I made a great post for Big Ive’s 4th birthday a couple of weeks ago. So, in my brain, I have this epic post waiting to go out on her birthday on the 10th, and can’t write any others until it is published. Not like we’ve done anything spectacular the past few weeks that the general public, friends, and family really care about, though. :) That’s why there’s been a little bit of silence from HausMiller.
Tonight I made homemade mac-n-cheese and used a French shredded cheese mix, along with some Velveeta. It turned out surprisingly incredibly delicious. Perfect combination of French cheeses and American processed cheese stuff. Normally I don’t use Velveeta (I don’t think I can readily buy it here in Germany), but a friend gave us a block as they were moving away. And I can’t let perfectly good food product go to waste, so I’ve been trying to incorporate that into our meals the past few weeks. Totally doesn’t mesh with the healthy eating we’ve been trying to do for the past month or so.
Big Ive was chatting with a friend at Kindergarten this afternoon at pickup. She said a whole sentence in German, but didn’t know 2 words, so she substituted the English words. The German kid gave her a slight funny look but kept going with the conversation.
Big Ive managed to misplace all of her pacifiers. [[I know, I know, she’s nearly 4 years old and still uses pacifiers. It’s really not that big of a thing here in Europe. It is not uncommon to see kids with them until age 4 or 5. The plan is to get rid of them on her 4th birthday. We’ll see if that really happens…]] And she came up with this idea that somehow someone came into our house and took all of her pacifiers. That was the reason we couldn’t find any when we had 4 the day before. And then she told one of her friends this at school today. Crazy kid. It’s awesome to see her brain working on these things.
I witnessed an I-have-more-Oma’s-than-you fight between three or four 2-4 year old’s at the Kindergarten this morning. One kid’s Grandma (Oma) dropped her off. Then another kid said, “I have 3 Omas.” This was countered by Big Ive saying, “I have 2 Oma’s and 2 Grandma-grandmas.” The mother of one kid came and clarified she had 2 Omas and 1 Urgroßmutter (Uroma…great grandmother). Then Big Ive said the names of her grandmas, which really confused the mother. She had no idea what Big Ive was saying, as one of the names is a nickname, although Big Ive did say it all correctly in German.
All of our neighbors and acquaintances here in our village are convinced I speak great German. I think my German is not so good — I feel like I can barely function when I have to. I had to translate for a friend with their neighbors in February. As I was walking home from Kindergarten drop off one morning, a person in our village came out their front door when they saw me. They verified that I knew German. I said yes. Then she asked a couple of questions, which I tried my best to answer. When I was going to leave I said something incorrectly 3 different ways, which she finally laughed at and then told me the correct way to say it in German.
I always feel like I’m a little slow when having a conversation in German. The German will say something. And when they’re at a point where I’m supposed to respond, I take just a bit too long translating back what they were saying, formulating a response and translating that into German, they get this look on their face. If they know English they have then started to say what they said by this point.
A mother at Kindergarten pickup asked if Big Ive will be going to the actual Kindergarten class in the fall. I didn’t quite understand what she was saying. I mean, I understood the words, but wondered if I somehow didn’t know about different school options here in Germany that I suddenly needed to become aware of. Anyway, after a couple back and forths, it came to be that she thought Big Ive was 5 and of Kindergarten class age. She is only turning 4 on the 10th, so she has another year of pre-school here. Then the mother commented that she was a tall girl, also. I smiled and said something along the lines of, have you met my husband? She smiled back.
We are planning a birthday party for Big Ive, later in April. This will be the first time we’ve had a kid-party. Ever. And I think we’ve only ever been to 1 other kid party. I’m concerned about doing it ‘right’. How American do I make it? How thoughtful to the Germans do I make it? Will any German kids even show up? What if ALL of the kids we invite show up out of sheer curiosity of ‘the Americans’?
I’ve lost track of how many times we’ve watched the movie Frozen in the past week. A friend let us borrow her copy. The German language DVD comes out in about a week, which I am planning to buy for the girls. [[EDIT 07.04.2014: I ordered it on amazon.de so it should be here soon.]]
LOML and I have decided that if the girls are going to watch TV it should be German language TV shows. That way we can call it education and not feel so bad about the screen time. Ha! Our landlord is working on getting us German TV instead of the military cable we’ve had (which stopped working a few months ago and we’ve yet to troubleshoot why. No big loss, we didn’t watch it much more than kid shows anyway.).
LOML and I joined the gym in a German village about 5 miles from our house. We’re probably the only Americans with a membership. The gym is pretty cool. They have a full sauna (with 3 or 4 different sauna rooms) and everything.
LOML bought me a FitBit. Did you know they can help track your sleeping, too? Not sure of the accuracy, but it sure is interesting to see it every morning on the computer.
Lastly, I am not a fan of the Daylight Saving Time change that happened here in Germany on Sunday. From what I’ve heard, it doesn’t save any energy and actually causes more accidents the weeks after the change. Where’s the world petition to end this nonsense?
07.04.2014 We got the girls a sandbox for the backyard and our Landlord let us put it under a big tree by the swing set. Big Ive was making sand castles from her star-shaped bucket today and she told me 2 were for Queen Elsa, 2 were for Princess Anna and the big cobble stone she put in there was the mountain that Christophe had to climb.