Brightwood Lights

For those who are unaware, this is the year of weddings for our family. Between November 2009 and September 2010, we have 3 cousins and 4 siblings getting married. Not only are we attending six of the seven, but we also have “roles” in five of those six. Caleb ushered in his cousin’s Iowa wedding back in November and read Scripture in my sister’s wedding in Georgia in May. He will also be a groomsman for his brother’s wedding in Iowa in August. Simona made a dazzling flower girl for my sister’s May wedding in Georgia and my older sister’s June wedding in Oregon. She will be making repeat appearances at the August/Iowa wedding and at my youngest sister’s September wedding in New York. I am a bridesmaid in all three of my sisters’ weddings. We were “just guests” at my cousin’s May wedding in Maine and were unfortunately unable to attend my other cousin’s June wedding in Germany.

Confused yet? Overwhelmed by all of it? Just think of my parents- three brides in four months!

Despite all of the jokes about wedding marathons, wedding burnout, etc., we have enjoyed immensely the chance to be involved in such a major life event for so many people we love dearly. Plus, we’ve loved getting to see our extended family (especially on my side!) much more frequently than we normally would.

Here is the report on the first of the 2010 weddings.

L&S, May 8, 2010, in Peachtree City, GA
My co-middle-sister got married days after we moved to the Peach State. We joke that her wedding was so important to us that we brought everything we own when we came down from DC. My parents’ house was full of friends and family for several days, and we had a great time visiting with them. More importantly, it was a great privilege to be involved in the union of Linda and Sam’s lives. Caleb is thrilled to finally have a brother-in-law, as the female-skewed family is finally starting to balance out.

Caleb and I were drafted into helping with “Kranz binden,” or binding the wreath that is traditionally placed around the doorway of a marrying couple’s home. (A similar wreath is made by friends & family to mark milestone anniversaries, too.)

The wreath:

The official wedding festivities began Friday morning with a bridesmaid brunch at my parents’ house.

After getting our nails done (a rare occasion for me!), we had a short break before convening at our home church for the rehearsal.

This was followed by a beautiful, fun rehearsal dinner, which included the bridal party and family.

After the rehearsal dinner, we all headed back to my parents’ house for the Polterabend, which is the traditional German party that takes place in the days before the wedding. Typically, the wedding itself is attended only by the innermost circle, but the Polterabend is a more casual event that includes neighbors, colleagues, and casual friends. Guests break porcelain dishes on the doorstep of the marrying couple, an act which supposedly brings good luck. The couple then sweeps up the shard as their first act of working together.

Wedding day itself brought another full day of activity for the ladies, while I hear the men enjoyed a relaxed morning followed by a leisurely lunch. (I still think we had more fun, though. . . and hey- it takes time to look as good as we did!!)

Hair and makeup were first on the agenda:

After lunch, we got to put on our beautiful dresses for some pictures.

We headed over to the church for an elegant ceremony. Simona did a knock-out job as a flower girl, and the bride and groom were stunning.

The evening concluded with an amazing reception, complete with great food, a rocking band, and a happy couple.

Congratulations to the newly weds! We wish you many, many years of happiness. Welcome to the family, Sam!

In order to fully update the blog, I have to do a massive wedding report. Massive. I already have three weddings to chronicle, two of which are sister weddings and thus deserve their own posts. The third was a cousin’s wedding in Maine, and a trip to Maine probably merits its own post, too. Those updates are in the works, but going through literally thousands of pictures (taken by friends, family, and professional photographers) is nearly a full-time job. Stay tuned for more on those, but for now, I will skip ahead to how the kids are doing. (Andreas’s post will follow shortly.)

The big news for our big girl is that Simona turned FOUR years old in June. We can hardly believe that we only have one more year before she has to go to school full-time.
Her celebration was somewhat muted as compared to last year, when we had a “family” party in Iowa on her actual birthday and a joint “friends” party with Caed, a neighbor & classmate whose birthday is the same week.

This year, we began the day in German fashion, with a table decorated with fresh flowers and a special breakfast. Her choice was to make pancakes with her Papa, and we enjoyed them with blueberries, applesauce, and mango juice.

