Life: Idiotropic

• A doodle bear that glows in the dark
• A doodle dinosaur
• A hand held fan
• A dry erase board with markers
• A sea shell to listen to the sea

I planned to take the girls to the zoo, but the rain had other plans. Still, Arianna was happy staying home. She played on the computer, colored, helped decorate her cupcakes, played, watched her choice of movie, and had a generally mellow, self-planned day. The highlight was going to the store where she got to bring her own money and buy something. The cashier was very patient with her as she tried to count out her Euro coins to pay.

The theme of the day was SIX and growing up. Arianna woke up a big girl and was proud of her transformation. In the evening we opened presents. She got her dry erase board and sea shell along with some art supplies and a couple barbies that she had wanted. Her dinner of choice was pasta from Il Genio's, then we had cupcakes for dessert. Those 6 candles went out quickly. And as the girls ran off to play, Arianna was telling her sisters which of her new birthday toys that they could play with. She really is growing up to be a beautiful girl inside and out.

... is a darling little white pony that Arianna rode on Wednesday and both Luci and Elise rode today. Luci was supposed to ride at three, but before we left, she said she didn't want to ride horses, so, I got Elise ready just in case with long pants and rain boots. When it was time for Luci's lesson, she was nervous and sunk back in her seat, so I asked Tanja if Elise could go instead, and sure enough, Elise was ready and all smiles. Circle after circle on Kentucky, Elise just grinned, loving every minute of it. After the very first lap around the large arena, Tanja stopped for a moment and said, "She has a new name. Sunshine!" And that's what she called Elise the rest of the afternoon. Eventually, we talked Luci into going on with Elise, and then after a little while, she rode alone. And when it was time to go home, Luci didn't want to get off the horse. She had a great time. Elise is really too young for lessons, but I'll ask if she can have some time to ride too since she loves it so much. Luci's all in now, excited to go back and ride Kentucky again.

Not related, of course.

Today I took a friend of mine to IKEA - an almost-necessity for anyone who's recently moved here, and an exciting adventure for most born-to-shoppers. I also took the kids which is great for them and just a little stressful for me. See, my kids love IKEA. It's not that they want to shop for a new kitchen or pick out new slipcovers, but from beginning to almost end, the store is filled with little predecorated rooms showing just how beautiful your home could be if you shopped exclusively at IKEA. The rooms are colorful and fun complete with chandeliers in some and fancy dishes in others. Some with toys, some with fancy beds, others with swivel chairs. This is like a dollhouse gone wild and my girls are the dollies. So, I show my saintly (ha, ha) restraint and patience while asking them in my nicest "in-public" mommy voice to please stop jumping on that bunk bed and no, those aren't your dishes, please stop licking them. The benefit is, of course, that I can hang ice cream over their heads. Not literally, but close enough. At the midway point in the store, is the restaurant - a place almost always packed with eaters of all ages. The kids get the kids meal there that includes a rather sweet plasticky tasting ice cream that keeps them, for a short bit, almost tranquil. (Hmmmm... I wonder what's in that ice cream anyway? This could be one for the conspiracy theorists...) Anyway... today I left with several bargains and it all fit in my mini-van - hooray!

This afternoon I drove by my favorite cows. They've had four new babies this year. Birthday, Tuesday, and Junior are black. Caramel is, well, caramel colored and the cutest of the bunch. It's been a while since I've posted a cow picture and we're still mourning the fact that "our cows" have not arrived yet in the field next to our house, so here's my first cow picture of the year - Caramel, about 4 weeks old.

Months ago, I'd decided that horses would be fun for the girls and also teach them discipline and calmness. My middle two, especially, could use some lessons in how to control their energy. They can't be crazy on or around a horse, so these lessons should be a bit therapeutic as well. So, Arianna and Tiara had their first horseback riding lessons this evening. Tanya teaches English-style riding, rescues horses, and also breeds and sells them. Her barns are enormous and she has horses of all sizes and one cow.

Aria was a little nervous and had a hard time sitting up straight on Kentucky, her little horse. She just kind of sat there like it was a pony ride, unsure really of what to do, but by the end, she was sitting a little better and getting a bit more comfortable.

