Living in a foreign country sometimes shakes your confidence in the way you've always done things. You see the way that others do things and ask, so I am I bad person because I don't do it that way?
From day one I've been very aware of what others may think of me. As much as Americans and the english language are thought of as "cool" here, I've not really wanted to let on that I am one. When I am out shopping by myself, I can now manage to almost hide my "foreignness". When I am out shopping with the girls and they scream and whine in English, I'm toast.
Perhaps, though, I am a dead give away inspite of language. Maybe people look at my jacket, purse, shoes, stroller, hairstyle,
smile (some Germans are pretty grumpy)--and they know I am not from around here. It was especially hard the first few months because I didn't know
how to do things "correctly" out in public. But now, I have a handle on it and I am trying my very best to blend in.
Another thing that sets me apart from the majority of mothers here is my age. I haven't met one mother yet who is younger than 30--even the American women in our ward with small children--they are all older. The mothers at Kaitlyn's Kindergarten, the mothers at Natalee's weekly playgroup--mothers pushing strollers down the street--all much older. So now, not only am I naive because I'm foreign, but now I'm also naive because I'm young. And 27 isn't that young--but I
look young (thanks to mom!!)
Natalee and I attend a little playgroup through the Evangelische church that meets once a week for 1.5 hours. All of the women are German and they have been very nice and welcoming. I can't help but wonder what they think of me, though. The first week, I forgot
Frühstuck (breakfast) for Natalee and everyone was very kind to let us borrow their food (even though Natalee wasn't interested). They didn't want her to starve. (ha)
Today, a woman said to me:
"Kann ich dir eine Frage stellen? "(can I ask you a question)
"Ja, naturlich. " (yes, of course)
She proceeded to ask me why I don't dress Natalee warmer. Why are her shirt and socks so thin? Why doesn't she wear an undershirt?
Immediately my defenses came up. Partly because I'm so tired of people fussing over
my children and
my things, and partly because that's the reaction any mother would have to a question that stands to doubt her abilities to protect and nurture.
Today, the temperatures were around 8 degrees celcius (47 Fahrenheit) with a little drizzle of rain. I dressed Natalee in a long sleeved shirt, courderoy pants, regular socks/shoes, and her winter coat. I dressed very similarly and I was comfortable.
" Well, if I am comfortable wearing the same thing, I don't worry too much about her. Its not that cold today"
" Yes, but she is smaller and doesn't move around as much, especially when she's in the stroller" (by the way...Nat's hardly in a stroller. She hates it.)
"She's got a lot of baby fat to keep her warm. She's fine."
" I don't want to make you upset or anything. I just wanted to ask. There's a flu epidemic going around and if the children are cold, then they will get sick."
DOCH! LÄCHERLICH!
There is a learning curve that I am trying to get over--I can't expect others to accept my weirdness if I can't accept theirs, right?
On the brighter side, I went and bought a used sofa bed at the church and paid only 15 euros for it. The men that work there delivered it to me free of charge and were so kind. I really truly have met so many kind and helpful people here...and then some people that are too helpful for their own good.

42 days before Easter (22.Feb) marks the celebration of Karneval. Its a combination of Mardi Gras and Halloween, marked by floats, parades, costumes, and candy. This is a picture of last year's Karneval here in Lintorf. If you're dying to know more about Karneval, visit:
http://www.mckinnonsc.vic.edu.au/la/lote/german/links/topics/karneval.htm