tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68903186872150360982024-03-06T00:00:31.688+01:00The Bad Vilbel Brose'sHeather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-19460878627994625842009-08-12T15:45:00.003+02:002009-08-12T16:02:11.453+02:00Horse Camp 2009<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369074299998530050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisyWAhEapjZPHjVysRUEff6dWu8Top0b5ouImJij-ugCuc0LNyyjow2OjhH0cqVrdopxFVGVEPjV00bR5Jzd-iFE-iRfpEb7q-ItEY8f0qW9qth4h5b8b4eZzx0lgUBpyzAqQ_DXqbgfUv/s400/024.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Ella and Hannah attended a week long riding camp last week. They had a blast and loved loved loved the horses. Mucke, Landlady, Altmeister, Goldy were the names I heard about all week long. Their favorite seems to be Mucke, because all the pics we have are with Mucke. There was even a mommy horse with her 2 month old foal. Cute! </span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSyBjEAKcEm-YiqAu4qr1j6XEoXmZfBDzP8xFaWQPk3975LaTwBJSfZZCQQ3E8Vu53QRdry_9Z6GnyI8B3ET2QQXAMTsJ4eXJte4soZDAI9Gz9p905FGr2IVOU2rrg4k1AuSsshRvZ55g7/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369074317649763506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSyBjEAKcEm-YiqAu4qr1j6XEoXmZfBDzP8xFaWQPk3975LaTwBJSfZZCQQ3E8Vu53QRdry_9Z6GnyI8B3ET2QQXAMTsJ4eXJte4soZDAI9Gz9p905FGr2IVOU2rrg4k1AuSsshRvZ55g7/s400/028.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Ella kissing Mucke</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5vLZ8B3NozSmUqimHJ1YImYjl_M3i_4IB9ryTeifSS4S1M5_69QAX_-MYgT_9UJ7Tntd-Zd3k2rqWmY-vkUCXoHQ-NqJpah0MN2N8vEGol-8toffzcVeVs5uPWJNqAxljDluSp2Pwwyx/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369074310740677602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5vLZ8B3NozSmUqimHJ1YImYjl_M3i_4IB9ryTeifSS4S1M5_69QAX_-MYgT_9UJ7Tntd-Zd3k2rqWmY-vkUCXoHQ-NqJpah0MN2N8vEGol-8toffzcVeVs5uPWJNqAxljDluSp2Pwwyx/s400/005.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisyWAhEapjZPHjVysRUEff6dWu8Top0b5ouImJij-ugCuc0LNyyjow2OjhH0cqVrdopxFVGVEPjV00bR5Jzd-iFE-iRfpEb7q-ItEY8f0qW9qth4h5b8b4eZzx0lgUBpyzAqQ_DXqbgfUv/s1600-h/024.JPG"></a><span style="color:#663300;">Hannah getting off after her little riding show.</span><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-16981723620056923522009-07-25T19:47:00.006+02:002009-07-29T20:14:50.188+02:00Hannah's circus/lost teeth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYUKjakMdORL5wrdDheWKdAOyFkHUFmObLC8tHPLFSXgwnJeeaUv79OVjE8WzUphgg2G3PUp8Zf0MxiM_am1pzZVaTcKTuLJ6cqcnbQYSSVe6vBvhDFkCbaqeOBgSFzlwhpvg4F_Iti_Y_/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362458038193966002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYUKjakMdORL5wrdDheWKdAOyFkHUFmObLC8tHPLFSXgwnJeeaUv79OVjE8WzUphgg2G3PUp8Zf0MxiM_am1pzZVaTcKTuLJ6cqcnbQYSSVe6vBvhDFkCbaqeOBgSFzlwhpvg4F_Iti_Y_/s400/028.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Here's my Hannah with a big hole in her mouth. Since this pic, she's lost even more teeth. I think she has 5 teeth missing right now, all right in front on the top and bottom. Makes eating corn on the cob very interesting! I think she looks absolutely adorable but she hates it! Think she looks like a freak-luckily for her, a couple are already growing in quickly. Ella is also still losing teeth-just lost one in Cuxhafen while vacationing with Oma and Opa. I'll have to wait a few days to see her new smile.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">The following is a video of Hannah's circus performance. She was a penguin, in case you're wondering. This was a project they worked on all school year. Hannah really loved walking on the tightrope, doing tricks in the trapeze and walking on these big balls which are in this video. </div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyEnM0NM-QKSqKjuaXFGayDJe6RB18tl7gS4hGyBQuf58mBfcF0Ghw6QqZDQ7VeJQ-8gFoy51rRa4hLCMZH6Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-89046717610519777422009-07-25T19:29:00.004+02:002009-07-25T19:44:35.518+02:00Sarah is 3!<div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362451936112123730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyu7vC-DfxVT6RueC8-e-e3AU9icg_JgNwzzyrpXEWFYOUYT4oMm86Rj5AxChUySEmHvFsLyVXseTHr5ls8UrmzTJM8ZhF0Klhph9dGqa4Hi4v8NxENGAacNs4x21rXKpmbxn7j_6BwyFu/s400/008.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> <span style="color:#ff6666;">Sarah turned 3 in June. Here are the better late than never details! We had a fun party at the tennis club with all her friends. Yummy cake and cupcakes and fun times were had by all.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362453620836475250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpo63nttYeYSw0XcFB33DguNbcV6t2jgck_iC0cFVlGJPSOur8XORp2Am5js53AtKPKH__Ga2JXmdKEdOfz1U70fnAOxkt8ymAQqnfTlJUU67JQtR0PL1O7OcDIOTeriyh2yAJmQHX20CI/s400/003.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Marina, Sarah, and Louisa</span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362453609253698098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYVJtizpx7o9Obkag6Boa_sAA8R0BuaCcBCDQac7qDZt02WDbvkcMdjqzWY1dNVgl1g7TzY382PcDhYzXdfGevdciehsCnI77ZNuvleD3uZFB7sg6hoBBHtZHXAwIIPhsbB62EafLwCjW/s400/012.JPG" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Trying to blow out the candles before the wind does it for her!</span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></p>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-74504036026210168942009-07-25T19:12:00.003+02:002009-07-29T20:16:24.865+02:00Sarah riding her big girl bike!<p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyqlvJCINPqrVEgH7a3NAkYILvNDACqiYmeN4HU_VfHN_4a7YrDU2TSZhY3MwhRvgEXAwbnnMLC_15iEbKyGw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Sarah decided she was a big strong girl and ready to ride her big girl bike with no training wheels. It worked! You've gotta love the german bikes with no pedals that teach kids to balance. They make bike riding soooo easy. As you know from the last post, Sarah just turned 3 and I consider it a pretty big feat. She is super proud of herself and so are we. Ella and Hannah are gone this whole week at the North Sea with oma and opa, so they are in for a big surprise when they return! Go Sarah Marie!</span></p>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-65612603492199419132009-04-10T20:40:00.006+02:002009-04-12T16:35:42.112+02:00Trip to the Castle-Burg Stahleck<div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323807350768930594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MXslhJw-DOX1teycdQyFSfuGtIoE1V5uXA1UJp1M0V-pt2Fu7cHLXdkB10GzVHxBJMsyYH1cDHFZ5_Mg9akcg9yPO7xTuOS4-y6v2y6hBI9JSTedt3CyEFF0CFl3mNT8Hq2C8GhuiJcV/s400/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+006.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Last weekend, we had a fun adventure to a medieval castle on the Rhein River in a little village called Bacharach. Our family spent two nights in this castle turned youth hostel and had so much fun. Above is the entrance to the castle. Below is a view of the Rhein from the courtyard. This is also the view from our room. Dreamy!