Tiara, most likely due to her dancing, was a natural. She felt good on top of Holiday, the tall Nordrhein, and did very well trotting and galloping. Her legs were sore, but she loved the time and I think she'll improve quickly.

Luci will ride on Friday.

We're having unseasonably cold weather here. According to one German neighbor, the "siebenschlaefstag" foretold more cold coming this summer. This is a day, a seemingly random day in June, that is much akin to our Groundhog's Day in that whatever the weather is on this special day, that will be the predominate weather for the next 8 weeks of summer. Oh boy. Gotta love that. Just serve up a little bit of sun, a lot of rain, and extra cold on the side.

Tonight Tiara had ballet and we went for ice cream to pass the time. On a warm summer day, the Sittart markt would have been absolutely packed with people. Each restaurant would have been full with people spilling out to fill the sidewalk seating. This evening, the markt was like a ghost town. Restaurants open with only one table to serve and the space heaters on outside like it was January.

Still, we went for ice cream as promised. The little ones wouldn't let me go anywhere else despite the cold. We just sat inside. I enjoyed my usual cappuccino with a cookie and a small cone dish filled egg liquor with whipped cream on the side.

The walk back to ballet was nice as always. We took the little path behind Putstraat, looked for the goblin in the tree that my dad told the girls about one trip of his, looked at the chickens, and climbed up on the hill above Fort Sanderbout where the trees are espaliered and you can enjoy a beautiful view of the rooftops and a sneaky peak into some one's back yard and living room.

When there is a nice day, I really would like to go and sit outside with my camera poised so that I can catch the bicyclists going by. Here, it is not at all uncommon to see two adults on a bicycle. One peddling and the other sitting sideways on the back where a basket would normally sit on market days.

Summer break is here now, I'm trying to catch up on all the backburnered items from the year. That could take a small eternity, so I'm making an effort to do at least one fun, mommy-involved thing with the kids each day. Today was painting - always a favorite with all four, and, for me, it's really a treat to see the finished product as they always reflect the individual styles and developmental stages of my little artists.

We are Americans living in Germany.

Some days we fit in here - almost. Some days I truly feel that I am home. I drive all over the place comfortably. I talk to my neighbors. I stand on the sidewalk with all the others and clap during the Schuetzenfest parades. I don't feel conspicuous, usually.

But, we're still Americans. I don't speak the language remotely well. I don't read the paper much and can't understand everything I hear on the radio. Things go on around me all the time that I am unaware of - just because I am on the outside.

There are benefits... We don't pay tax on our oil. We get our fuel ration card, so we don't have to pay quite so much for gas. We have our little grocery store in Schinnen and our own American school. It's really a mix.

So, for those small things that I am able to participate in - even if I don't really "get it," I still appreciate the experience. The girls' schooling affords me these opportunities more than ever now. And, I'm learning. By the time we leave, I may even know a few things.

Today we had two times to share in those traditions - two times to celebrate with our children and try to feel inconspicuous.

Last night Luci spent the night at the preschool. The International Preschool is run by the German services on the base. Most of the teachers are German and they do an excellent job combining the American academic expectations with some German traditions. Since Americans begin traditional school a year younger and Luci's pre-kindergarten class is now moving on to that age when they will start at an American kindergarten, the teachers treat it as they would in the last year of the German Kindergarten (which is really more of a preschool). So, just as Arianna had her sleepover at the Heuhotel last week, Luci got her turn to sleep at her school last night. She was really nervous and asked her teachers if Arianna could stay with her. But, I convinced her to stay by herself and she did a great job. They watched a movie, read stories, ate pizza (she had chicken nuggets - doesn't like pizza), and took a walk in the dark with their flashlights!

I talked to Luci's teacher about it telling her how much I appreciate her doing the sleepover and how special it is. She told me that when a teacher goes to school in Germany to get her teaching certificate, they actually have formal training in how to do an overnighter with children. It is part of the tradition here, so any teacher working with this age group will do many, many sleepovers in their career. It is just part of the job. And, so they are prepared, organized, and make it really fun for the kids.

