Thursday, January 30, 2014

4/52


"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014."

When you're a parent, finding a field of friendly, domesticated deer, is rather thrilling. Cody found this herd on one of his runs a couple weeks ago, and took the boys to see them one morning last week. I love when our children get a chance to spend unregulated time in nature. Cody is the best at facilitating this kind of play.

Sebastian | Playing with sticks, and exercising his imagination all day. There is no end to his silliness, and his myriad of facial expressions that keep us laughing.

Bruno | Also playing with sticks, and looking so old. It's amazing to me that as soon as a child is toying with the idea of standing and walking, he picks up a stick, and won't let it go. Found toys bring the most joy, don't they.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

3/52



"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014."


I am getting these photos up a little late due to our deteriorating internet. Our connection has been particularly bad this week. In addition to that, my hard drive is full, and making any sort of computer project very slow going. But I'm here, now! And here are a couple iPhone photos from last week. I have the general goal of using my SLR camera for these weekly photos, but sometimes... iPhone.

Sebastian | This little soul combines so beautifully this strong sensitivity, sense of justice, and desire for order and predictability. He is my matter-of-fact little guy (with a strong flare for the silly as displayed by his shirtless suspender-wearing here!). We learned early in parenting that Sebastian deals best with basically every aspect of life if we take the time to explain the scenarios to him, like, "Sebastian, we are going to try to go to the book store, but it might be closed. And if it's closed, we'll be sad, but we'll try again another day." His current response to information like this is most often, "Yes, we'll go there, but... if it's closed, it's closed. And if it's not, it's not!" He's even learning to prepare himself for possible scenarios, and offers this kind of information to us without prompting. In this photo he's marveling at his play dough camera making skills. "I like this camera..." This is his "not-bad-if-I-do-say-so!" expression that we can't get enough of. 

Bruno | People, animals, stuffed animals—anything with a face. This boy thrives off of interaction.  Bruno is the child that will be begging us to get a dog someday in the very near future. When we are out in the city running errands, Bruno will stare people down until they look at him, and when they do... watch out! He turns on some charm like I have never seen before! His smile spreads over his whole face, and makes us the happiest parents alive. Here Bruno is saying "hi," snuggling, wrestling, and otherwise playing with these stuffed animals at the library. Yesterday he kept trying to sneak out of the grocery store to talk to the little dog that was waiting for it's owner!

Monday, January 13, 2014

2/52



"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014."

Cool evening light at the park. Winter's force is dwindling and we find ourselves layering less, leaving our hats at home, and enjoying the park once again.

Sebastian | Taught himself to whistle this week, and does nothing else. According to him, "I practiced and practiced and practiced, and then I did it!" I overheard his Kindergarten friend, Mia, say to someone, "Er kann schon pfeifen!" (He can already whistle!)
Bruno | He has two speeds. This is the slow one. Also, let it be known that my boys wear tights, and I am not ashamed.

P.S. I neglected to mention last week that I am taking part in this series started by Jodi of Practising Simplicity. I have long admired Jodi's writing, and am thrilled to finally be taking part in her 52 Project.


Monday, January 6, 2014

1/52



"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014."

Sebastian | Making up games all the time.
Bruno | Flexible. Likes to give zerberts. 

Thursday, December 12, 2013

German play



If you’re like me, at one time or another you have been completely charmed by Waldorf play. In fact, Sebastian was this close to going to a Waldorf school here in Germany. For reasons I won’t go into here, we decided the week before he was to start that we didn’t want him to go there. It was a mix of disappointment and relief for me.

In the end, I was excited about the Evangelische Kindergarten that he was to go to, but couldn’t shake some sad feelings about how he wasn’t going to have access to the play things available at the Waldorf school that I felt would so perfectly nurture his imagination. Oh the atmosphere! The windows! The warmth and simplicity of that place was unmatched, and I wanted that kind of surrounding for my little man. But from day 1, Sebastian has loved the Evangelische Kindergarten. He frequently refers to his teacher as, “The nicest teacher,” and just yesterday, Cody realized that when Seb sings the ABC’s in German, he replaces the end of the alphabet with her name, because the sounds are similar. Awesome, I tell you. 

As for the atmosphere at the Kindergarten, there are bursts of primary colors throughout, and it’s always a bit kid-chaotic, if I may coin a term. But you know what, I am really glad for those things. Kids love color, and kids, when they’re free to play, are going to get loud and messy and talkative. I am so thankful that God redirected our steps to Seb’s Kindergarten, and was from the onset pleasantly surprised by the ways in which this Kindergarten seemed to mimic Waldorf schools in a few ways. 