<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjldFBbE1KLtxs9Q6x7xuEHJS807N0JOJfujYE_gSVAA_nfHYcBrau_m5PMTX8jnA9aHxA7SgaiH2mPOgf8sBQ94S9LGrcOlRTc8b0BAKoj5xEDrJ4ssWWlxFYRfHfYUu9Os59n56SMRHXe/s1600-h/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323807358323492642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjldFBbE1KLtxs9Q6x7xuEHJS807N0JOJfujYE_gSVAA_nfHYcBrau_m5PMTX8jnA9aHxA7SgaiH2mPOgf8sBQ94S9LGrcOlRTc8b0BAKoj5xEDrJ4ssWWlxFYRfHfYUu9Os59n56SMRHXe/s400/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgea6GpsTrFcYT8YhEvEWLzNkRyVWV1tVTyKqkg8u-UjzBdU0rs025XB14ZbYNiUgCtXcjxkBWkMOvXKKheiQg0cB_HI1P0ENLDFMa8EPFvGIuGq7Xt2pf-hMRCGGa4Z5XKCNoySeBY2b61/s1600-h/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323807353809264546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgea6GpsTrFcYT8YhEvEWLzNkRyVWV1tVTyKqkg8u-UjzBdU0rs025XB14ZbYNiUgCtXcjxkBWkMOvXKKheiQg0cB_HI1P0ENLDFMa8EPFvGIuGq7Xt2pf-hMRCGGa4Z5XKCNoySeBY2b61/s400/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Above Sarah's bed was a little window once used by lookouts/guards. How cool!<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_DMEZHnPiHElYIuHclbOeIzYfmVJW9hCpMF3HzRzFtBsDBjsEjXhLCMI8Szyofa56hkWjgYMbFazCkMgQIhb9nnpwrDJEIv6a1-2-CAtMlSKOBvJH68517z96yiXJYkJtHhIEFca-q7PF/s1600-h/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323807349133707666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_DMEZHnPiHElYIuHclbOeIzYfmVJW9hCpMF3HzRzFtBsDBjsEjXhLCMI8Szyofa56hkWjgYMbFazCkMgQIhb9nnpwrDJEIv6a1-2-CAtMlSKOBvJH68517z96yiXJYkJtHhIEFca-q7PF/s400/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+034.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOy9bD-1pCA2mduPcLpEx-cDwHeCh_h4tq3tfiMj_j56gbxMmE2HCHNiyZFGs3dQAeODEEa5Dz3Km45bBfxHm6uuuYciW958mPR-FyLc2HflPEWvSKQP7kyKrN8H4fzTV7rllJze_-JuU/s1600-h/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323136641973454882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOy9bD-1pCA2mduPcLpEx-cDwHeCh_h4tq3tfiMj_j56gbxMmE2HCHNiyZFGs3dQAeODEEa5Dz3Km45bBfxHm6uuuYciW958mPR-FyLc2HflPEWvSKQP7kyKrN8H4fzTV7rllJze_-JuU/s400/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+031.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Note how high we are. We had to walk down and back up this very steep hill every time we went into town! What a workout, but it turns out we have a couple of mountain goats for kids-they were great and had so much fun! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323813306423284482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6c7L08IlAWMbNkDJoWIMtuDAgY6ooZth1xqJl1SaPfIQYxALUUrKOLAgQXt4F6EJpajRLSMjfYkmhN2qCN6IxxMjIW_7shWrpH9NeMyTxWRvvoWESbtqduqQPdtBw-AxdSBiTsxImXXnT/s400/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+024.JPG" border="0" />We even found some real mountain goats!</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323807356730577506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95uBascgDVFWUS2oPdJPF85QmmLUHi0A176ldg5TbF5DfWkSVLiTszC-qIhaeGV8R7N4qNej7kbsY0XQip3Z_CvTus9PxyfT9y17_law-NJOF-Mb8rh18b5MdWSCz_uHd340wKiT4N0M9/s400/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+023.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323810790017611202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWwncwbX_rMmWqcOvbVWNBtEDdzCNhFLcwegfLbcJYiMctDzfklGk_iQqFWcQzewuihst8vl8OAhlR1ZJCfiFDFxz6T921AgNcQe5YsZhIaIJ5oNPlwvNUhUUCOl9Qf0cAH1psThLJ0vx/s400/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+002.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Bacharach is such a picturesque village, full of buildings from the 1300's.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323810787870790578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMRFx5MFXkFKc3r4CLfnIzo0TriS0oM6cZXeWzYBo0DiKewGDLJc5SR2jmMA30ZotWZ5az6TykQIciA5HxPBFbh6g8N8BCoXdLZoLax6wcfWcgJ78Z6AetOO4qtnfK1SfWPVBOypkjOtr/s400/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+026.JPG" border="0" />And a beautiful old chapel. The colors of the stained glass was sooo lovely and still so vibrant.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323810790839693714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiliN88yyQ-aG5Iv2VT1fM_GN4nV7v8ZcNQ2LuOxZNhHfH7-ctwAYrusApluCSUj7WJ-9O2rRrWDeZ0sNuZgWQTDQd9whRrlMvkBeiaVQGs3pYhRKcBlOsd_k9nf0Q_YjFXm02EfqZsnyn/s400/Burg+Stahleck+in+Bacharach+043.JPG" border="0" />We took a car ferry across the Rhein to get home. A fun end to a cool weekend!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-57313275789020744082009-03-03T16:14:00.002+01:002009-03-03T16:23:20.913+01:0037It's that time of year for me. Birthday time! And it was absolutely lovely! Lennart gave me the best gift ever-he and all three girls went to his parents for the weekend and I had peace and quiet! At least until Saturday night, when my friends came over for a cocktail/spa pre-birthday party. It was great-and I have the pretty nails to prove it! Unfortunately, the huge batch of frozen cosmos and frozen margaritas are most likely the main reason I forgot to take any pictures. Oh well, fun was had by all and when my actual birthday rolled around on Sunday, Lennart and the girls came back to celebrate. It was a GREAT weekend!Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-67703033275591695382009-03-03T16:07:00.004+01:002009-03-03T16:24:27.850+01:00Lovely Valentine Surprise<span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEry-48mdSBf9q2kZE8-3Vihrkewaat7bG0VE374DWZ32oYv68kMZdz_DjTiglr8_S5btgUOCVvh-yD2i5CEBD2jhe0_97oZxijOfYhPMGGgAuW0pps3U30fV2OI2WZ8GEGCTJzhdunGb8/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308978879868314546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEry-48mdSBf9q2kZE8-3Vihrkewaat7bG0VE374DWZ32oYv68kMZdz_DjTiglr8_S5btgUOCVvh-yD2i5CEBD2jhe0_97oZxijOfYhPMGGgAuW0pps3U30fV2OI2WZ8GEGCTJzhdunGb8/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"><em>Take yourself back a few weeks, it's Valentine's morning. The girls actually let us sleep in. They were fabulously quiet-Lennart and I rolled out of bed around 9 and mosied upstairs to see the neat surprise awaiting us. Ella had set the table in all red, even pulled out a table cloth and the chargers. Even lit candles (which we have sufficiently lectured she may not do it again) on the table and in the chandelier. What a bunch of sweeties! </em></span></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-13497319506491306832009-01-26T22:11:00.003+01:002009-01-26T22:26:09.781+01:00Ella is 8!