Our weekend was full of new sights and new experiences coupled with some already-familiar places, a lot of exhaustion, but also a lot of fun.
It is amazing how quick I am to suggest a new adventure or excursion when Travis is home. He is in class for the entire morning and then usually studying for at least a few more hours in the afternoon or evening during the week, so the weekends really do feel like a vacation. We took him to the market, because, really, I would go every day. Of course, pastries and juice were the main attraction, and we devoured another entire box of strawberries that evening.
After the market, we hopped over to St. Peter’s Kirche, another of Munich’s most well-known churches. The architecture and art were absolutely magnificent. A friend from Hillsdale is here for the month, doing the same program as Travis, and we ran into him at St. Peter’s. The kids adore him and lit up when they saw him.
Our Sunday was happy and quieter, with a stop by a playground after church and Turkish donners along the sidewalk for lunch.
One of the things I love about traveling with toddlers is discovering the little, random things that keep them busy and occupied. The kids loved this huge sculpture and Edith literally began “weeding” underneath. She pulled up all the weeds and John Henry delivered them to the grass for her. It was too funny watching her meticulously pull grass out of the sidewalk. I guess she’s doing her best to leave Munich prettier than she found it.
Today we stayed around our area of town, making the trek to a playground in Westpark and enjoying the fresh air. John Henry has been having some rougher days these last few days, so I have, too. I have been trying to remind myself that he is likely still processing a lot of new things and still trying to work through all of the adjustments we have imposed on his little life and body, but it has been discouraging to have him behave generally like a little monster to me and to Edith. He is wonderful and delightful when we leave the house, but if I stay home, it is pretty miserable. (Also discouraging, considering how much I enjoy a peaceful day doing nothing.) I am hoping that with some more time passing and a lot of love and prayers, he will return to his old, easy-going self.