Sorry I've been quiet but what with being 8 months pregnant, working and getting ready for Christmas I've been kind of busy. Oh, and being a single mom this week while Ralf's in California.
I'm looking forward to a quiet family Christmas this year. I have three stories to write up before the children's book I'm writing is finished and I have great plans for sewing extremely simple doll clothes over the next few weeks.
Next weekend we'll procure and decorate the tree, listen to Nat King Cole and bake gingerbread cookies - and I can eat as many Christmas cookies as I want because let's face it, I'm not getting any thinner until at least February.
I can even look out at the snow with a charitable eye because this morning my neighbor shoveled snow out of my driveway. I tell you, once you've known them for about ten years, Germans turn into wonderful, loyal friends!
Little Beauregard is doing well, although I hope I'm not about to change that with the slightly past its prime chicken I'm baking right now. Ralf read about how some woman had her baby at the Vienna Opera house and got a lifetime membership so now he wants me to start hanging at the Allianz arena. Just in case.
Yesterday she was absolutely frantic to knock next door and ask to borrow an angel dress. When I asked her why she was in such a rush she turned haunted eyes to me and said: 'Last night I dreamed I had to perform in a white t-shirt and polka dot leggings!'
Which, to be fair, was an option I had been considering. I congratulated her with a straight face on figuring out her own costume while chuckling to myself that she definitely knows her mum.
I guess family are the people who know you well and love you anyway.