Super Saturday!

Tate surprisingly didn't cry about being awakened Saturday morning.  We dragged ourselves into the dining room to an amazing traditional German breakfast.  Oma must have awakened with the birds to prepare such a feast.  Tate noshed happily on cornflakes (a first! Yay!), oatmeal and some Oma yogurt. (which is just plain yogurt, but we called it Oma yogurt)  Now I'm a picky eater much like my son, so sadly I did not imbibe in much of the German breakfast which consisted of a myriad of cheeses (and I really do not like cheese), deli meats (of which again I'm not a fan), a variety of choices of bread, hot tea (yum) and a variety of spreads like jam and Nutella.  Regina had also made a special trip to get me some muffins, so I ate one of those in addition to a piece of bread.  (I was sorely missing the traditional American breakfast of bacon and eggs!)


Katha came by with baby Phillip soon after breakfast, so the cousins could meet.  Tate who does not understand the concept of sharing allowed Phillip to hold a puzzle piece or two while hanging out on the floor.  It was just so great to hang out with the family.

Later that morning, Christian decided to take a shower.  Tate immediately followed him into the bathroom (and we were all on the same page about letting Tate go to the potty with Christian in hopes it would help continue the home potty training).  He then insisted on showering with his Daddy.  Tate quickly remembered he doesn't like showering, so they ventured into the tub apparently.  And a tradition was born for the week.


Tate also insisted on wearing a towel about his waist just like his daddy...

All clean!

Christian and I then took Tate out for a walk in the neighborhood. He showed us his sister's house and we ventured up to a corner where he said there was an old train engine type apparatus.  Tate was in heaven!!

Wow!  So cool!

It's like Christian ordered up the most fun for Tate.  EVER!!

I knew a nap would be difficult for Tate due to his extremely late wake-up though I knew he was over-tired.  We drove to the store to pick up a few items hoping he would fall asleep in the car.  No luck.  In any event we went to the German version of a Target....it was quite expansive I must say.  I didn't expect something so big.  Though the choices were still not nearly on par in number as here in the states, there was something for everyone.  We picked up a hair straightener for me, a couple of puzzles for Tate and some bubbles for the boys to play with in the evening.


Once home, we walked back to Katha and Sebastian's for a bar-b-que.  The food was yummy, though what Sebastian calls steak is definitely not from a cow :).  But it was delicious.  The weather was gorgeous, and we sat on their balcony.  Tate picked about his food and began his week log nourishment of yogurt, milk and cornflakes.  Sigh.

With Oma and Opa!

Just a lovely evening!

Playing in the garden!

Christian and I headed back to Oma and Opa's with Tate around 6:30.  The boys took a bath together :) while I prepared Tate's room.  We got him dressed for bed, read stories and laid down in the bed together, all three of us.  Tate was in the crib by 8:30, sadly on the late side.  But he did go right to sleep.


I showered and then hung out with Christian and his parents on the balcony in the cool night.  I crawled into bed around 10 praying Tate would sleep better this evening.


Sadly, this did not happen.  Around 11pm again he woke screaming.  And hollering.  I tried everything again.  Nothing was working.  And Christian didn't wake up this time either because he didn't hear Tate or because he didn't want to hear Tate.  Finally around midnight I tiptoed into Christian's room and woke him asking him to please drive us around in the car.  When he finally came to, we bundled Tate up in the carseat and headed for the autobahn.  We drove around for about 40 minutes.  Tate never fell asleep, but he instantly calmed down once we were in the car.  I asked Christian to take us on home;  he went straight back to bed and I sat up with Tate for about another 30 minutes.  He finally fell asleep with me in the bed around 1am.  I tossed and turned the rest of the night, exhausted, frustrated and wanting to go home.


Sunday morning came too early.