Happy belated Mother’s Day to all of you moms out there! We went to a folk music festival for Mother’s Day. I’ll write about that in the coming days.
Last Wednesday evening, our friends Louise and Jeremy dropped off Rosebud’s playmate, Aby, for a couple of days*. Louise was scheduled to be induced on Thursday, and finally her new son Christofer James arrived on Thursday evening! We got to meet Christofer on Saturday afternoon in the hospital in Garmisch-Partenkirchen.
Look at the cute baby!
Garmisch-Partenkirchen has in interesting history. Jeremy told us that originally, there were two towns, Garmisch and Partenkirchen. In order for Garmisch to host the Winter Olympics in 1936, the towns had to unite in order to be large enough to accommodate the visitors. Today, most people just call the town Garmisch, annoying the people on the Partenkirchen side of town. Garmisch-Partenkirchen is also known for the Zugspitze, which is Germany’s highest peak at 2,962 meters (9,718 feet). Where we live, you can always see the mountains, but Garmisch is particularly special in this regard because of the Zugspitze. The mountains give the town an incredible backdrop. In fact, from Louise’s hospital room, you could easily see the Zugspitze!
While we were visiting Louise and Christofer, both Rosebud and Aby were getting antsy. We decided to go for a walk behind the hospital. The weather was perfect!
And finally, a family portrait:
*Our visit with Aby went really well, but I was pretty tired after watching both Rosebud and Aby (she’s two). I have a funny story to share about the visit: I was in the kitchen with Rosebud, getting dinner ready. David was downstairs, as he had a phone conference. Aby was with me in the kitchen, but at one point she walked out of the kitchen. The next thing I knew, I heard water. I immediately rushed to the bathroom which is right next to the kitchen and discovered that Aby had turned on our bidet. There was water EVERYWHERE. And the look on her face told me she knew she shouldn’t have done that. She understood when I asked her never to touch the bidet faucet again. And yet, how can you really be angry at a two-year-old for being curious about the faucet? Even though I was annoyed, I couldn’t help but feel slightly bemused.