Relatively Well

That's how we're doing. Relatively well. Living in a hotel is going relatively well. The boys take their naps and sleep at night relatively well (although I think Zeke would do a better job if he didn't have Deacon keeping him up and waking him up at times). The cat is doing relatively well being cooped up all day and night, and having to be put on a leash. Stress levels are pretty low and meltdowns are pretty non-frequent. I'll say it again. Things are going relatively well.

Today was our last day at chapel here. It was...fine. We managed to slip out without anyone making any kind of announcement about it, even though my friend, Laura, tried. When the chaplain started his set-up for his sermon, he said how Laura had whispered to him on her way to children's church that it was someone's last Sunday and he didn't want to miss that. BUT his mike wasn't on yet, and he's a soft talker, so no one really heard him, so we didn't have to acknowledge that it was us, and he's getting up there in age, so he forgot as soon as his mike caused some MAJOR feedback. Nice try, Laura, nice try. I did say goodbye to my three friends who were still there, so that was enough for me. No big to-do's or hard goodbyes. Just slip out quietly.

Yesterday we went to Karlstadt. Oma and Opa's oldest son, Uda, owns and operates a guesthouse/restaurant there, and we've been promising for five and a half years that we'd go check it out. Yesterday was the day. We packed up the boys after morning naps and drove the 40 minutes to Karlstadt. We went to say goodbye to Oma and Opa too (and to give back the keys to our place since Josh forgot to bring them with him on Friday when he turned the apartment back over).

This weekend is a huge food fest that all the food establishments on the street set up tables and booths at. I must say, the food at Uda's place is phenominal. Oh, it was so good. Deacon, who we've decided is part monster or beast of some sort, sat with Josh and ate for an hour straight. Just french fry, after noodle, after piece of chicken, after whatever else was put in his face. Marienne, Uda's wife, also gave Deacon his first taste of soda (Sprite).

Zeke, found the fountain to be more entertaining than the food and promptly drenched himself. So, while Dee Dee and Daddy ate and ate and ate, Mommy and Zeke went looking for some new clothes for Zeke since it was a cool day. I found a cute three piece outfit (hat, shirt and capris - because that's how Europeans roll) in a little German grocery store. The grocery stores here are outrageous. You NEVER know what you'll find and where. I mean, who keeps underwear and bras next to pickled beets? So, I bought this outfit and changed him right there in the store, so he would be nice and dry. All in all, a good day. Of course, as we left, Josh commented on how we should have gone out there earlier in our time in Germany so we could have visited it more often. Oh well.

Now, we're figuring out our last two days here and all that needs to be done before we fly on Wednesday. How crazy to think that our time in Germany is truly coming to an end.