Traveling to Germany with a Little Boy — Part 1

Landon and I made it to Germany just fine. The little DVD player I bought for him did the trick, he was so exited to have his own TV that he would have watched Max and Ruby the whole way to Germany if I would’ve let him.

After eating some of the dinner they served, we played with glow-in-the dark stickers for a while…

. . . and then I thought I’d be able to get him to sleep pretty easily because it was night time anyway, we had an extra seat next to us, and I still have the trusted weapon of breastfeeding. Ha! He was jumping up and down on the seat and playing with the bright, little green light under his seat. Sigh! After some struggle and some threats he finally settled down in my lap, nursed for a bit, and fell asleep. I’m glad we didn’t have someone next to us, so breastfeeding my little man was no problem.

We only had another hour to go, so he wasn’t too happy when I had to wake him up to buckle him in and to get him out of the plane. But by the time we got our luggage, he was exited to see Nani (my mother), who was picking us up in Hamburg.

He slept another hour in the car to Bremen and hopped right on his “Trecker” when we got to my parent’s house. He was refreshed — I was exhausted, after not having slept a minute. And it was HOT! After three days of heatwave in New York, I flew right into the next one in Germany, where no one has AC because it rarely gets this hot.

My mother is a wonderful gardener and I love our beautiful backyard. That little, old house in the back is decorated exclusively with antiques because my parents had an antique store for a few years and kept the nicest pieces for themselves. They now use it for parties sometimes or guest can sleep in the bedroom upstairs, but only if they fit into the small bed — apparently, people were a lot shorter 100 years ago.

The next morning, L and I had a nice breakfast with my parents at a local supermarket (think elegant KMart with a restaurant), where we sat right next to this:

My gambling boy.

While my mom and I shopped for a few things, L had fun riding a little bicycle through the aisles. I had no idea he was that good at steering — I guess a bike is in order when we get back to the U.S.

in Germany

You might also like to read:

Traveling to Germany with a Little Boy — Part 2

Traveling to Germany with a Little Boy — Part 3

Traveling to Germany With a Little Boy — Part 4