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Vocab Friday: Geburtshilfe

Hello world. I’m writing to you from that strange other universe where parents of newborns exist in a hazy half comatose state of consciousness, unable to perform anything other than the most basic of life-sustaining tasks with any real precision or competence. I have passed the land of spontaneous crying and moved on to the…

Vocab Friday: Sauerrahm

One of the first challenges of moving to a foreign country is figuring out the food. Where do you get it? Why are all the cuts of meat completely different from the last place you lived? Why do you have to weigh all your fruits and veggies and bag everything yourself? Not to mention the…

Vocab Friday: It certainly does suck.

Welcome, friends, to the wonderful world of weisswurst! It is possibly the best breakfast food this side of the Atlantic (aside from pain au raisins, of course). These weird looking sausages seem to be pretty popular here in Vienna, but we were first introduced to them in Munich, where they are served with weissbier, sweet mustard,…

Vocab Friday: 21

This morning I had 4 hours all to myself, without The Babe tugging at my pant leg to read “Hokey Pokey Elmo” for the 500th time or smacking me upside the head with her sippy cup (yes, that really happened). Unfortunately, those 4 hours were spent at the lab, getting A LOT of blood drawn,…

Vocab Friday: First Geburtstag

Happy Monday! I forgot to hit “publish” on Friday, so you get your weekly Vocab a few days late. Which is OK, because it means I had a few extra days to rifle through the German/English dictionary to make sure I got this right: “Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag!” That’s what I said to The Babe…

Vocab Friday: Goodbyes and Hellos

  It’s time. Time for my third international move in 3 years. Time to sort through all my personal belongings and see if I can remember what’s in storage, what’s in my dad’s basement, and what needs to go in my suitcase. Time to mentally prepare for a 9+ hour flight with an almost one-year…

Vocab Friday: La honte.

Picture this: A gloriously sunny Saturday in Paris, with summer-like temperatures and perfectly blue skies. The kind of day for sunglasses and flip flops and lazy lounging in a park somewhere, preferably with a picnic in tow. Now picture us: two newbie parents, trying to profitez during our last months in Paris. We pack up…

Vocab Friday: Perdante

Have you ever tried to take a newborn on vacation? Well from my experience, it goes a little something like this: After nearly a month of sitting on the couch in the same pajamas doing nothing but breast feeding and watching “Doctors” on the BBC, your husband takes one look at you and decides that…