Hmmm...

Well, Baby's taking a nap (after taking her sweet time nursing/kicking me in my soft parts), and I thought this would be a good time to update ye old blog. If only I had something to update about. Harper's been crawling for almost two weeks, making Lilly's life a living hell. It's hilarious. But mostly they've become great friends, and when Harper's being all pissy and cry-y, then we make Lilly play with her. It's like having an an older kid babysit, but without the bribing and the guilt.


Also, it's summer here in Germany, at least on most days, which means there's a lot of stink and poorly chosen outfits wafting about the city. A cousin of mine and his wife are now living in a city nearby, and they have been nothing but completely impressed by the euro-riffic stylings of the people here. Kellie was trying to buy a normal pair of pants the other day when the salesgirl tried to get her to put on the latest style here. It took a lot of googling to find out what they are called, namely Sarouel pants. They kind of make you want to say, "Stop. Hammer (dump in the pants) time!" Anyway, Kellie was apparently not having it, and the salesgirl said, "Oh, these must be too fashion-forward for you."


Yeah, bitches. Welcome to Germany, where fashion begins years ahead of you. And the crotch of your pants begins miles before your own.