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJ0T4NsSTr8o9cZhaTIwN0oxzldOUbmhWxRcBalmph7Zzr37VM4idw0yUuGnvIfO5DQ04wdrUulfKuR2ZunyIlA6umekPKnX80UcbSHzhgzOnBBIYVOx4-oI5UPQYQDK5YCPjCNRx2fHK/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295713591991697026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJ0T4NsSTr8o9cZhaTIwN0oxzldOUbmhWxRcBalmph7Zzr37VM4idw0yUuGnvIfO5DQ04wdrUulfKuR2ZunyIlA6umekPKnX80UcbSHzhgzOnBBIYVOx4-oI5UPQYQDK5YCPjCNRx2fHK/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;">Ella awoke this morning to her 8 pink flowers for 8 great years, per her grandmother's request. She was also serenaded Happy Birthday with some yummy cinnamon rolls. She was so excited about her birthday, she could barley go to bed last night. We had to make 4 pans of brownies so that she could feed not just her class, but the entire lunch room (3 classes!).That said, Ella made 2 pans all by herself and Hannah helped considerably with one which left me to make one after they went to bed, man are they getting old! BTW, if you are wondering what the pink round thing is in the picture, it's a trash can. Ella desperately wanted a children's trash can for her room. And in boxes. What a goofy,huh? She wants to organize her desk better, so Hannah gave her inboxes that she can paint and decorate and then use to store her papers. All in all, I think it was a nice day for her, and for me, well, it seems like forever ago when I had just had my first baby. I never could have imagined just how much joy she would bring me. What a gift. Crazy! </span></em><br /><div></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-38059489479957511292009-01-13T20:12:00.006+01:002009-01-15T13:35:35.076+01:00Hannah Montana wannabe<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;">You know 2 year old Sarah has two big sisters when in addition to the normal Twinkle Twinkle and If You're Happy and You Know It in her children's song repetoire are Hannah Montana, CampRock, and High School Musical songs. She can sing a mean Best of Both Worlds by Hannah Montana and tonight she blessed us with her newest song from Camp Rock. What a ham, although she actually does this all the time, even when noone is looking because she really just loves singing and dancing. Such a goof!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwJrxzmB49VuitemBPgpbb6Vzy84fEA_xz5vkDvDBZUdETJRtBM5mEw3SeM-BIeZjJdCpQzDP2QOX6UpyasSw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-60051432444216723472009-01-05T18:14:00.002+01:002009-01-05T18:19:54.254+01:00SkypegirlI have discovered skype! A friend told me to try it quite a while ago, but I take a bit before I actually try something new. Love it! Granted, my computer is in my kitchen and that's pretty much where I always am so it's super easy for me to use. Get it and add me as your contact and we can call or video call all we want and the quality is better than messenger. That is assuming you would like talking to me...you could get it and call someone else I suppose! It's free. Doesn't get better than that. Give it a try!Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-38386612456267952202009-01-03T10:14:00.003+01:002009-01-03T10:18:30.950+01:00Pooped<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwwCjUXwN4Xm4kqRKO2vhCsLWZLvWi_t2PY3hRlo5HanuEAIVY06ukxYUe7VP1qro2Qjc6DaCNkagPsDm4GoHG0UaTNBNckYgL-9S8lXgOSpN3pDpYtWUsTsne2XzPNY-UWjYkhC6cJ9z/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286994158718839106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwwCjUXwN4Xm4kqRKO2vhCsLWZLvWi_t2PY3hRlo5HanuEAIVY06ukxYUe7VP1qro2Qjc6DaCNkagPsDm4GoHG0UaTNBNckYgL-9S8lXgOSpN3pDpYtWUsTsne2XzPNY-UWjYkhC6cJ9z/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I think this little one had a bit too much fun partying on New Year's Eve. The next day, she couldn't even stay awake for her favorite t.v. show with Papa. </div><br /><div></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-90126068483351656792009-01-01T09:23:00.005+01:002009-01-01T10:14:02.139+01:00Happy New Year!<div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;">Hope you all had a good 2008! We rang in our New Year with friends at our house. We ate raclette (a very yummy cheese dish eaten with potatoes, loveingly coined the artery scraper meal by a friend) and even the kids stayed up this year. While we ate our raclette, the kids watched Shark Boy and Lava Girl in 3D--at least halfway, until Sarah got too scared and we switched to Blue's Clues!</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286243903966377506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO09L67XJ7RlkkgMV74yZgy4y49QY_hTZdXxqt_KmqoBGUnJYQZrex_pHeUswBRtCCV94PYFnBR-TCYrHyWW1jsgUDzwYl9GACnotuvEtSJDeUgcJcUERgoDaAZj5HaaSdSdEX8hFwRX_A/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;">At the stroke of midnight, we let off our fireworks. Germans do love their fireworks on New Years. It always amazed me that a country with so many rules and regulations is actually far more lenient about personally used fireworks than the US. I used to be way too scared to actually use fireworks myself but 11 years over here and now I buy rocket after rocket to start our new year right. This was the first year the kids managed to stay awake and 2 of them quickly regretted it when the fireworks began. With everyone outside setting off their own fireworks and us directly in front of our terrace doors, it is quite loud. Hannah doesn't even like the sound of a balloon popping, so you can imagine her feelings last night. She stayed inside on the couch and covered her head with our quilt till we came back in and closed the door. Sarah screamed and shook everytime a new rocket exploded. Next year, they can go to bed like normally. Ella, however, got right in the middle of everything and really enjoyed the thrill.</span></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286241309502037762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDupNaR2j6OmDlMkEsj-pGH8l10SJN6Vkn9WOBiRwd7j9u8eWzOlJVSQwf0756MAsVt71d1UyM9JgEJ4-LyrOEFYi7MDRG2BdP68McPSWKusQSVXoqXAFHFgvb2jo6vVPB9cV6x97oP55b/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286241315254232594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHRXHiuqmAwZL8-UMFb-lqBTucfOtt8Qgs1-UocE9ZJGfnCdHURgyp31iRJrgtkj75_JJWxLriXnLLvMtRK-B6RhnHGmBjO4qo1BnL51FStitxJeQ7tYIAfz9_D6T3lvEj5qIlNKvu0kj/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">After we chased all the bad spirits away with our rockets, we came back in and finished our game that we adults had started earlier. The kids crashed within minutes.</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286246001846744034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLmsTTFl4_gVLb0aT1eVUL_gEv_Zy7osp4UXdmI3VLTDyyVGE_QI8NgcDTNQd55r97xLbAPiPO2w44CyB18C51PmC5cr_sox63aRUIxPXC-1ZqeVRjDymZSWIBVDgbnWmuz9uNTCgVIUk-/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">After a few hours of sleep, it's New Year's Day- time to clean up and wish everyone a happy and peaceful 2009! </span>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-83547246561215460462008-12-27T20:24:00.003+01:002008-12-27T20:47:25.709+01:00Merry Christmas to all!<div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidmgUbTNNdYS0k8TEBrZayHdu7xT3CKW0NbWeKzIm-IaxmuGgycPFTPR4a6zusaExVzRnuk2E-9XVriNFxSamlidboBz1ozRU7oJw5PudYnX_tYZbhtbNDg1atJiBG_0W4DvtEQ9bDK2Y/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284555200699871314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidmgUbTNNdYS0k8TEBrZayHdu7xT3CKW0NbWeKzIm-IaxmuGgycPFTPR4a6zusaExVzRnuk2E-9XVriNFxSamlidboBz1ozRU7oJw5PudYnX_tYZbhtbNDg1atJiBG_0W4DvtEQ9bDK2Y/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">Christmas day-The girls are wearing their gift from Oma & Opa</span></div><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I've been quite lax about posting the last couple of weeks. So many Christmas parties, church obligations, school stuff...but here I am to catch up. We have successfully made it through the Christmas season in one piece. It was a very lovely time. Lennart and the two biggies have left to take Oma, Opa, and Uncle Marcus home and Sarah and I are left here to clean up. So what am I doing? Updating my blog-finally! Hope you all had a nice Christmas as we did. Enjoy the rest of the year! </span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-29088246147307661332008-12-27T19:54:00.005+01:002008-12-27T20:56:59.552+01:00Da da da dummmm! Ella's 1st Reconcilliation!