Thanksgiving Weekend

Here Will shows off his latest smile. He's always happy about exchanging teeth for cold, hard cash, and the tooth fairy didn't disappoint this time: he got a two euro piece for one front tooth!
Here is one of Maddie's latest poems:
Fall
One leaf goes tumbling down
and says "it's fun on the ground."
Six decide that they are brave
and they fall into a cave.
But the rest they say "my oh me"
and as they're pushed, they say "whee!"

Friday afternoon, we had the Gruse kids over. We lived in the back half of their grandparents' apartment when we came in 1998 with Maddie. Their mom and dad are the backbone of our ward here, and are in the middle of moving. So Esra, Maraly, Noomi, and Teresia came to play while their parents picked out tile for the kitchen in their new place (typically you move your whole kitchen when you move apartments, but they are leaving theirs and buying a new one that will fit the new house better). We ordered internet pizza and played multiplex: in theater one we showed the Unglaublichen (the Incredibles), in theater two we had Cinderella II playing auf Deutsch, in theater three we had Little Einsteins going in English.
This morning we went to the flea market at Tiergarten and ran into Cecil and John Schultz. Both Rob and I noted that it is more organized than the one in Vienna, which Rob attributes to its Prussian location and clientele. They had two stalls of vintage buttons, one of crazy hats, one for jackets, etc. I really wanted some salvaged door handles, but Sebastian was adamant that he be allowed to whine instead (I didn't think these were mutually exclusive . . . ).
So we left the flea market and walked through the Tiergarten. We happened to run into the Streetlamp Museum! It felt kind of C.S. Lewis in that there were random streetlamps from all over just stuck in the ground. Everyone liked this big one the best except me. I found one from Weserkirche that was my favorite with art nouveau butterflies and tulips on it.

We decided to ignore the umwelt for a minute and feed the birds some milchbrot. Sebastian was so into it that he'd shout every time he threw a piece and the birds would jump back. It was probably smart, because we've heard that swans can be vicious.

Then it started raining, we walked by the Rosa Luxemburg memorial, jumped the 200 bus and came home to put that Sebastian to bed!

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