Afterwards, we piled into the car for the drive to Peachtree City, where we spent the day watching World Cup Soccer, swimming, and celebrating her birthday again with more family. Her great-grandma, great aunt & uncle, and grandparents were all too happy to share in the party, complete with the “blueberry & vanilla, green-pink-and-purple” cake she requested. She opened plenty of gifts and cards and overall had a great day. (Thanks to all who made her feel special with calls, cards, and packages!)

Another recent Simona milestone was her second-ever haircut. Because she took the first two years of life to grow a full head of hair, it’s taken quite a while to grow her hair long, which is how she wants it. This was a 3 inch trim, again performed in “Salon Mama.” It turned out pretty well, but we forgot to take an “after” picture!

The other major highlight for Simona this summer has been SWIMMING. The girl spends so much time in the water, she may soon grow flippers! Between the pool at our apartment complex, the pool at my parents’ house, swimming lessons at a public pool, and the lake at my parents’ lakehouse in Alabama, she spends HOURS every week in the water. Her group lessons have been a fun chance to interact with other kids, and she has learned a fair amount; however, I think she won’t quite be a fully proficient swimmer by the time the end next week. No fear, though- it won’t take long before she’s fully morphed into the Little Mermaid she would love to be. A few pictures of her water adventures:

Swimming with Papa:

Kicking at swim lessons:

Swimming at the lake:

On the jet ski with her Opa:

Overall, Simona is a funny, smart, caring girl. She loves to take care of her little brother, adores being told stories, and chews gum any chance she gets. She is a girly girl, accessorizing her outfits, asking for make-up, choosing to wear dresses, etc., but she also enjoys running and climbing at the playground, riding her bike, and watching herself do a silly dance or make a silly face in front of a mirror.
Life is not only roses with a four-year-old at home, as she understands EVERYTHING and can no longer easily be redirected or distracted. We can see our own parenting flaws when she mirrors our poor behavior, challenging us to be more patient, gracious, and loving in our interactions with her and with others. She is discovering more of the world every day and constantly asks not only “why?” questions, but also “what if. . .?” questions. We are amazed and privileged to be witnesses and number one fans to our sweet Simona.

So. . . this story is a few weeks old now, but it is funny nonetheless.

In July, a good friend emailed a group of moms and asked if anyone wanted to go peach picking in early August.  Now, I am ashamed to admit that, despite being from PEACHTREE CITY in the PEACH STATE, I had never been peach picking before.  And since I do love peaches, I figured a Friday spent picking peaches in the fresh non-city air would be fun.  So I replied that I’d be up for it.

Come Peach-picking Eve, however, I realized that the next day was going to be a *mite* crazy.  I was scheduled for a 20-mile marathon training run, and we were supposed to meet in rural Virginia at the orchard at 10:30 AM.  Little did I realize that the orchard was an HOUR AND A HALF drive from our house, which meant loading up the kids to head out by 8:45 AM.  But by then, I decided it was too late to back out on my friend, despite Caleb’s urging me to reconsider.

The next morning, I overslept and did not end up with time for my long run.  That meant another day of hydrating and mentally preparing to run 20 miles.  In the meantime, I got the kids ready and headed out the door remarkably punctually, since I had an extra few hours in my morning.  We made a quick stop by the gas station to fill up, and somehow I managed to spray gas all over myself in the process.  After a brief debate about whether or not to run home to wash off, I opted to wipe down with baby wipes and continue on my way.

The peach picking itself went fairly well.  Minor “episodes” included Andreas eating part of a leaf and a handful of dirt, but otherwise, the morning in the countryside was great.  The drive was indeed a bit much, but I was feeling pretty good about the whole outing. . .

Peach Orchard
   

. . . until I got home.  And realized that I had about 50 peaches, 15 tomatoes, and one HUGE zucchini to deal with.  I didn’t have any “canning” supplies, so I spent HOURS over the next few days looking up recipes for peaches, zucchini, and tomotoes.  Caleb gamely helped out in the kitchen, though I doubt having “bake night” for 3 or 4 days in a row was his idea of a good time.  We mashed and froze peaches for Andreas; ate LOTS of peaches ourselves; made zucchini bread, peach pie, and peach-berry cobbler (twice); and STILL had peaches to use up.  Some went bad, but we made a valiant attempt to not let any go to waste.  We suffered from a terrible fruit fly infestation (that I think we have just about under countrol now), and there were even a few ants appearing in our dining room.  I felt incredibly domestic. . . and I think Caleb just felt incredibly like he did not want to deal with ANY more peaches.  His estimate is that between driving, picking, looking up recipes, baking, cooking, freezing, mashing, etc., we probably spent a good 20 man hours on those peaches.

