If we’re going to live abroad, I’m so glad it’s here.
Happy National Day, Luxembourg.
Here we are again.
Time to look at pictures from my cell phone.
On the way to Subway.
It’s our weekly tradition.
I saw this vintage bus in town this week.
It was so cute I wanted to sew curtains for the windows and put a hula girl playing a ukulele on the dashboard.
My engineer husband takes geometry and such very seriously. He got out a level to make sure that the flower basket hanging on the balcony railing is level. Me? I would have just eyeballed it and if one end wasn’t about to fall off, I’d call it good.
This little girl skips all the time.
Down the street.
Out of school.
I love this time of year because it stays light so late.
I snapped this one out our bedroom window at 10:59 p.m, right as the last plane of the night was about to take off from the Lux airport.
Her Lil Blue Boo dress from last year’s Father’s Day.
I’ll cry when she’s too big to wear it.
(And when she’s too big to ride on his shoulders.)
Remember when I told you about the trash and recycling procedure in our town? Well, look what came in the mail. Special bags and extremely specific instructions for the recyclables that they’ll now pick up at our house at 6 o’clock in the morning one Wednesday per month.
An after school ice cream to celebrate a great progress report from the teacher.
We’re so, so proud of her.
That’s a bit of our week. What did you do?
There’s something special between these two.
Can you see it?
They adore each other.
Happy Father’s Day to the best dad around.
You’re patient, gentle, witty and smart.
And you’re pretty fun to be around, too.
Thank you for all that you do for us.
You’re a rock star at your job and a great provider for our family.
Sometimes I think about how hard it can be to live in a foreign country, and then I remember that you live and work in a foreign country. But you do it all with ease and grace and humor.
And to my dad, Shawn’s dad, and Great Grandpa T-Car in the US:
“A good father is one of the most unsung, unpraised, unnoticed,
and yet one of the most valuable assets in our society."
Have I ever told you that I love to read?
Although I don’t do as much of it as I’d like these days, I have been known to stay up late into the night unable to put a book down.
Hannah loves to read, too. Well, technically, she loves to be read to since she can’t read yet. She also likes to look at the pictures and tell her own story.
When I was not much older than Hannah, my mom started reading the Little House on the Prairie series to me.
I recently started reading to her our first chapter book, or “the book without any pictures,” as Hannah calls it.
Hannah was immediately drawn in by the idea of a family keeping penguins at their house!
There have been a few words or references that I have had to paraphrase or stop to define for her, but for the most part, this book is completely understandable for a four and a half year old. We spend a little time reading each day - sometimes thirty minutes, sometimes just ten. It’s something we both really look forward to.
Here’s what else is on our summer reading list:
Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder
(Thanks to my mom for sending this to us!)
My Father’s Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett
Pippy Longstocking by Astrid Lindgren
GeekDad has a great list of books to read to kids under the age of 10. I’ll be checking this out when we finish up our summer reading.
Of course, Hannah still loves picture books and has quite a few favorites such as Pinkalicious, Fancy Nancy, Clifford the Big Red Dog and the Slinky Malinky/Harry Maclary series.
We recently did a book swap with a couple of girls in Hannah’s class at school and it was a lot of fun to read their favorite books and change up our routine.
(I think that the British moms got a big kick out of all of our cowgirl books.)
(Plus, I could listen to them say “Fancy Nancy” all day long.)
What about you? Reading anything good?
Alternatively titled: More Funny French Stuff, But This Time It Wasn’t Me.
This week I called the veterinarian’s office to make an appointment for our dog, Louie.
(We found a wonderful English speaking vet here in Luxembourg, but she is on maternity leave right now so we were referred to another.)
Me: Je voudrais un rendez-vous pour mon chien, sil vous plait.
(I’d like an appointment for my dog, please.)
(Do you speak English?)
Receptionist: Oui, un peu. I try.
I answered a bunch of questions, gave our name and the reason Louie needs to see the vet.
Blah, blah, blah.
Receptionist: Okay. Saturday ten o’clock.
What is the dog called?
Receptionist: Okay, yes. Wee Wee has been here before, no?
Me: Uh, yes. Actually, it’s Louie.
Receptionist: Yes, doctor will see Wee Wee Saturday.
Alright, Wee Wee.
Get your leash and put on a beret.
We’re going to the vet.
Here’s a little peek into our week via my cell phone.
There’s a really great park in Luxembourg City – I don’t know the official name, but we call it the Pirate Ship Park because there’s a massive pirate ship for kids to play on. There’s also a little splash park with streams, pools and waterfalls.
I think we’re going to be spending a lot of time here this summer.
Madagascar 3 in 3D in English with French and Dutch subtitles.
Funny movie, funny glasses.
Hannah tried to explain it to Shawn.
”Daddy, we wore silly glasses and the animals kept coming off the screen. I don’t know how they do that. I think they taught them some special tricks or something.”
You know you’ve found a great kennel for your dogs when you return home to find that the owner has delivered a million pounds of free dog food to your front door.
The scene of a great play date with a neighbor.
Another play date. This time with Hannah’s BFF from school.
And slightly less mess to clean up.
On our drive home from dinner tonight, Shawn spotted this tiny bit of rainbow as it was about to fade. We pulled over to look at it.
“That was nice of God to give us a rainbow, wasn’t it, Mom?”
It sure was.
This week I put my growing, but still limited – oh, so limited - French vocabulary to use and asked a stranger on the street for directions to the library.
She crooked her head to one side and stared at me like a dog who’s just heard a sound he’s never heard before. Then she kind of laughed and told me how to get there.
(I can understand what others are saying far better than what I can actually say.)
After we parted ways I realized that I used the French word for taste instead of the word for left. I totally reminded myself of the foreign exchange student that lived in my dorm freshman year who was always mixing up the words kitchen and chicken.
Be sure to let me know if you’re ever in the Luxembourg area and need some assistance in speaking with the locals.
I’d be happy to do the translations for you.