I’ve finally lived in Germany long enough to start picking up on some of the subtleties of this place. I have enough context now to know that, oh, German families have and love Playmobil. It is to Germany what the Fisher Price Little People are to the U.S. Germans also love mobiles. Go into any classroom, kindergarten, or child’s room and you will find at least one, if not 5+ mobiles hanging from the ceiling, and most made out of wood. (And here I thought mobiles were reserved for those extra fancy nurseries belonging to people with a substantial disposable income!) Similarly, the windows are smattered with bright pops of homemade paper decorations. Currently, in the season of Advent, nearly every window we pass is sporting one or more Fenstersterne, and the windows of every Kindergarten are lined with a row of black paper houses with colorful tissue paper windows. Within the walls of a Kindergarten or home, the differences are subtle, but there all the same. Mostly the amount of crafting supplies abounds. Germans do not kid when it comes to their crafting. For example, the parents at Seb's kindergarten unanimously agreed to make Christmas gifts together for the children. Half of us painted mugs, and the other half made beaded star ornaments. I ask you, have I moved to the coolest land ever?

After I mulled some of these thoughts around for a little while, it hit me like a facepalm that, duh, Waldorf schools aren’t this crazy unique thing not found anywhere else... they’re GERMAN! Felt, wood—natural, simple play—it’s so very German. Your average Kindergarten in the U.S. won’t look very Waldorf, it will look American. But your average Kindergarten in Germany will look very Waldorf, because Waldorf is very German. And suddenly so many things fell into place for me. Seb’s Kindergarten isn’t mimicking the Waldorf style, it is simply a German kindergarten, and that means, much to my delight, they have felt playmats, a plethora of wooden figures and animals, and play scenes with natural fibers made to look like moss-covered hills, all perfectly suited for nurturing a little imagination. 

I find the play atmosphere for children here to be so soothing, and refreshing. Perhaps it reminds me a bit of my childhood. I remember my siblings and I frequently telling our mom, without any advanced warning, that we wanted to do a craft. And just like that, we had a craft. I’m still amazed at that. Some of my other fond memories of play as a child involve pretend play with old pots and pans, pinecones and mud, and playing with my friend’s vast supply of Playmobil.

Zum Schluss, here are a few things that we will be slowly working into our “playmosphere” in the coming months and years.

Playmobil. Playmobil 1-2-3 is great for the littlest ones. We recently bought a nativity set for half price, and Bruno has especially enjoyed playing with it (He is a dollhouse/baby playing kind of a man if I ever saw one). It’s a great option if you want something well-suited to imaginative play, but without the pricetag of so many wooden playthings. I think it’s a great alternative to some of the other plastic toys that look unnatural. Playmobil does great with details. For example, a playmobil horse will have texture and depth, like it was made from a recycled milk jug.

DUPLO. I swore by DUPLO in my pre-Germany days, and I stand by it. I think Germans are with me on this one. We actually brought the entirety of our DUPLO collection with us to Germany! (LEGOS for the older kiddos, of course).

Ostheimer. I have no illusions that our entire play collection will be made up of wooden toys, nor do I believe that a toy is inherently good because it is wood. However, Ostheimer is special, and in my mind, there will always be a place for wooden animals and people. Just as it’s important for children to have many different tactile experiences, I think it’s important to have a variety of figures that don’t necessarily “match.” It’s amazing to see a child create a story out of mismatched bits and bobs.

Mobiles. I don’t plan to go crazy or anything, but I did buy one, just so I can feel more German. Wooden mobiles are a lot less expensive here!

Paper-crafts. This has already begun to transform our home life in a big way. After having a major case of the blues because of my inability to ever be prepared for advent, I committed to sitting down for a while and doing a little search for some interesting—but doable in an advent-has-already-started kind of a way—projects. I came across this one, from The Little Red House. I walked to the city the next day to get the things I needed, and put our little advent calendar together that night. I felt so great about an advent calendar that would give us activities to engage in, and time to be creative and work on something together, instead of one that would lead us on a 25 day adventure of 2-minute chocolate binges. I wanted our advent calendar to reflect the joy in anticipation, in giving, and in creating. Although when I tell Seb that we’ll open another envelope tomorrow, he inevitably asks, “And then will it be Christmas??” So yes, crafting. Game changer for me.

Felt playmats. These are the coolest, and quite simply, I wish every child had one. So many possibilities, and so fun to make. You can see a picture of the one I made below. Next time I will try a simple design with grass, a small body of water, and a dirt path.

Finger puppets. It seems that at every art or Christmas market I’ve been to, there are always little hand knit finger puppets for sale. I always thought they were the cutest, but wasn’t sure if my boys would find them interesting. While I was in Munich a couple weeks ago, I found the most perfect little finger puppets. I mean, perfect. It took some restraint to only buy two, and to my pleasant surprise, Seb and Bruno love them both. Now I wish I hadn’t used so much restraint!

The great outdoors. If you’ve got this one, you’ve got it all. Living in Germany has transformed the way I relate to the outdoors. Of course, the cold weather always makes it hard, but being outside is just so important for kids, even the littlest ones.



Sunday, November 17, 2013

Seb | Not Neverland, and that's just fine



After KiGa, Seb can usually be found unwinding with a good book.
Seb is growing cuter and cuter every day. It turns out that having a “kid” as opposed to a forever-baby like our mama hearts always want, is way cool. I am not going to say that there aren’t those moments when I want so badly to have him back as that tiny little 6 lb. newborn, or get those chubby cheeks and that toddling stage again, just for a few minutes, but reality is that we grow and change and learn. And that’s a really good thing. It makes my heart swell watching Sebastian figure out this wonderful, exciting, and even hurtful world we live in.