    
Moral of the story: If your gut AND your husband tell you it’s not such a great use of your time, you should probably listen.

The unseasonably cool summer has given way to the steamy, sultry weather typical to DC at this time of year.  Another season of interns and congress and everyone else escaping the city, while those of us left behind muck through the stagnant, oppressive heat and look forward to the return of crisp fall air.

As a child, I eagerly anticipated the return of the school year.  I loved finding out who my teachers and classmates would be, planning what I would wear for the first day of school, shopping for new binders and notebooks, and wondering if my friends would even recognize me with my new perm / braces / haircut / tan /etc.  (Shockingly, they always did.)

And, truth be told, I have finally- at the age of 28- admitted to myself that I am a nerd.  So I confess that I enjoyed the routine of the school day, the busyness of extracurricular activities, and even the challenge of learning Spanish / geometry / world history / grammar etc.

This year, I look forward to the end of summer because Simona will restart her “school year” at Little Learners Playschool.  Though I have absolutely loved having week after week with absolutely no structure to it, I am ready for a return to a bit of a “routine.”  Don’t get me wront- I have loved the relaxed mornings at home while Andreas learns to crawl, Simona dances to “Muffin Man,” and I do chores around the house.  Time at the playground has also not been scarce, and we have done our share of museums/ (water) spray parks/ zoo outings/ recreation center visits/ playdates with friends.  And we won’t be THAT busy with school two mornings a week.

Still, it’s time.  I need the routine of “having” to be somewhere on a regular basis, and Simona will benefit from seeing her little friends on a set schedule.  We will all be forced to be a bit more efficient about getting ourselves out the door some mornings and about using our time wisely, which encourages discipline and order.  (In addition to embracing my nerdiness, I have also embraced my German half and believe with all my heart that “Ordnung” is a good thing!)

I’m hoping that my rediscovery of discipline will include greater consistency in my priorities and better time management.  And, for you, my few but faithful readers, I hope this will translate to more frequent updates of the “photos” page.

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Other thoughts:  I started to write a really heavy post about some issues a few friends of mine are going through, but I didn’t have the emotional energy to do the subjects justice.  Let’s just say that a few friends are struggling with issues relating to childbearing and could really use prayers and positive thoughts.  These people and their challenges weigh heavily on my heart, and I am humbled by the lack of control we have over the situations life throws our way.  Savor every silver lining, but cry with every friend who’s hurting.  Painful, but real.

Simona, like all three year olds, is quite imaginative these days. She makes up stories, songs, and all sorts of fake friends, words, games, etc.  It’s usually pretty funny, and overall, I enjoy listening to whatever might come out of her mouth next.

About two months ago or so, Simona started stopping to pet her “monkeys” that live in the trees between our house and the playground.  She always invites me to pet “Bilowa” or “Minkowna” or whatever name she makes up on the spot, and if I don’t pet the precise leaf she indicates, she’ll correct me and show me exactly where “Bilowa” is.

Cute, until you realize that there are about 30 trees between our house and the playground.  And that by the time we are on the way home, we are all hot, fussy, tired, hungry, and ready for lunch & naps.  Stopping to pet monkeys gets quite tedious, so I’ve had to limit the number of monkeys we can pet on the way home.  Recently, a fellow mom walked home with us for lunch.  Along the way, she and her daughter got to help pet monkeys, so eventually I told Simona that we would only be stopping for one more monkey.  Since I told Simona that in German, I translated it into English for my friend’s benefit, so she’d know she wouldn’t have many more to pet.

She just laughed and said (in her wonderful British accent), “Brilliant, isn’t it?  Did you ever envision being a mum would involve implementing the ‘One Monkey Rule’?”

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Update:  Some June pictures are up.  Pictures from Simona’s birthday & our trip to Iowa will be up soon, and July pictures will follow hopefully soon thereafter.