Sabine is a failed whiskey drinker, expat, enthusiastic home cook, wife and mama to two little ones. Our little family of four live in a 100-square-metre apartment in the heart of Berlin. This is us.

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"So, when do you kids go to off to university?"

— Josh to Luisa and Mateo during a particularly whiney dinner time. 

I knit myself a pair of wrist warmers (because I am not an advanced enough knitter to make real mittens)

  • Sabine: look! Done! They even have thumb holes!
  • Josh: I don't even know what the word for those are.
  • Sabine: wrist warmers!
  • Josh: how bohemian of you.
  • Sabine: I am very bohemian!
  • Josh: totally.
  • Sabine: I'm going to mauer park now.
We’ll never wonder where our kids’ goofiness comes from. 

We’ll never wonder where our kids’ goofiness comes from. 

Yum

  • Josh: Luisa, what does Mateo eat?
  • Luisa: Bears.
  • Josh: BEARS?! Oh my.
  • Sabine: How badass.
Michelle Lee (via scout) This is where I married him. 

Michelle Lee

(via scout)

This is where I married him. 

Our 8-year-old selves would be so disappointed in us...

  • Josh: it felt good to go to bed early last night... Though nine might be excessively early.
  • Sabine: whatever. We're grown ups. We can go to bed whenever we want.

The problem with Skype

  • Context: It's really, really hot today in Berlin.
  • Josh: I can't believe you're wearing pants.
  • Sabine: That's the problem with video chat. People know when you're in your underwear.
Pregnancy 1 vs Pregnancy 2.  That’s the bump. It’s big. So big. But no one ever guesses that I’m as close as I am to my due date. So I’m doing ok. The Berlin summer has been good to me. I learned from my pregnancy with Luisa that due dates are useless approximations that just give us (and the people around us) a false sense of an end date. So I’ve been careful with my due date. I tell people “beginning of September”. I like the vagueness. It’s appropriate.  I feel bad because I’ve been much less enthusiastic about this pregnancy. However, I’m much more enthusiastic to meet the little man that’s currently making my abdomen twitch with his hiccups. The first time around, pregnancy is such a new and surreal thing. It’s the wonderment in itself. And then you have this little person and you learn that its so so so much better than pregnancy. That they are so much more amazing than anything. There is no way you can understand how amazing these little people are until after. And so this time has felt much more like a waiting room than my pregnancy with Luisa. I’m so excited to meet him and see what he shares with his sister and what his sister thinks of it all and what get to know his personality. I’m pretty sure both of them will have their dad’s long toes, but that’s all I can say. Luisa is such a fun mix of us both, but Josh and I have such different features that our son could look completely unrelated to his sister.  And there’s the word son. I think a lot about what having a little boy will be like. I’m so excited. When we first found out we were adding to us, it was true that we didn’t care the gender. We knew that for us, it would be nice to get “one of each”, but I know that when I was girl growing up with two brothers, all I wished for in the world was a sister. I wished for a boy for us, but hoped for a girl for Luisa. I think she’ll like having a brother just fine. After all, my life with two of them isn’t so bad. But names. Oh brother, are boy names tough. Finding ones we like isn’t the problem — it’s coming to agreements. But there is one that has recently settled into our heads as a front runner. It feels good. And also calms me thinking there is one that we like. At least we have that one.  There is still some time to go. I’m doing my best to squeeze the moments I have with only Luisa, but it’s hard when I’m so looking forward to meeting the little mister.  Josh and I have always said we want two kids. That hasn’t changed. We’re getting our family of four and I’m so excited to have all the people I plan on spending the rest of my life with all present and accounted for. 

Pregnancy 1 vs Pregnancy 2. 

That’s the bump. It’s big. So big. But no one ever guesses that I’m as close as I am to my due date. So I’m doing ok. The Berlin summer has been good to me. I learned from my pregnancy with Luisa that due dates are useless approximations that just give us (and the people around us) a false sense of an end date. So I’ve been careful with my due date. I tell people “beginning of September”. I like the vagueness. It’s appropriate. 

I feel bad because I’ve been much less enthusiastic about this pregnancy. However, I’m much more enthusiastic to meet the little man that’s currently making my abdomen twitch with his hiccups. The first time around, pregnancy is such a new and surreal thing. It’s the wonderment in itself. And then you have this little person and you learn that its so so so much better than pregnancy. That they are so much more amazing than anything. There is no way you can understand how amazing these little people are until after. And so this time has felt much more like a waiting room than my pregnancy with Luisa. I’m so excited to meet him and see what he shares with his sister and what his sister thinks of it all and what get to know his personality. I’m pretty sure both of them will have their dad’s long toes, but that’s all I can say. Luisa is such a fun mix of us both, but Josh and I have such different features that our son could look completely unrelated to his sister. 

And there’s the word son. I think a lot about what having a little boy will be like. I’m so excited. When we first found out we were adding to us, it was true that we didn’t care the gender. We knew that for us, it would be nice to get “one of each”, but I know that when I was girl growing up with two brothers, all I wished for in the world was a sister. I wished for a boy for us, but hoped for a girl for Luisa. I think she’ll like having a brother just fine. After all, my life with two of them isn’t so bad.

But names. Oh brother, are boy names tough. Finding ones we like isn’t the problem — it’s coming to agreements. But there is one that has recently settled into our heads as a front runner. It feels good. And also calms me thinking there is one that we like. At least we have that one. 

There is still some time to go. I’m doing my best to squeeze the moments I have with only Luisa, but it’s hard when I’m so looking forward to meeting the little mister. 

Josh and I have always said we want two kids. That hasn’t changed. We’re getting our family of four and I’m so excited to have all the people I plan on spending the rest of my life with all present and accounted for. 

Sounds pretty logical to us. Seriously,go ask Tony, our awesome reporter, anything.  (via onemoretimewithfeeling:newsweek:cheatsheet) I’m happy to report that Luisa will have pictures with her bearded dad, and 30 years from now, she can look at those pictures and say “You had a beard?” 

Sounds pretty logical to us. Seriously,go ask Tony, our awesome reporter, anything. 

I’m happy to report that Luisa will have pictures with her bearded dad, and 30 years from now, she can look at those pictures and say “You had a beard?” 
Dashboard coincidence from the other day. 

Dashboard coincidence from the other day.