Bibble Bop

Bibble Bop. Isn't that a great little phrase? It's Johanna's word for rain. It's so cute when she says it too. It did a lot of Bibble Bop Friday and Saturday. Like ALL day. I about went crazy on Friday. We had to find a lot of things to do in the apartment including hallway ping pong.

Johanna (and I) got yelled at the other day. I bought her a long umbrella (she calls it her cane). She was dancing around with it- nothing crazy- while we waited for the bus. An older lady (with her own cane umbrella) walked by and as she got closer to Johanna she apparently got concerned that Jo was going to hit her or something and started speaking harshly in German. Jo did not even notice. I started giggling silently when the lady turned to me and let me have it. I wanted to respond with “shows you, I don't speak German!” but I just shrugged my shoulders. I have to say that I would have been mortified if Jo had been anywhere close to being in this lady's way. 

As we walked back to the flat from grocery shopping on Saturday (I made it to Aldi's! It really is cheaper! Not cheap, but cheapER!) I decided to check the mail. No reason to check it, not expecting anything, but I peaked in the box and found an official looking letter. I figured it was junk but opened it just in case. It was in German, of course, but I could tell that it was from the School Administration and it was about Jackson. I brought the letter to church to ask an acquaintance to tranlate it and it turns out that the Administration wants to know what kindergarten Jackson is enrolled in because according to the law he is of age to be in kindergarten. We just paid a crazy amount of money for him to go to Spielgruppe, but part of me wants him to go to kindergarten. And not just because he would go everyday for a few hours, but I think it would be a really neat experience. He may not go, everyone I talk to about it think I should just explain how we are leaving at the end of February and they'll just leave him be, but I kinda just want to play along as long as Jack is handling it well and it's not stressing him out. Stay tuned... PS the Spielgruppe instructor is pretty nice and I think I'd get at least part of my money back.

Eli turned 2 months old on the 29th. Here's some shots to commemorate.

 Here's his smile...kinda.