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIvNrFgYZIItPJMSefjJpf6vPxTT4vUTNpLLvfIF4-HX4L9uRqgYU0Xy5rzYKSYClUCcteZGOLbaEM5yXJ1bhExRsg9S2nKBbdlwZdDPh3V5NxLOTCGHo7t3lY_t_ArTYx5D8P6z1zBr1_/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284550043085533666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIvNrFgYZIItPJMSefjJpf6vPxTT4vUTNpLLvfIF4-HX4L9uRqgYU0Xy5rzYKSYClUCcteZGOLbaEM5yXJ1bhExRsg9S2nKBbdlwZdDPh3V5NxLOTCGHo7t3lY_t_ArTYx5D8P6z1zBr1_/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Ella is the girl in hot pink-Elisabeth is also there, in the poncho</span><br /><br />What is the color of fear. That is the color I should be typing this post in. Ella had her 1st Reconciliation (Confession-for those of you non catholics) last Saturday. The priest wanted us parents to be good role models and also go to confession. Ella has been learning her prayers and the correct responses for a few months now and was totally nervous. What I couldn't tell her was that I too was nervous. I haven't been to confession since my very 1st one almost 30 years ago! I was secretly learning all the correct responses and prayers right there with her. We went alphabetically, so we got to be 3rd in line. We had two priests, one for the kids, one for the parents. Wow, the kid line moved quickly, but we parents apparently had lots to say,our line took forever. Ella came away from hers before I had mine. She was elated! She loved it-said she wants to do it all the time. We do have a really lovely priest. Feeling only a little relieved from her good experience, I headed off for mine. I'll spare you the details but it actually went very well. I was so worried, imagining the priest yelling at me and damning me to hell, I forgot, they are actually very nice, caring people, who actually want to help me be a better person not yell at me. During the following mass, Ella and her class sang the Hail Mary and at the end received their Certificate of Reconciliation. I was very proud of her! She did a great job, now on to 1st Communion in May!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284550046748084386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQOn3zKC4EC40CfRQAJy-0Yz4ZUCnwEhT-5PRcettvdUlrySoWvSFKE6AM7mwMp_qR-2Y6MDEIA4rYiOAi343mzrDp6OkS1ulg_Ray0ohEBsbDY7QElo1Ip5MjY-6qLJgrvFz87WvZkoW/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-22319786028559220922008-12-27T19:31:00.003+01:002008-12-27T19:54:34.337+01:00Ice Skating at the Old Opera<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><em>So, look back a few weeks ago, on a Thursday after school. Rachel, Sarah, and I decide to take the kids to the temporary ice rink </em><em>outside of the Frankfurt Old Opera.</em></span></div><em></em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284540440501892930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c8CGfQVafmMJiygbg8AiZMv-7Lg3VYLfKP1gjnCfKUin3ehGA09tp1Xga7-fqeE9JeLor8-LzLkafeiLYgvodguUgJteqL1G2gj1qX1yYaE3lmldajuQRrb6r5SQjq7ijiXzJt2mn3N7/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"><em>It was a beautiful night. The 8 children had a blast. Unfortunately, two of them were not old enough to skate-just old enough to very thoroughly annoy their mothers. Yes, you guessed it-Sarah was one of those children! She took it upon herself to explore the area every chance she got. The bad part is, we are in the middle of the city which is very busy and full of people getting off work and coming around to drink hot mulled wine or finish some Christmas shopping. She is just small enough to maneuver very quickly and easily through the crowd. Unfortunately, I am not small enough and was constantly having a mild stroke thinking she was gone forever in a sea of people. After a few of the above mentioned strokes, I decided I had to get out of there-much to the disdain of my other children! </em></span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">One week later, on the last day of school before the winter break, the three of us thought it a good idea to try it again, this time with even more kids from Ella's class. However, this time, Sarah and I left our little ones at Sarah's preschool. A much better time was had by all. Sadly, I forgot my camera but it's the same location, just even more kids. It was a really lovely way to end the school year with skates, hot chocolate, friends, and a beautiful backdrop.</span></em></p>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-51530810181614929682008-12-05T15:04:00.012+01:002008-12-06T19:25:36.718+01:00My cup runneth over, with Christmas shows!<p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Yesterday seemed to be Christmas Performance Jubilee! First Sarah's 2 year old preschool class was up at bat. They sang Twinkle Twinkle and Jingle Bells. Very cute! Here is Jingle Bells (Sarah is in the middle wearing a burgundy dress):</span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxImIUZMv7OSzLBbuyXMRFG7iNB7ZDZvjZMyaK7sckHaJyY2FBExECqaaFgMpwsXiqoDKMyY89e3dnrZ9Eszw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">After a quick trip back home for a nap, Sarah and I were out of there and off to Hannah's Christmas party. Her mixed age group sang a german song and her preschool group sang a super crazy spanish Christmas song. When Lennart and I first saw the lyrics and heard a pop version of this song, we thought they were crazy for trying to get our non spanish kids to sing this but they did a great job! Unfortunately, at the show they turned the lights down, so the video is way too dark and you can't actually see Hannah but you can hear them and it's too cute! For whatever reason, I can't seem to upload it here but did manage on youtube. Check it out:</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsNG3gO47og">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsNG3gO47og</a><br /><br /></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Following Hannah's show, all three girls and I were off to the German/American Choir's Singing Christmas Tree. It is a lovely show, but come 7pm, after a hard day of parties, the two youngest were not in the mood any more. I spent half of the show with Hannah hanging on me, asking how much longer and the other half chasing Sarah around the church and taking her back and forth to the bathroom just to kill time! It started out a great day, but I think ended with one show too many. Somehow, it's just not really special quality time if I keep getting annoyed and telling one girl or another to stop complaining and just feel Christmasy! Remind me of that next year, if I mention trying something similar again.<br /></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">PS. The following video is Hannah's Grand Finale. Live, she is in the3rd row in the middle. On the white screen above, she has long blond hair and a blue long sleeve shirt on and is in the front far right.