From a sunny fall trip to Domäne Dahlem, a nearby farm and farmer's market.
Lilah is potty-trained! One day she seemed unconcerned with accidents and bothered by trips to the toilet; the next she was calling down the hall as she ran to the toilet, "I have to go potty!" Until the chocolate chips in the cup by the toilet were gone, she had to go quite often, but now the cup is empty and she keeps track of her needs and gets herself to the bathroom whenever it's time. "Now I'm really a big kid!" she says proudly. Cole thinks it looks like fun too, and often follows us down the hall saying, "Gaby, gaby," (potty, potty). In the bathroom, he slides his hands on his thighs like he's trying to pull down his pants and squats on the wall next to the toilet. No recorded successes yet in his case.
Our kitchen is labeled "die Küche" and we also have "der Kühlschrank" and "der Mikrowelle;" Heather has been encouraging me to study her flash cards and help her review the parts of the body. So far it feels like I still have a long way to go, but I am eager to put in some effort and make a little progress. At least when the repairman came this morning to fix "die Waschbecken" (the bathroom sink) I was able to pick out enough of his words to know when to nod my head and feel reasonably confident that I wasn't being dishonest or foolish.
And I love running in the fall. The leaves are colored and different every day and crunchy on the sidewalk, the air is fresh and cool, and it's the perfect time to pray.
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