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Rocks in a Box

by Toiny Westberry 27 March 2013
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Sunday night, getting all the stuff ready for school the next day, I was met with protests. “but Moooooom!  We don’t have school tomorrow.” What?  No school. Why?  What was going on.  Were they sure? “When we left on Friday they all said: ‘frohe ferien.’” Um.  Frohe ferien = happy holidays.  Oops. I googled the school […]

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Bicycle Mom

by Toiny Westberry 23 March 2013
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It is no secret they do things differently here in Germany.  We are here as a guest in their country, and I’m doing my best to adapt.  Some things are easy (ahem, beer), but some things are hard.  The hardest one for me is letting my kids go. In the last year of Kindy (preschool […]

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Weigh-me, Price-me

by Toiny Westberry 20 March 2013
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Oh, I know I’ll probably get some emails from concerned peeps that Dane will now be a smoker.  Sigh.  I can’t even say I disagree.  I can tell you that I grew up with fake cigarettes, and was the coolest, candy-smokingest, kid in my 5th grade class at Almaden Elementary school in San Jose, CA, and […]

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Min in Berlin

by Toiny Westberry 9 March 2013
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I love my new house.  I love being home. I hate unpacking boxes. I hate that every weekend is about unpacking the boxes.  Of course, it’s not all we do, but it is a lot of what we do and after 2 months it was time for a break. And what do you know?  My good […]

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Hey you! Yes you. How YOU Doin’?

by Toiny Westberry 23 February 2013
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I woke up this morning with a terrible hangover, completely unfair because I did not have a drop to drink!  It turns out it’s just a migraine.  Joy. Migraines make my days move slow and feel like I’m moving through molasses. It’s just surreal. This week I’ve left my camera at home. It’s cold & […]

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Frau VestberrY: Dispensing Magic like Merlin

by Toiny Westberry 16 February 2013
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Dane is having a hard time integrating into the new kindy.  It weighs me down and hurts my heart.  It is a very small village, all the kids have known each other since birth. Probably before.  I imagine them high-fiving through their mothers wombs.  It’s hard to break into this tough crowd. Thankfully he still […]

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He Drank the Koolaid

by Toiny Westberry 9 February 2013
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Wednesday evening, after the newsletter had gone out, Tess & I finally, successfully got milk fresh from the cow! Fresh, warm, creamy.  Incredibly delicious and a new, weekly, must-have, extra errand to run. In the meantime, it’s been snowing every day.  Not quite non-stop, but close. It is a stunning, breath-taking winter wonderland.  I’ve already […]

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Milking Cows. Part I.

by Toiny Westberry 2 February 2013
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Unlike Dane, Tess has settled into our new little village like a fish taking to water.  From day one she had new friends, and it’s rare to see her outside of the house alone.  Sometimes it’s rare to catch her alone in the house, though she’s taken to hiding in nooks & crannies with her […]

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Showers are no Fun

by Toiny Westberry 26 January 2013
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I’m not sure what possessed the former owners of our new home, but the shower, our shower, is a handheld-only kind of thing.  It’s not laying on the floor of the shower or anything, it’s neatly hanging on it’s shower holder-thingy.  But in order to use it on me, as opposed to watering the bathroom […]

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Five is a Bad, Bad, Age

by Toiny Westberry 23 January 2013
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Dane is five.  I’ve always said, with all six kids, that five is my least favorite age.  Throw in a big move, and five is really turning me upside down on a daily basis.  I can’t imagine how frustrating it is for him to be away from his school, his friends, his house and at […]

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