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><br /> </p><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwZJusvkBDspUPH5eV-uTYcEooIyjJEj4brJgMSgd3rJOhai7StFIcUqOtAtFp1c4OSJ4bldk7dnWGmLbg2tQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-51291566632673045912008-12-04T19:03:00.009+01:002008-12-04T19:52:45.265+01:003rd Annual Christmas Cookie Decorating<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1rqh__xnwVdg_bThqX1bGpEvFSGYJS5yNTHtGV4AjYn_ek65-vpjpIfkw5AqaMkPkyhyphenhyphenYNdfk_FQ__b7COBOeHX_RyUJlGFkyR2kWMN4x1t-3mPbdXnWDkN_G6EHJK9WDhTrW1iYRMIHp/s1600-h/cookie+decorating+2008+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276003285472538914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1rqh__xnwVdg_bThqX1bGpEvFSGYJS5yNTHtGV4AjYn_ek65-vpjpIfkw5AqaMkPkyhyphenhyphenYNdfk_FQ__b7COBOeHX_RyUJlGFkyR2kWMN4x1t-3mPbdXnWDkN_G6EHJK9WDhTrW1iYRMIHp/s400/cookie+decorating+2008+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"><em>The long awaited, very highly anticipated, super dooper, fun for everyone Christmas cookie decorating/cookie exchange at the Poth family house has finally arrived. My girls have been asking for months, "When are we decorating cookies at the Poth house?" Every year, our hostess, Leanne, goes to wild lengths to ensure that everyone has fun and has once again succeeded. After baking some 200 cookies for the 18 children to decorate, making 16 different colors of frosting, and filling a trillion little bowls with assorted cookie toppings, she whipped up lots of yummy goodies for us moms.</em></span></div><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276000218548254818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-JzZMsUW4_ERurA9oL3Eqg50qqqB1oqbnpXL8WXXCthRKiZ1jQ0aD5Kkfa2D3RyqjOrmvdg8R2oz7dvMpljgJL7JmzPSZSN9lmbIs47u1Q_-i6O1atw1Dc0CH9uk8QGIqyyIhJgiUHlVp/s400/cookie+decorating+2008+004.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">MMM, I sure look forward to the baked brie and champagne!</span></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Most of these kids are already friends, but there were a couple that were new to us. Hannah immediately hooked up with the cutest little thing named Lottie and they seemed like they had been life long friends.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276002496805155346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dtx32tgQkE3xuOtWFs3ieX6Uvi0Zy1CfZpXZC46Lct33ag5vn5hmniKQvYszQeR4QEnAU_l74rfly4SBBxcqgaP55Mgw2oIEazOijNO20z4DjrAbB22Eni7Ph4uVD8ssMLfU-PrClsjw/s400/cookie+decorating+2008+008.JPG" border="0" /> <em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;">Leanne makes the cutest decorations for the day. I especially like "Don't frost your friends"</span></em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276004435846183282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh223vDrfrK0iCeZe_JIPktiw4SNuH_c1GTaqow-nfa1SQ29Yntc15cUgYuvbwVGWKmyWtU3TX1wNcZLgUHk4EnglHD8pgIab2NcIDfbzHNBpmj9AOd6sKqcH17xLyB_0ulrUjeL73cTW5A/s400/cookie+decorating+2008+009.JPG" border="0" /><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">We moms don't get all this fun and excitement for free, though. We each baked 8 dozen cookies to earn our keep-that's right 96 cookies! Or in my case, 96 pieces of chocolate walnut fudge. Everyone takes 10 of each type of cookie and now my kitchen counter is home to a myriad of yummy Christmas goodies!</span></em></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276006488470920674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmb-Ksc1gj3HzDQCqNnDe3eqpJWeS0NdYdvzQ4bcIcRiVRqhKX0VPDrwrRRbOWK3TTgt9GiQxPFMFkuuyV-AekbgpNIC97KmtFkRhwXpxsCuIAhhjPjzDnPIAZliB7NXqNTauty0MMg0Xc/s400/cookie+decorating+2008+007.JPG" border="0" /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;">After all the fun, Leanne even fed our children dinner-no not cookies! Hot dogs, pizza, and pretzels.</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">After a long, but very fun afternoon, I put the big girls in bed and Sarah and I tried to stay awake to see Elf on television, so much for that!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></em> </div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276008516364769026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVmOe4wI-NSKPmjVyHCmzn2RBECE5ToJwrBkhUyrNskuVixsiOVTTNtITgNNwG8GxqZOkllqheLU07E3F_AzXPkeICS89VsLHj_mbYoboy7QiIlkayfB0O8TQ_zaNSiJLOFGiE08hgIfJs/s400/cookie+decorating+2008+015.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;">Thanks for a blast, Leanne and can't wait for next year!</span></em><br /><br /></div><br /><p align="center"></p></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-33392920545471530812008-11-28T16:20:00.005+01:002008-11-28T17:02:35.747+01:00The Brose Christmas Season is Open!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfl8Zz3XhplDuDzgLUzCR_KzyGybL3Keh6x9vSAnNL_nEA2xyq3VAhv-6HlcRk4GHZFXP2Ny1TM3_aN0bwIZUS3_hSWdE0oK9LMXSmuDwJf3bfIRz1cKzSe2CbeR-HKBOuyrX09aDffmtN/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273736780347421890" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfl8Zz3XhplDuDzgLUzCR_KzyGybL3Keh6x9vSAnNL_nEA2xyq3VAhv-6HlcRk4GHZFXP2Ny1TM3_aN0bwIZUS3_hSWdE0oK9LMXSmuDwJf3bfIRz1cKzSe2CbeR-HKBOuyrX09aDffmtN/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">Being that I am american and being that it is the day after Thanksgiving, I kept my kids home from school and Lennart took the day off and we opened the Christmas season. After sleeping in from last nights fun and frolicking at the Pikolin's, we dressed up nice and snugly and headed off to the Frankfurter Christmas Market. For the car ride into the city, I burned the ultimate christmas CD to listen to. I included some of everyone in our families favorites. Here they are:</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">1.. Jingle Bells</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">2. The Twelve Days of Christmas</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">3. The 1st Noel</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">4. O little town of Bethleham</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">5. Frosty, the snowman -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ella Fitzgerald</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">6. Silent Night -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ella Fitzgerald</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">7. We wish you a merry Christmas -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">children's version</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">8. Santa Claus is coming to Town -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Tony Bennett</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">9. Deck the Halls -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Nat King Cole</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">10. Rudolph, The red nosed Reindeer -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ella Fitzgerald</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">11. White Christmas -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Bing Crosby</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">12. O Tannenbaum -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Nat King Cole</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">13. The Christmas Song -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Frank Sinatra</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">14. Hark the Herald