The next morning I picked her up and we all went to the IDH (International Dining Hall) for breakfast with her classmates and their families. It was a very nice morning and I was especially proud of Luci - staying by herself was really scary for her and she came home all smiles. The IDH had the traditional food... bacon, eggs, potatoes, hard-boiled eggs, toast with jam, meats and cheeses with brotchen, cereal, and... hedgehog sweetbread! They were adorable. The bakeries here can make bread look like just about anything!

This afternoon I baked chocolate chip cookies.

A few weeks ago, the director of Arianna's school told my friend, Holly, and I that they'd like to do an American-style BBQ for the end of the year party. So, we thought that hot dogs and traditional cookies would be great. The sign-up sheet went up not long after at the school asking ladies to sign up to bring either a noodle or potato salad. Confused, I asked if I needed to bring that or if I could bring cookies. "Bring cookies," said Tina, "and let the German mothers make the salads." Then she laughed and told us that she was learning sarcasm (something that most German's don't really have).


Holly brought hot dogs and buns, made chili and PB cookies. I made a HUGE batch of chocolate cookies, and, brought a bunch Hershey's kisses. I thought I was going to a small BBQ - in and out in an hour. Not quite. This was an event we were really unprepared for. It was huge. They had games set up and their big BBQ. It was crowded and hot. But, once people gathered, Tina spoke about the apple tree the students bought for the school, then all the vorschule kinder got a chance to water and plant the tree. Then the teachers all got out games and the kids ran and played. I loved the games. They were different.

Hildegard had gummi pacifiers tied on to string all ready to go. Each string had three, so she and another teacher held onto the ends of the string pulling it tight right above the heads of the three kids under it, then the kids without hands, would try to grab the gummi pacifier with their mouths and chew it off. The kids loved it and it was very humorous to watch.

The electric circuit was set up and the children had to run the metal object from one end to the other without touching the sides or the bell would ring. Arianna did a great job. Most of the kids made it ring on purpose enjoying the bells. A water table was set up with little animals tied with wire hooks, so the kids could "go fishing." Luci and Elise both enjoyed that activity and the teacher who ran it is Frau Gisbertz who will be Elise' teacher next year. She was very sweet with the girls. A ball toss knocked over animal faces, and there was a ball toss into egg cartons colored different colors. All the games were at least slightly different than those I'd seen at other carnivals, so it was fun and I'll take a couple ideas for use at my own kids parties or school celebrations.

Ok... I should have began with this... but. As we walked out into the back playground of the kindergarten, the first thing that I saw was not the large cone shaped grill, nor the crowds of people, nor the children's games, but the Bitburger beer in the hands of most of the adults there. I just never imagined going to a school BBQ and buying a beer. I didn't, of course, having not ever acquired the taste for that stuff, but I could have. 1 Euro for a beer. 50 Euro cents for water or apfelshorle.

The noodle and potato salads of various sorts filled an entire 6'+ table. An aversion to mayo prevented me from being too adventurous, but there was a delicious gnocchi salad with colored bell peppers, sauteed zucchini, and a light balsamic vinaigrette dressing. Definitely one to copy! My cookies went over well and many people tried the chili although spicy food does scare these people. They are just not accustomed to it. On the grill were hot dogs, pork fillets, and bratwurst. It all looked delicious.

So, that was the day. The BBQ went late and we enjoyed ourselves. The kids played and I conversed a little - ended up sitting at a table in the corner with other American friends hampered a bit to socialize too much by the language barrier. Intentions aren't good enough. If one person is uncomfortable with their language skills, then communications is challenged. And, in a big crowd, it's much easier to talk to the neighbor that you've known for years, than to talk to a foreigner. The people are kind and not generally unfriendly, but it does feel weird sometimes, to be there, and to not really belong. It's almost like watching a play. I hear the words and see the actions live in front of me, but instead of jumping on stage and being a player, I sit there and watch, usually entertained, but choosing quiet observation over active participation. Not always... but today, my participation was watching my girls participating and listening to Arianna speak German. She's getting pretty good.