Seb’s vocabulary is growing by leaps and bounds, and his poor little head must be so tired! He’s not only learning English vocabulary, but German vocabulary, and soaking it all up like a dry sponge. At home and away he is constantly hearing words and phrases in German, and his comprehension of this language is astounding after such a short period of time.

When Sebastian wants Bruno to stop doing something, he can be heard saying, “Ohhhh nein!” instead of “Oh no.” He sometimes gets a little distressed for a moment and says, “But I don’t know how to say, ‘I’m sorry’ in German!” And other times, for no apparent reason, he pops his curious little head up from what he’s doing and says, “How do you say car in German?”. He knows several German songs, can count to 10 (and does so frequently), and has a few catchphrases that he thinks are funny like, “Was ist das?!” (what is that?!), and “Du bist schnell!” (you are fast!). He knows greetings and goodbyes, and when I take him to KiGa in the morning, he cheerily greets every person he sees, near and far, with a “Guten Morgen!”

And lest we forget about Bruno, he says “Tschuss” instead of “Bye,” and is newly obsessed with Bob der Baumeister (Bob the Builder) and with an excited squeal says, “BAHHB... BAHHB.” Oh my little multicultural babes.

Now where was I? That was quite a bunny trail. I was talking about how awesome it is to have a little kid. Seb has grown so thoughtful and grown up. I really have to be quite careful because it’s so easy to put too much responsibility on him because he seems so much older than three and a half. Just tonight, I was putting some clean dishes away, and as I tried to finagle a pan up onto a high shelf, one of the metal lids fell with a bang to the floor. I finished placing the pan where I needed it to go, but before I was done, Sebastian came running over, picked up the lid and said, “Here you go, Mommy!”. Seb notices everything. This means that he asks approximately 1,000,000,000,000 questions everyday, and is easily distressed (both of which can be hard to deal with), but this also means that he takes care of us. When Bruno is getting his diaper changed—not his favorite activity—Seb frequently trots along behind and says, “I’m going to make Bruno happy!”, and is often seen running around trying to find a good toy for Bruno to play with.

I love this sweet little kid of ours, and tell him every day that he is my sunshine. He is learning to be proud of what he does, developing his own sense of style (however much I don’t like suspenders and sweatpants as an outfit!), and even takes time to compliment me when something in our home looks nice with a, “Oh that’s great!” or “Thanks for doing that, mom!”. He likes to be in on the conversation and says, “Mom, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” when Cody and I are talking at the table. 

He thinks marshmallows are a “cozy” food.

He is curious and thoughtful, sensitive, and resilient. I couldn’t be happier to have this little man in our lives, and am so acutely aware of how privileged I am to be his mama that it hurts just a little bit.

And just because I love this picture... Seb watching Micky Maus Wunderhaus (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse). Now suspenders and JEANS is a look I can support 100%. Also, I've given up on matching socks.


Thursday, November 7, 2013

St. Martin's Day and the Laternelaufen






Growing up, Halloween was never really a holiday that we observed. We lived in the country, with few other houses, so it couldn’t really be a neighborhood thing (somehow trick-or-treating with a car isn’t quite as thrilling), and so we would only occasionally dress up if we had an event to attend. And honestly, I’ve kind of taken that approach with our children so far. Partially because in the last few years they haven’t been old enough to enjoy it, and so I haven’t bothered. 

These facts made it all the more surprising to me when this year, nestled in this cozy, but admittedly halloween-less land, I really missed the festivities! I didn’t miss the tacky or gory decorations, but I missed seeing and savoring pumpkins on every stoop, and the candy corn, caramel corn, hot apple cider (essentially, the food), corn mazes, and hay rides. I think I counted a total of 4 carved pumpkins displayed outside various homes, and no costumes whatsoever! 

Halloween just isn’t a thing here.

But then, just when it seemed like this lovely autumn season was going to go by without any festivities, Laternelaufen happened. St. Martin’s Day is on November 11th, but Sebastian’s KiGa (Kindergarten) celebrated early with a Laternalaufen—literally “lantern walk”—on Tuesday evening.

No one knows exactly why this tradition is attached to St. Martin’s Day, but presumably it has to do with bringing light into the world through love and selfless giving to ones neighbor. St. Martin, a soldier, is remembered first for having given half his soldiers coat to a beggar in danger of freezing to death.

At first I thought this tradition was little observed in Germany, but I am quickly realizing that families, and communities, observe St. Martin’s Day with a fervor akin to our American Halloween. A holiday that brings a community together, lighting the way in a darkened world, and stopping along the way to sing about it? Now that’s a holiday I can get excited about! The children carry colorful lanterns with endless variations. Some homemade, some store bought, but all charming and vibrant.

Thanks, Germany, for restoring my faith in your holiday observances. I can’t wait to see what you do with Christmas!

Experiemnting with the settings on my camera on the way to the Laternelaufen. What a cute test subject, no?

Taking it all in just before the Laternelaufen began.




This little goof saw me trying to take a picture and started kicking up his heels.