Angels Sing -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Frank Sinatra</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">15. Joy to the World- </span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Nat King Cole</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">16. Rudolph, the red nosed Reindeer -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Dean Martin</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">17. It's the most wonderful time of the year -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Nat King Cole</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">18. Let it Snow -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Frank Sinatra</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">19. Silent Night -</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">children's version</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">20. The Little Fur Tree </span><span style="color:#33cc00;">(a short christmas story)</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">21. The Runaway Snowman </span><span style="color:#33cc00;">(another short christmas story)</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">22. Santa gets Stuck </span><span style="color:#33cc00;">(the last short christmas story)</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">Normally the Christmas Market is actually too packed to enjoy however, since it is not a holiday here, we enjoyed a leisurely stroll through the market and could enjoy all they had to offer. Fried goods, bratwurst, hot chocolate, carousel rides and lots of looking at all the christmas goodies. It was very nice. Now we are home and I've promised a christmas movie for tonights movie night selection, so I'm off to the video store. 'Tis the Season! </span></em></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdZ64swJNgdTPzdyqV5YnoqVkPLbEqYt8-asEGeNufWcG7_8FB22EqrpHLzfVSZ5FcOuCYHxvWqOPETmvwVPWHkIymmbc25FdjIzsd26k45Y1sVM0ndIlkvzRF_dLbkZJzno60UyKlXO6/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273736777514335970" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdZ64swJNgdTPzdyqV5YnoqVkPLbEqYt8-asEGeNufWcG7_8FB22EqrpHLzfVSZ5FcOuCYHxvWqOPETmvwVPWHkIymmbc25FdjIzsd26k45Y1sVM0ndIlkvzRF_dLbkZJzno60UyKlXO6/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-37732833975876359242008-11-28T09:44:00.005+01:002008-11-28T10:36:08.540+01:00Happy Thanksgiving!<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;">It's time for our annual Thansgiving feast at the Pikolin house. We are five american friends married to german men. Every year we get together to celebrate Thanksgiving and invite one non american family. This year, The Streit Family, an english mum married to a german, were our guests. So altogether, we were 12 adults and 13 children. Along to help were also 3 very wonderful babysitters to keep the kiddos happy while we moms were in the kitchen, cooking and laughing and drinking the occasional glass of wine. We girls got together in the afternoon and the men came a bit later. I just love this time when we girls are together in the kitchen! It is so much fun! </span></em><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273634378484842850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkS7NS6SJjIwN0GkORBygHxjDs6XOplHk4GBevgF6rdABflaevqVz7IGLU4bd2gf3C9U-h96TPkE7lpL2XOuhju-5iyjL-UjEe45IBWJjh-NIn2wJjqUmRr6ipPvWoYNS0JMj1E3i6V17/s400/thanksgiving2008+003.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Here we are:Joerg (our host),Rachel, Paula, Leanne, me, Sarah (our token non-american), and Jenny (our hostess). </span></em><br /></div></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273628656132965778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCadNyIEKSm-jX4Ubac_jXj3DbFpiIHpIkkeIpSGa_pyqYEYX2cph9iex441coisqsBPMiKy90rnLFZI14R1Urkw2-MI_TYtiq6joLNxvw6qOnmtYkfL9LVxwVMT6N4UXsjDvD-ODatO3/s400/thanksgiving2008+001.JPG" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Jenny read the children a story about the first Thanksgiving. It was picure perfect!</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMn-IpKRrtJ84y8oNXaE-JsFaGlI_i_pBBrIS9_7oIOi8QiTz_qvQsqni9qQnYirk_hinopy1xA2wA2I5qHfxeK6cH6-0uFhL51t4VOVuEdEUeqkN7sib9W0emF0t1b0Xx7Pjy_osb0RM7/s1600-h/thanksgiving2008+007.JPG"></a><em><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273628672439069746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoC2kR_mDPIiHM8BtsxHKfHjSmKXH5XZ_AtAgGBLCc1rmdprvl7IHi354JzP16ZxQSOBPhcNF6bYckQRcGNfUVfJutUPT8m7cfn-nti0S_s25zYU6kbPVomPHRE-rjS0A84FNUMo7On1o7/s400/thanksgiving2008+012.JPG" border="0" /> <em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Jenny did a beautiful job on the table.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273628681026885506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCNffnnQxk0s9f15AiA6jjwarzASpr_9Rm4LNpEB34t-uqIl0iEkoT-SQqepCMVNIwTvJdSRqVz8TelhdECucnBplCMgwL3eAF6oqD7m5cnexHxFhl5dwgoILe1dEKEdoim84iRlwNURmx/s400/thanksgiving2008+013.JPG" border="0" /><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Even the children's table looked nice!</span></em><br /></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273639149733927554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYflAe7phHanR5Vwy97iotWzXSqpafxrc6VaGsCsf93zvaFBfwOfdwK61wPUwMmbInJ_eyokOeq2Jlus91GKcLE4Zqico75mHASpwy7B0XJoezPrhWExUY1saXeuuZH5JB_8uf8bTcr2XQ/s400/thanksgiving2008+007.JPG" border="0" /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;">Here is Andy carving the turkey-all 24 pounds!</span></em><br /><div></div><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273629130787398114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7daJQsBz9y0CpG0ZDSU3NbeRzxdK0NbhIBLex3i3MA48SjdXvVIrrHQSBKVtK7TATwtjczs9IjNoWFiL63snb_1xPClOWQ7vK7bCUAmeBQ_88k5FsON0wUhfWpLzPwAg08oWrwQzb1eQP/s400/thanksgiving2008+019.JPG" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">When the children had finished eating and we adults were still chatting around the table with our pie, Jenny pulled out a bunch of pillows and blankets and put Charlie Brown Thanksgiving in the video player for the children to relax. It was great! They were so tired by then, it was the perfect end to a great Thanksgiving.