design his room.   

 

The living room

 

 

We live within walking distance of downtown.  We headed there today and checked out the shopping area. 

 

Enjoying the last days of Summer

We found this park that had jumping fountains to play in.

 

The River Rhine

Meg loves to pose.  I like to describe her style as: Part Punky Brewster, Part Gypsie with a twist of Meg

 

 

 

                                                  We are going to miss you Summer!

A Yellow Ticket!

Amy's sweet family sent us a package.  Every 3 days we check our PO box, and the kids stand there giddy hoping for a yellow ticket.  If you get a yellow ticket in your box it means you have a package!  On Wed. we checked our box and there it was...the beloved yellow ticket! At this point the kids begin to bounce up and down and say at least a hundred times..."Mom, we got a package, we got a package!!"  Once you have the yellow ticket you proceed down a long hallway where people are waiting to assist you.  We have only been here a few weeks and the man behind the counter saw my kids coming and said, "somebody must have a special package!"  We turned in the yellow ticket for a big brown box and Owen and Meg were bursting with excitement!  Packages are always fun but when you are going on year 2 with no family near by packages are like a piece of home.  The box was packed with all kinds of goodies including Shrinky Dinks.  My kids had never seen or heard about these and from the following video you will see that they were fascinated!  They pressed their noses to the oven and watched in awe as the plastic pieces they had colored would shrink right up! Thank you Amy for a box filled with fun.  I'm not sharing the mint Oreos!

Shrinky Dinks

Our first Visitors

Marvin and Issabella made the hour trip to visit us in our new apartment.  We took them on a tour of our playgrounds and the kids played on them for 4 hours!

Owen was so excited to see his best friend!  Marvin invited him to his birthday party.  I thought it was sweet when his mom told me Owen was the only one he wanted to invite.   

We were so thrilled to have friends over and we sure hope they come back soon!

Settling in...

We had to wait 10 days in order for our stuff to be delivered 1 hour down the road. We used the time by moving about 40% of our own stuff.  We have also been checking out our new town.  Here we are at Toys IRIS.  That's what Meg calls it.

Our stuff finally arrived....not all in one piece.  Good bye Crock pot, lamp shades and Christmas trees.

Here is Meg's room finished.  She loves having her own room.  It took several tries to get it just right but we came up with this in the end.

She LOVES all things ARTSY so we had to have the "Art Center."

A dear friend we met last year in Heidelberg moved backed to the states.  She is one year older than Meg and wanted our address so she could send Meg her hand -me- downs.  Meg was BEYOND excited.  The shirt she was wearing the day we picked up the package was from Mara.  We LOVE having things passed down.  Between Mara and her cousin Abigail, Meg is one cute fashionista!

Moving is an overwhelming process.  Just finding a run again that feels right it not always easy.  I feel kinda like Goldilocks at time.

Too remote

Too many cars

Too stinky (Pastures)

Too many potholes

But sometime you have to just keep trying, and so I will set off again and run down a different path, waiting to find the trail that is "just right!"