Wow, I think this is the biggest break I’ve had since I’ve started the blog. But it doesn’t mean I wasn’t blogging! I’ve been busy knitting away so it only seems appropriate that I’ve been knit blogging more. OK, a LOT! I’ve even become a podcaster with some knitter friends!
My parents were here for a visit for a month and you would think that I would have the time to do stuff like post pictures or write a post but no, I didn’t. We did manage to do a lot of stuff. We went to Italy and stayed at the posh Cavallino Bianco hotel, the same kinderhotel that we stayed at last year. It was a lot of fun. It was nice to have my parents there too. We had a lot of fun taking them to “school” every morning. The first day was a nightmare, but surprisingly, after that it was fine. It wasn’t easy in the hotel room - now that they are more mobile and active, it took a long time for them to go to bed. They enjoyed the pool a lot. So much so that I’m looking into swimming lessons for them in the fall. Rowan even went down the slide with Michael 3 times and he would come out disoriented but wanted to go again. Elijah would go to the top of the slide but then quickly turn around. The kids play areas are just fantastic, the best we’ve ever seen! The mascot is Lino the mouse and every day he would make an appearance and it scared the boys in the beginning, but then later they looked forward to seeing him. We even took a horse and carriage ride through the beautiful valley that was fun too.
We also went to Heidelberg to visit a friend. The town itself is too touristy, but it had a really nice street filled with little shops. My mom bought 1 euro cars for the boys and they played with them non-stop. They really liked to throw them on the ground and watch it fall apart and then cry when it couldn’t be put back together. We had a nightmare of a time getting back. The boys were tired so we decided to go back early, it cost us 50 euros to change, then we missed the connecting train, so we had to go to another station and then finally catch the train to Munich. The boys were so tired that they fell asleep while I carried them. But not before screaming and crying and throwing a fit. Elijah was so tired that at one point he just lied down on the ground in the middle of the street (pedestrian street) and my dad just stood over him waiting for him to be done. He refused to move. So many people stopped and asked if he was ok and my dad had to say “yes, yes, he’s fine” but of course they didn’t believe him. When I caught up with them, I saw Elijah and he really looked like he passed out. So many people were just staring… Then I said “milk!” and his little head popped up, he got up so quickly and came into starbucks for his milk. Then fell asleep in the chair. Poor baby. Heidelberg was also so hot and muggy and our hotel had no air conditioning, so it was almost unbearable. We had to keep the windows open for the air to circulate and so it was so loud and the boys stayed up until midnight because they were so happy to be out with the adults. So even less sleep. But then we went home and everything was fine. Thank god I brought the laptop and Nemo, what a lifesaver! We even managed to get a 1st class cabin on the train because the operator felt bad for us having screaming unhappy kids!!! At least there’s THAT!
Michael and I also took a vacation of our own. It is really rare for us to have overnight babysitting, so we took advantage of it. We went to the Cinque Terre area in Italy. It was also super hot there. But at least the Italians know how to serve cold drinks! We hiked between the 5 towns and stayed at two of them. We were going to stay there the last night but decided to head back where there were less tourists. Cinque Terre was just super packed with Americans, thanks to Rick Steves! I saw more Americans there than I have my whole time I’ve been in Munich. Seriously. It was a beautiful and very photogenic place, but I’d rather spend time in the dolomites where it is “unspoiled” by too many tourists. And also people speak German there. We were complete idiots when it came to speaking Italian, it was so embarrassing that we had to speak English. Oh well.
In Bolzano we went to the Messner Mountain Museum, which is something we’ve been wanting to do for awhile. When we originally came here in 2001, we were thinking about it (at the time they didn’t have one in Bolzano, only in Juval, which is 30 minutes away by car). Last year, the museum in Bolano opened so we went to that one. And after being there only minutes, guess who we saw? Reinhold Messner himself!!! We were so blown away that THE MAN was actually there. We were the only ones acting like teeny-bopper teenagers spotting a celebrity. Everyone else was like ‘whatever’! Even the people sitting right next to him had no idea who he was, which we thought was so funny. We wanted to get a picture with him, but he was eating lunch so we didn’t disturb him. The museum was very neatly laid out - all within a castle. I was too hot to go up and down stairs, so I just went through parts of it. But Michael was in heaven - THIS is a museum he can handle! He knew so many of the people on the walls - not personally, of course, and he thought it was so neat that they have a place there.
Those were the big things that happened. As for the boys, they are talking more but I’m still concerned that they’re way behind so I set up a doctor’s appointment to get their speech evaluated. Still have no kindergarten place yet… :( The boys called my parents both “papa” even though we tried to get them to say “grandma”. Rowan would sometimes, but then always revert to “papa”. My poor mom! But it was funny.
Oh it was so nice to have them here, they would get up with the boys and let me do whatever. My dad would cook all the time. My mom would do all the boys’ laundry and give them baths. I don’t think I even changed a dirty diaper during their stay! My dad would go out for long walks and come home and over exaggerate how far he walked. Towards the end, he started riding my bike and going even further. The first time he went out with my bike, he was only supposed to go out for 30 minutes. But then it was an hour and a half and we started to get worried. He didn’t know my address, phone number, nothing. So we were going to wait 30 more minutes before we would call the police. 10 minutes later he shows up! We were so relieved!!! We meant to go to a movie with the boys but didn’t. I never got up early enough to get them ready.
What else…I guess that’s it. I’ll try to be better about blogging!!! But I always say that…