I seriously hope we’re nearing the end of Strumpfhosen season. Besides the fact that this pale momma needs some sun, I am done with squeezing my son into tights. Yes, boys (babies to toddlers) wear tights in Germany called Strumpfhosen. And since I don’t want to be viewed as a bad mom when Fynn goes ...
It wasn’t until I moved to Germany that I was reminded of the fact that as Americans we are cheated of our second language schooling. A minimum two-year requirement in high school doesn’t come close to providing the tools needed to understand, let alone communicate in a second tongue considering Germans now learn English starting ...
Everyone deals with being an Expat differently and yet we still have fundamentally the same human emotions. There are lonely days, days of yearning for something or someone from home, days you don’t want to hear a foreign language let alone try and speak it. And then there are days when the unexpected happens. Sometimes ...
When I first moved to Germany it seemed like the trips to IKEA were never-ending. I think Kay drug me to every IKEA store within Nordrhein Westfalen. I was d-o-n-e DONE with going there. So when my bonus daughter stated what IKEA really stands for (although a Swedish company, apparently a German ingeniously coined this ...
So either, everyone didn’t notice, didn’t read, or didn’t mention the big, whoppin’ error I made in my last post. Well, one new reader did notice and didn’t mention directly to me; I saw it posted on their personal FB page. Just like the German government, I too am watching. Mwuahahahahaha! It’s ok though. It ...
We finally broke down and got a cleaning lady (Putzfrau in German… almost as good as “Ausfahrt.”). I wouldn’t say that I broke down; I have wanted one for about a year and had been casually throwing hints at Kay. Although, “I think we should get a Putzfrau,” isn’t really just a hint, but whatev. ...
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