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The second day of our visit to my girlfriend’s farm we spent at the local pool. For such a small town in the country, they have a very sophisticated pool with tons of water features, and the boys were in and out of the water for four hours. Since I didn’t have a bathing suite and had just burned my skin to a crisp on Nantucket, I was in no mood to swim, so Karen “swam” with the boys and I took tons of pictures.
In case you were wondering — yes, I am STILL breastfeeding Landon. I haven’t written about breastfeeding in a while but yes, we are still at it. He hardly ever asks to nurse in public anymore, but he was thirsty/in need of a cuddle at the pool and I let him nurse for a few minutes. See? See that you can’t see a thing?
I’m just wearing a T-Shirt, no special nursing shirt (I don’t own any, and this is actually my “Yes, I am STILL breastfeeding!” T-shirt, a total coincidence) and you can’t see a thing. For all the critics of public breastfeeding who like to say they are bothered by exposed nipples — give me a break. No one around us knew I was nursing L.
I decided to stay an extra night, like I did last year, so the boys could enjoy each other for another day and Karen and I could sit together over a glass of wine and trade stories and memories once they were in bed.
After a breakfast of “Broetchen” and Nutella, we played outside again and happened to see these girls on their horses pass the farm:
Karen had time to shoot one picture of me with her boys before the train arrived, and then we were already on our way back to Bremen.
I love this picture of L, he looks so happy and content. And those eyes . . .
in Germany
You might also like to read:
Traveling to Germany with a Little Boy — Part 1
Traveling to Germany with a Little Boy — Part 2
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Yesterday, Landon and I took the train to a small town in the country in North Germany where one of my oldest girlfriends lives with her family on a farm. We spend a few nights there every time we visit Germany. Landon always has the best time — he is running around with my godson, who is 6, and his little brother, who is four. They pick wild raspberries, get to climb on tractors, play with the dogs and horses . . .
After Karen and the boys picked us up from the train, we bought the biggest, darkest cherries I’ve ever see . . .
I’ve tweeted many times about my love for German cake and pastries, especially Mohnkuchen (poppy seed cake). Karen’s little town has the cutest bakery, and since we couldn’t decide among all of the local delicatessen — and each boy had special wishes — we bought half of everything they make:
Karen is a very accomplished horseback rider and owns several horses and ponies.
After we enjoyed the cake and the boys had some fun running around outside, L dressed up as a dragon and got to climb on a tractor .
Karen fixed a little bike for him (without petals) to teach him how to ride a bike . . .
. . . and then we took a walk to their “Biogasanlage” where Karen’s husband makes power out of all kinds of things (among them pig poop) that he then resells to the local power company. It’s green, it’s sustainable energy, and they are making money with it. Why don’t we do this is America?!!
The wonderful dinner included boiled potatoes with “Kraeuterquark”– which I so rarely get to eat because most potatoes in America are fried and no one there knows about Quark (similar but so much better than yogurt with chives) — and we all sank into bed happy and exhausted.
in Germany
You might also like to read my entries of last year’s trip:
Traveling With a Toddler — Day 5: Train Ride, Farm Life, and More Vacuums
Traveling With a Toddler — Day 6: Dogs, Pigs, and Lots of Running
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