I want to have the time to write a long update about our trip to Germany – about how we were there over St. Nicholas Day and Duncan found his shoes filled with candy in the morning and then got a second lot of loot at Freya and Otto’s grandparents house where St. Nicholas had made another stop for them. I should write about the carollers that came by that evening, singing for more candy too, as Duncan was absolutely fascinated.
St. Nicholas Day Carollers
Or I could write about Duncan and Freya’s reunion. After six months it was as if no time had past – except that the kids are now talking and had long involved conversations – each in their own language. They even had a date, unfortunately chaperoned.
Duncan taking Freya out for a drink.
And of course we were there for Otto’s baptism, which was very special. He saved us all from getting too emotional though by filling his nappy approximately three minutes before he was christened with a very liquidy mix. First time in my life I’ve had poo leaking into my hands that I wasn’t genetically related to! I also managed to let Otto splash in the baptismal font, getting enough water on himself that in the pictures you might be able to believe that the big wet mark on his leg is just holy water. Poo notwithstanding, it was a very special thing to be there with him for his baptism and we know have a good story for his wedding (“remember the first time you stood up at the altar?”).
My Godson Otto!
But really this brief text will have to do because we’re moving in 6 days (eek!) and haven’t started packing yet. We got home from Germany Monday and Cory went offshore Tuesday at 5:45am. He’s back now and we’ve got six days to pack the house, organize the move (movers are booked fortunately), and somehow manage to not have a complete panic attack.
“No pictures! I’ll hold the camera for you…”