Donnerstag, September 15, 2005
I am a Mom.
So, today, I realized that somehow I have become a mom. It was a weird feeling. It surfaced today on the bus. I am sitting in one seat, Kathi is next to me, and I have the stroller balanced precariously against the seat with my foot. Kathi drops her thermos of apfelschorle, and it rolls under the stroller. I can't just lean over and pick it up, I have to shift the stroller, slide Kathi's stuffed rabbit out of the way, move her backpack (which I have strapped over my stomach) and slide my backpack onto one arm. I have to hand Kathi my mug of tea and nearly trip over the stroller as I pick up her thermos. A two-second process turns into a two-minute process.
At dance, Kathi starts crying. I bring her out side and console her and then bring her back to class. She wants me to stay inside and watch, but then she starts bawling again (remind you of anyone taking swim lessons, Mom?). I spend the rest of the 45 minutes dancing with eight three-year-olds. The teacher said it would help me to 'learn German.' We finally get back home about 3 hours after we set out (ah yes, the joys of public transportation!) and as I am emptying the dishwasher, I hear Kathi shout, 'Heather, my pants are wet.'
Oh joy. :)
I also learned today that German dolls are very different from American dolls. On an American doll, there is only a blank space between the dolls legs. German dolls have actual vaginas or penises. Kathi and I had to take home a girl doll today because she colored on it in kindergarten (preschool for German children)--her friend had to take home the boy (and was he a boy). When we got to schule, Henrik grabbed the doll and proceeded to show it to his friends.
Awww.... porno for kids ;-)
At dance, Kathi starts crying. I bring her out side and console her and then bring her back to class. She wants me to stay inside and watch, but then she starts bawling again (remind you of anyone taking swim lessons, Mom?). I spend the rest of the 45 minutes dancing with eight three-year-olds. The teacher said it would help me to 'learn German.' We finally get back home about 3 hours after we set out (ah yes, the joys of public transportation!) and as I am emptying the dishwasher, I hear Kathi shout, 'Heather, my pants are wet.'
Oh joy. :)
I also learned today that German dolls are very different from American dolls. On an American doll, there is only a blank space between the dolls legs. German dolls have actual vaginas or penises. Kathi and I had to take home a girl doll today because she colored on it in kindergarten (preschool for German children)--her friend had to take home the boy (and was he a boy). When we got to schule, Henrik grabbed the doll and proceeded to show it to his friends.
Awww.... porno for kids ;-)
# posted by Heather @ 5:14 PM 