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-7500207412873314172008-11-26T18:27:00.008+01:002008-11-26T18:57:03.345+01:00Sarah's First Official Haircut<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxyj08rlw7Z6i1n81ncz0mlEv8mJTgxudcsieqAQWVo1BFLNDQHnvO8Y8TfCSwXKQbpn8QFSZlkNzEurNS7acNE-QbmmYyXOtD6aGS_wfEXtjteahppCTOsElKDu6JcjW9vD77OX0-UFk/s1600-h/038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273023563702835618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxyj08rlw7Z6i1n81ncz0mlEv8mJTgxudcsieqAQWVo1BFLNDQHnvO8Y8TfCSwXKQbpn8QFSZlkNzEurNS7acNE-QbmmYyXOtD6aGS_wfEXtjteahppCTOsElKDu6JcjW9vD77OX0-UFk/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWu-P5Zt6iDC_TuNa5FeuxRSUSALPwoZuHwrfDFX1Hy9iUWScaMztmzheewX53MfFOxEP60Muaboc7jqMFeBsIrYmuj5SzOz6rziFgQInVYHylEum3Tt5cytVPbdgnZyklFVrDq7YT_W5i/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273023557391661314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWu-P5Zt6iDC_TuNa5FeuxRSUSALPwoZuHwrfDFX1Hy9iUWScaMztmzheewX53MfFOxEP60Muaboc7jqMFeBsIrYmuj5SzOz6rziFgQInVYHylEum3Tt5cytVPbdgnZyklFVrDq7YT_W5i/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW9xGdMh9hxhJGr8TxMyRThlYEWwbRQINudKP6ElihYDQZAU9TLP50Drm8MPNZIKQO0yunGOUtCFOJLi59YZlv2K0SJocHibe-DLQ2ComewPJpFhLRoPKPArvOec-3nsYSHElkSkiykjJ6/s1600-h/038.JPG"></a></div>Nevermind the mouth full of food, that's what I get for pointing a camera at a 2 year old while she is eating. Not thinking she yelled, "CHEESE!", full mouth and all. But just look at her new do! Does she look older or what?! <div></div><span style="font-size:0;"></span></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-51515737917980605712008-11-26T17:55:00.003+01:002008-11-26T18:26:33.468+01:00Hannah's 6th Birthday<div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_2rj-NpAWfy8f4QwaeloBd5cR8EzdNKsF9Sq_N_VJAJVi04to2HDgY6uRitX3WWX6eLSliXzjOiv08InxcE97bu_3lwxsdmqq8kFuji3_-uoO3KAVWkIbbxC0HlZ8AkpQRaIuMtmpU39/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273012736659306866" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_2rj-NpAWfy8f4QwaeloBd5cR8EzdNKsF9Sq_N_VJAJVi04to2HDgY6uRitX3WWX6eLSliXzjOiv08InxcE97bu_3lwxsdmqq8kFuji3_-uoO3KAVWkIbbxC0HlZ8AkpQRaIuMtmpU39/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Yippee! My little girl is 6! She woke up to a new scooter just like Ella's, from me and Lennart. Per her grandma's request, there were 6 pink flowers for 6 wonderful years. Ella even promised to give her one of her euros! Topping it off was the dollhouse she wanted from her Oma, Opa, and Uncle Marcus. What a nice morning. Pictured is the cake she took to preschool.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFYhPZPggUuCIc3iEQcL8Xw79cbqMGUw9qgg7JJqy4olOnE3W82YR-rLj-xmghyxBvbnrUSfnaI3mJfyRJN0NQTuug6Hhg6hYJudT4Aqyv2lmf0OoMmjmpg6TacHrnASo_D1ilK2AEIe3W/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273012743771664818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFYhPZPggUuCIc3iEQcL8Xw79cbqMGUw9qgg7JJqy4olOnE3W82YR-rLj-xmghyxBvbnrUSfnaI3mJfyRJN0NQTuug6Hhg6hYJudT4Aqyv2lmf0OoMmjmpg6TacHrnASo_D1ilK2AEIe3W/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Here she is later that afternoon at her party. She picked an indoor playground, which I was happy to oblige. Amazingly, Ella noticed, upon inspecting her invite list, that her best friend Luise and her little sister Henriette were the only girls! In addition to Luise and Henriette came 5 boys. Funny enough, I wouldn't call her a tomboy, she wanted makeup and princess Lillifee stuff for her birthday and she still loves the color pink, but she nevertheless isn't a typical girl either. You've gotta love her!</div></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-43366555283967484862008-11-22T14:51:00.004+01:002008-11-22T15:35:32.784+01:00Snow Day<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMG-mlLYeNBqLIT3vOYoY5HsM6yOQaNpsOlQkOrYPNW17wnaU1MkLyHaMh9TM_rf4QAO6FePN4AxHsRgFA5LHR_n183XbthahjMwType4UGuu4FxtVOfua1NiGANjB3_WGVEET4CYhyqa/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481545765055314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMG-mlLYeNBqLIT3vOYoY5HsM6yOQaNpsOlQkOrYPNW17wnaU1MkLyHaMh9TM_rf4QAO6FePN4AxHsRgFA5LHR_n183XbthahjMwType4UGuu4FxtVOfua1NiGANjB3_WGVEET4CYhyqa/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We woke to a teeny bit of snow this morning. Yippee! The kids were so excited they immediately dressed and ran outside. They tried to build a snowman, but there just wasn't enough snow. They managed to scrape together enough for one big ball which they eventually broke down to throw at us in surprise snowball attacks.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie5TM1E_KDDuL4Tn7mx85CFfqqeZEQQhC-EltIQsfhrEvVoGVxziwZZt6e9B0jU8oOtzAfmWGEnsXeZ_5haPTOQfCPk8eGbMwquGBDEre91OhGk_Sc9PldtN1dllfH5aUaBzxIKI29Phqm/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481556202744994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie5TM1E_KDDuL4Tn7mx85CFfqqeZEQQhC-EltIQsfhrEvVoGVxziwZZt6e9B0jU8oOtzAfmWGEnsXeZ_5haPTOQfCPk8eGbMwquGBDEre91OhGk_Sc9PldtN1dllfH5aUaBzxIKI29Phqm/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ella looks so big to me in this picture. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAVwqBySPvCbtGXFGK_4jtb79bDg8x5UBDTjIzng8SQdoTx1YT1bAxfGP7eqp8_JpscF7_-OdbCCrk0AvBkYfIESWYDpomj5MTQeW8YHN7-Iz2f3pPo2b325ESswWo2xYZcE4s4SEW5dK/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481564476176642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAVwqBySPvCbtGXFGK_4jtb79bDg8x5UBDTjIzng8SQdoTx1YT1bAxfGP7eqp8_JpscF7_-OdbCCrk0AvBkYfIESWYDpomj5MTQeW8YHN7-Iz2f3pPo2b325ESswWo2xYZcE4s4SEW5dK/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Here she is with a scary snowball surprise!</div></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-56243373075194588632008-11-13T13:23:00.006+01:002008-11-13T14:44:08.047+01:00Six Quirks Tag<div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>1. Link the person who tagged you. <a href="http://glamontierth.blogspot.com/">http://glamontierth.blogspot.com/</a><a href="http://glamontierth.blogspot.com/">logspot.com/</a></div><div>2. Mention the rules on your blog.</div><div>3. Tell about 6 quirks of yours.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Heather's Quirks by Heather</span>:</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>1. No one may whisper in my ear. It gives me the creeps.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. I hate to sleep facing someone's face. I don't like feeling breath in my face or letting someone else feel my breath. Grosses me out.<br /></div><div></div><div>3. I'm a vegetarian that hates vegetables and fruits. Call me a breadaterian.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. I'm obsessed with my christmas ornaments. I've already brought up my box from the cellar and photgraphed them. (See pics) Please note: The beautiful beading, pearls, glitter, etc. just does not come through in a photo. You'll have to come visit to see the beauty!</div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6_OgcQBTRA7nwGioYEZKBgdGZp2j6QCd2x3pDLi9G_FPu4Sb7904OdMA2DQihTM9MUVZfSI1d3jzHVGMuymZPD2dR60B7OWNZkJ6U2hPIENjfSKSGmdz3YfHeL-r06EBR7bi4ymHj6ox/s1600-h/christmas+deco+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268131237048680514" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6_OgcQBTRA7nwGioYEZKBgdGZp2j6QCd2x3pDLi9G_FPu4Sb7904OdMA2DQihTM9MUVZfSI1d3jzHVGMuymZPD2dR60B7OWNZkJ6U2hPIENjfSKSGmdz3YfHeL-r06EBR7bi4ymHj6ox/s200/christmas+deco+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehRtPffQsKa87HdSAdnlhpulx4bHh_KB2_X0XHhY-YBB7Vhv6GJWQILJ9bj_1HxqdTrlCe9NWbiUaaLD_GltSdCXnqWguwAOOB6eRzHoq33n3Dn-YxuNF9y8YEqtfIsOvDcsOn1yhwbtJ/s1600-h/christmas+deco+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268129835594157714" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehRtPffQsKa87HdSAdnlhpulx4bHh_KB2_X0XHhY-YBB7Vhv6GJWQILJ9bj_1HxqdTrlCe9NWbiUaaLD_GltSdCXnqWguwAOOB6eRzHoq33n3Dn-YxuNF9y8YEqtfIsOvDcsOn1yhwbtJ/s320/christmas+deco+001.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOAoQKbs4TGHpoiPf5eiesChjaLqFF1h35KNK8cQuSoWDyJOvcfTX2bSZaKbQQEPXUdL6GC47j3eO8URGFL3gL5cE3EQ2SoO34onWuBkGaeQGeNcmZqFY0pWEt__Vjnm67AB1HpcB0h_Ds/s1600-h/christmas+deco+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268130616716332338" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOAoQKbs4TGHpoiPf5eiesChjaLqFF1h35KNK8cQuSoWDyJOvcfTX2bSZaKbQQEPXUdL6GC47j3eO8URGFL3gL5cE3EQ2SoO34onWuBkGaeQGeNcmZqFY0pWEt__Vjnm67AB1HpcB0h_Ds/s200/christmas+deco+002.