Today was the Spring Fling at Tiara's school - the American elementary school. It's two hours of carnival type games and activities during which nearly 150 students are set loose to play and the teachers walk around with that end-of-the-school-year look of dazed relief. Arianna was able to attend with her old kindergarten class, but liked the freedom of having mom there so she could play where she wanted. The favorites, as usual, were the face painting booth and the bubbleology stations. Both Tiara and Arianna were encased in bubble - a sight that was really fun to see! They also had edible bubbles - another comedy to observe.





Tonight Lucienne graduated from preschool complete with cap and gown. The class sung and danced to classics like The Music Man, Twinkle Twinkle, and This Little Light of Mine. It was fun to watch and they all did a great job. At the end a teacher read aloud a story that they all had a audible part in. Luci was the bird, so every time the teacher said "little bird," Luci, sitting on a high step stool, rocked back and forth to make a squeaking sound. It was a little awkward, but cute.

After the ceremony we stayed for a BBQ/potluck with a delicious marzipan creme layer cake made by Cafe Schleypen that had a picture of the class on it. Luci got to eat the piece with her face on it!

Warning: This post does not contain any tidbits of German culture nor pieces of European quirkiness. It may; however, gush just a tad with a mother's pride. My little girl is growing up.

This morning I attended the awards assembly at Tiara's school where she graced the stage not one, nor two, but three times. For her class, she received the Leadership award - the second year now that her teachers have chosen her as the class leader in spite of her quietness. For academics, she received straight A's again this quarter earning an honor roll award for academic achievement all quarters this year. Then, she got the President's Education Award for Outstanding Academic Excellence, an award for 6th grade students who maintain a 3.5 or higher all quarters from 4th grade through 6th grade. It's a beautiful gold embossed certificate with a letter from President Bush. So, she's on her way to a greatness and we're already making notes on her volunteer hours and awards for college applications and scholarships down the road.

Tonight we attended Tiara's 6th grade promotion ceremony. The class sung two songs - Our Lives by The Calling and Proud To Be an American. They had a brief guest speaker, received their certificates of promotion, and per tradition, 6 students were chosen to read their poems entitled, "Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow." Tiara read hers aloud at the podium with confidence and poise.

Afterwards we enjoyed cake and fellowship. The kids ran around smiling and taking pictures. One of Tiara's best friends is moving away, so the moment for her was bittersweet.

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
By: Tiara Stahlbaum

Yes, I remember what it was like

Everyday having nothing to do but play,

Starting school and always being

Terrified on my first day,

Excelling in everything having my

Responsibilities growing,

Dreaming greatly about the future, and

Always wanting to grow up, but that was

Yesterday when I was young.

Today I have no time to play because I’m

Often too busy

Dancing, trying my best at what I like and want to succeed in.

As for today I am wanting to grow up just like

Yesterday when I was young.

Tomorrow is a new day

Opening my eyes to new experiences,

Making my life mine

On my own road,

Reaching for my goals in life,

Ready for anything,

Often wondering

What would it be like if I was little again, if I would take a different path or stick to this one?

So plans change and while I had previously pouted that three parties were going on without me, I really ended up at all three. Last night I stayed up late with Tiara and her friends and today we attended both the GK 25th Anniversary event and the Gillrath Schuetzenfest.

This morning I woke up to the sound of drums in the distance. A few minutes later, I saw the men of the St. Blasius Schuetzenbruderschaft dressed in their uniforms marching down the street together whistling, ironically enough, the theme song to Hogan's Heroes.

With the best weather in weeks and 6 girls at the house, I decided that we had to go somewhere and with the 25th anniversary event being a one-in-a-lifetime type event, I felt that I should at least drive to the base and see what was going on.


