Sticker shock

Today, I visited the bank to organise the tuition payment to the girl's new private school in Paris.
The bank guy was young, maybe 25 years old at most.
When he saw the amount, his eyes widened.
"Did they forget a decimal?"
Um, no.
His shock intensified.
"For how many kids?!"
2.
Eyes as wide open as possible now.
"For how many years?!"

Stephanie's painting

Look what our sweet Stephanie painted oh-so-carefully.  Every choice made was hers.  She painted so delicately and deliberately as she set her scene.  She explains the sky as "changing weather".

Ellie says

It's been a while since I've posted an Ellie says, mostly because as an older kid, she doesn't toss out as many quotables these days.  Except lately.  This week in particular, I've noticed her communication is frequently peppered with "Yeah, I know, right?" in a very teenager-esque way, so cool and flippant but without a hint of irony.  For example, today has been unpleasantly warm (a storm is coming).  Finally, a breeze has kicked up.  I commented on how nice it felt at last, and she nodded conspiratorially and gave me a casual "Yeah, I know, right?"

I have no idea where she picked this up.  It has definitely come from someone outside our house.  But really, it makes me smile.  This cool, flippant teenager-esque seven-year-old girl.

 

A self-aware girl

When Stephanie got her ears pierced, she did so with a fierce certainty that it was what she wanted.  She didn't even flinch when the girl at the piercing stand in the mall popped each earring in place.  She was so proud we had to stop strangers to show those earrings off (for days afterward).  While Ellie wailed and fought and struggled with nightly cleaning, Stephanie was ready and cooperative and accepting of the process.  She wanted new earrings to wear and change and show.

Then, we changed her earrings for the first time...and her ears became slightly infected.  I learned later that this is to be expected (happens to almost everyone I've asked).  As soon as I noticed, we changed them back to the original piercing earrings and upped our cleaning regimen.  The infection passed quickly, but it left her reluctant to change her earrings again.

I knew we needed to take her earrings out again for a good clean, and I had prepped her for that for days.  She likes to know what to expect.  I told her when we would do it.  She looked nervous, but didn't object.  Last night was the night.  The woe was epic.  I hadn't anticipated the dread and concern she had worked up in opposition to those earrings coming out again, but she cried for over an hour (well after the deed had been done) and refused to put any earrings back in at all.  When I pointed out that her holes would close and she wouldn't be able to change her mind, that we wouldn't let her try again until at least another birthday had passed, she accepted that with teary resignation, admitting,

"I just wanted earrings because Makenna has them.  I don't want them for myself."

Such self-awareness in such a young girl knocks me over.  It's just how she is.  She is such an old soul. It doesn't really surprise me anymore, but it does and she does amaze me, every day.

Happy Birthday to Papa!

Papa is 43 today!  I remember his 20s!  Where did the time go?

Since his birthday is on a busy Monday, we celebrated in our family tradition on Sunday, starting the day with cake (in his case, Geburtstagbrezel) and presents.
Papa is a tough guy to buy for because he really doesn't want stuff.  Papa likes experiences, so Mama planned a unique one!  I organized a sitter for the afternoon, so we could have a "Date Night" at a local glassblowing studio.  We each made a paperweight, an ornament and a drinking glass.













Each project built up skills needed for the next one.  It turns out blowing glass was hard work!





It was also great fun, and after the glass has time to cool properly, I can go pick up our projects.  They were still so hot when we left that we couldn't see the colours.  We can't wait to see how they came out!

Happy Birthday, Markus!

Immunization day

Our sweet Stephanie received a long-dreaded immunization today from our wonderful doctor.  When we experienced our pediatric debacle this summer, the immunization process there was so traumatizing that she has been living in fear of this one remaining immunization (I wouldn't let them continue after the two she received there; they were so harsh and scary).  Lately, she has brought it up a lot, so I figured we better get it out of the way.  I talked a lot to her about the gentleness and kindness of our new doctor, Dr. Ke.  I told her that the immunization itself would probably hurt a bit, but Dr. Ke wouldn't hurt her, that I trusted Dr. Ke and she could too.

Dr. Ke was as wonderful as I had expected.  She even drew a smiley face on the band-aid she put on Stephanie's arm.

Stephanie still cried from the stress of it.  And cried and cried after we were back in the car.  Poor mite.
I was so touched and proud to observe that while she was so very worried about it, she kept all her tears bundled inside her until we left the doctor's office.  She always tries so hard to be brave.

We went to the local bookshop and chose a new book as a treat and indulged in a chocolate chip cookie.

By the time we went to school an hour later, the stress of it was gone.  She was so proud, relieved it was over and so very proud she had been brave.  By the time I picked her up from school two and a half hours after that, she had found her groove.  She was asking me to tell everyone about her immunization, and she couldn't wait to show off her band-aid with the smiley face.  She even told Ellie that she is ready to get another immunization from Dr. Ke anytime because Dr. Ke is so nice and gentle.  Ellie was incredulous, but I had to smile.

Oh, this girl.

 

I know

With the girls are sharing a room, Markus and I take turns reading them their bedtime stories each night.  Tonight is Markus's night.  Their bedroom is directly over the kitchen, so I can hear his soothing voice through the ceiling as he reads them to sleep...and I know our girls have the best father in the world.