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br />5. I'm still scared that something scary lives under my bed(no, not evil dust bunnies!) and is going to grab my leg at night. Even if I'm not completely dressed/jewelry removed/whatever, I still jump into bed and finish from the safety of the top of the bed. I WILL NOT stand still next to my bedside at night. Weird, I know, that's why it's a quirk! <div></div><div></div>6. I love taking different routes to get from point a to b. I've gotten to see lots of cool little things while just driving home from somewhere. </div><div></div><div></div><div>These are 6 of my quirks. Hope you enjoyed!</div><div><br /></div><div></div><span style="font-size:0;"></span>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-44241779110193928142008-11-13T12:56:00.004+01:002008-11-13T14:48:43.969+01:00St. Martin Day Parade of Fire!!!<div>Ok, it wasn't actually a parade of fire but children carrying paper lanterns with real candle in the middle. So it <em>could</em> have been a parade of fire, but luckily even though it was windy and some of the children were quite young, no one set anything aflame! Let me say, it was not my best day as a mom. It started nicely enough, I had my 3 plus a friend of Hannah's. We met up with Rachel and her two and a quadrillion other children from Erasmus and their parents and teachers in a park in downtown Frankfurt. I was worried about losing someone or someone setting something on fire, so I made the kids stay with me. I was so proud that I remembered scotch tape for any last minute paper lantern repairs, camera, even extra batteries! I got everyone lit up and lined up for a super photo opportunity-but alas-I left my memory card in my computer. Argggg! So, no pictures of this years parade but here is one of years past: </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268112074983784178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMcZRIN2IocjDHzPHQRQhS1RfHtWneomcF3VNR4oRM13v3XbLa3U8aNRGdG9JUg1fwq_l1q1Dj0mel8lxtLk7APuhPG3L8iCF5ZVmlwh6dlTjMv10Q7lq8eyiYFf93quh0zyDDoAJh8rfz/s320/031.JPG" border="0" />Those were the good old days when adults outnumbered the children 5:3. (Lennart and I were there, just not in the photo) This time is was 1:4. A little nerve racking yes, but I hoped to leave cute memories for the kids. Well, we marched through the park to a pavillion where Hannah and the other kindergarteners performed a little play about St. Martin and how he shared his coat on a cold, snowy, blustery day with a poor man. A lovely story, Hannah played a tree blowing in the wind. Unfortunately, I could not see or hear any of this performance at the time due to small pavillion, many people problems but Hannah showed us her part at home later that night. After this, we marched to the next area where all the children broke up and shared traditional sweet bread men. Now the fun is over and time to treck back to the car. But wait, it's now pitch black and we are in the middle of a large park. Hmm, which way to the car? We followed others in the hopes, they knew what they were doing but Sarah lost all desire to go home. She decided to stop moving. I am carrying a big bag full of waters, tape, camera, hats, scarves, etc. and now also get to carry a kicking screaming two year old. Ella was horrified. She desparately wanted to get away from the scene, but never in million years would I let her walk alone at night through the park. So we trudged very slowly kicking and screaming and complaining all the way, but we did indeed find the car. By then, I was expecting either a heart attack or nervous breakdown, yelling at the kids to just get in the car and stop everything! So much for the lovely memories. It started so nicely...</div><div></div><div>ps. In the end, we did talk through everything that transpired in the car and hopefully the children will not look back and think of me as evil but remember something fun before the chaos.</div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890318687215036098.post-27620520566902361822008-11-01T14:54:00.003+01:002008-11-01T15:17:24.559+01:00Happy Halloween!!!<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtxlAsVQLg6eglklbYLDDqDiwCeZlcNobZT3Fj3qy078pxTu33FPMl0HsNwDhLvWLWZldAIZpl_AKDTEHW3a5xm6JQ7o2SJ_0YGS0K4bseLGnfazRny3ZTMk4cdUovSKPv4P4FQnellR-/s1600-h/050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263688509193799602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtxlAsVQLg6eglklbYLDDqDiwCeZlcNobZT3Fj3qy078pxTu33FPMl0HsNwDhLvWLWZldAIZpl_AKDTEHW3a5xm6JQ7o2SJ_0YGS0K4bseLGnfazRny3ZTMk4cdUovSKPv4P4FQnellR-/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sarah and Louisa having fun in the firetruck<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2wL1L8aKujwLNoNtNqDwMCV6_5VpKj6qpETwPJHVT1TVd-tE584hWoowtk8hhPpmW2VXXTgsT0Yc_4fY-Y3QGFOVtrBvUp2vYY81K08RevZRHqvoQgycpJu-dslE5eGjxyT40SgHk0qw/s1600-h/049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263688503266535042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2wL1L8aKujwLNoNtNqDwMCV6_5VpKj6qpETwPJHVT1TVd-tE584hWoowtk8hhPpmW2VXXTgsT0Yc_4fY-Y3QGFOVtrBvUp2vYY81K08RevZRHqvoQgycpJu-dslE5eGjxyT40SgHk0qw/s400/049.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's the big girl posse-Ella, Helena, Hannah, & Elisabeth<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1kK-dfyEpYzxaRagOCm4qKep6mw_8zH2Z002vyt_R7x2T3eP6xYE__8KaSDXIuU76p6MbsgcqbPBbMGdwJKAAEDAhKfeQPECOylSHMLuL20mlhjny5DCVA3ZY1WQ7pw-LOYyeYGiPyi0/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263688493420849874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1kK-dfyEpYzxaRagOCm4qKep6mw_8zH2Z002vyt_R7x2T3eP6xYE__8KaSDXIuU76p6MbsgcqbPBbMGdwJKAAEDAhKfeQPECOylSHMLuL20mlhjny5DCVA3ZY1WQ7pw-LOYyeYGiPyi0/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /></a> Most of the trick or treat gang<br />Costumes aren't so cute under coats and hats!<br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9900;">So, it's cold and rainy-wait-it must be Halloween in Frankfurt. Actually, that's not fair, usually we have very nice weather for Halloween but not this year. So, trick or treating lasted about an hour and then it was off to a warm dry place for dinner. At the food court on the base, which Rachel graciously signed us onto, the children were set free to run and yell and act absolutely crazy with all the other american kids dressed up in their costumes. It was chaos but totally fun. We four moms let them have at it, while we casually ate our american junkfood(Popeyes Chicken, Taco Bell, or Subway) and chatted. We arrived back home around 9:30 (note:this adventure began around 4)! Hannah and Sarah were still so high from the fun, that they weren't sleeping until after 10!!! So, I think we can say, halloween fun was had by all.</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="left">Costume note:Ella was the cheerleader, Hannah was Princess Lillifee(a german fairy princess) and Sarah was a ballerina(although she called herself a princess all day)<br /><br /><br /></div><br /></div>Heather Adamo Brosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705029669877868977noreply@blogger.com1