The traffic started just outside Teveren on the flightline side creeping along, but it did move, so the 5 minute drive from there to base became 25, but that was ok. Fields all along the stretch between the base and GK were filling with cars, crowds of people at the edges waiting for the buses to come through. The normal herd of black and white cattle were displaced with 50 cars or so in their stead. And a policeman at one junction checked IDs. We drove through without a problem, but those without base IDs were turned away. Parking was easy and the line getting into the event went quickly. Lines of planes were parked for people to look at. Pretzel stands, Haribo candy stands, and other eateries lined the flightline as did carnival style games and an area for kids with inflatable bouncing toys and a small carousel.

The girls all enjoyed a pretzel and played a little in the kids area. Up to that point, the crowds were not bad. The parade started, but we didn't stay to see it, instead we went to Hanger 2 for something to drink.

At Hanger 1 the crowds got thick because aside from the aircraft themselves, that was where the majority of the interest lie. Each nationality at the component contributed to this area with food and displays, things to sell and information booths. I had to stop at the Spanish tent knowing they were making paella. The pans themselves interested me. These pans make enough paella for 500 people. My friends told me that some villages in Spain will have one paella pan that is big enough to feed the entire village, so cooks will get up on small ladders with really long spoons to prepare it. This stand had the best deal there - 5E for a large portion of paella, bread, and a cup of sangria - I could eat that daily - it's so good.

Photos: 1) The dome and tail of the painted anniversary AWACS 2) My friend Julie with my four girls and Tiara's two friends 3) The girls by the Norwegian troll - the 2nd from the right was somebody else's 4) The complete 25th anniversary AWACS jet complete with appropriate masses of people crowding around it.


























After that the rest of my group got gyros and fries at the Greek tent, then we walked around the hanger looking at things sold and booths. The kids all got their photo taken by the troll at the Norwegian space and before we left we all stopped to hear Elvis - the French major who used to work here. He always does a great Elvis impression, but I think after several performances each day on 3 different stages, his voice today was starting to go.

Between walking around, eating, and taking photos, the time on base lasted about 3 hours. We were all tired and hot, but the girls wanted to go to the playground, so I allowed them an hour there before we headed home. Tiara and Monica played chess - they say it's harder on a large board like that, but they enjoyed it.

As we drove into Gillrath, the traffic slowed as the band and others gathered in front of the king and queen's house. By the time we got into our drive way, we could hear the music, so we hurried to the front to watch the parade go by. The house is that of the Koenigspaar - the King and Queen - i.e. the man who scores the highest in May's shooting competition and his wife. In this case, it was the man who scored second highest. My landlord's son-in-law scored highest, but the honor of king is an expensive with a lot of required parties to pay for, so they passed.

So, I had three extra girls last night. One left this morning. The other two stayed until 4 when I dropped them off with Tiara at another birthday party at the bowling ally. Then Tiara came home with me after bowling so she and I could have some mother/daughter time, the other two girls went to a movie with the party, then came back to our house at 11:30pm to stay another night.

Bowling was interesting. Two girls had some misunderstanding which led to not-talking-together, then tears, so, I, being the former yearbook advisor and knowing them all, met them all in the girls' bathroom (amazing how many emotional moments happen there), to give them a talk about friendship, then make them work it out until they were all hugging again. It worked, and soon they were all smiling again, having a messy soap bubble fight, then stacking themselves into this human pyramid.

Ok... so, this wasn't my party, but it was fun. We all watched "Can't Buy Me Love" together and stayed up until 0130 talking. At 1230, Monica thought she heard thunder, so I, realizing that it wasn't thunder, jumped up and ran to the dining room, then jumped out the window (sounds strange, but our front door automatically locks when it closes and our large window does not) and ran to the bus stop where I could see the large fireworks display from the base over the trees. This display was advertised as the largest in Europe this year. The girls all ran after me with blankets and we stood there for about 25 minutes watching the show. It was goofy, but fun and the girls won't forget it.

I'm really blessed with Tiara. Yeah, I have to be a mom and nag her to do her chores, but we are friends too. Seeing her friends reminds me how lucky I am to be able to say that. She and I talk, openly and honestly about things. We laugh and have fun together. Her friends were shocked that I'd jump out a window and watch fireworks at the bus-stop, but it was one of those moments. Later we all just sat and talked together. It felt great to be a part and I think it was good for those girls too.