Papa, let’s build a house… with a tower!

“Papa B, let’s build a house… with a tower!”

Those were the words that started a summer-long project. Papa B, the construction foreman, and his two apprentices, began to work. They have learned to saw, to pound nails, to use clamps, to measure, and many other valuable things. Thanks, Papa B!

It all started, of course, with some conceptual, semi-architectural drawings of what they wanted.
It all started, of course, with some conceptual, semi-architectural drawings of what they wanted.
Just about the right height for two seven year olds… and don't forget the safety helmet!
Just about the right height for two seven year olds… and don’t forget the safety helmet!
From the side… it even has a window!
From the side… it even has a window!
Using the screw gun!
Using the screw gun!
Everyone get's a turn!
Everyone get’s a turn!
Working with the clamp.
Working with the clamp.
Measuring with their own measuring tapes.
Measuring with their own measuring tapes.
That's loud!
That’s loud!

Wandern ist des Müllers Lust… 

One of the boys’ classes was going on a school outing to an old castle 30 minutes drive south of Erfurt. Papa B was going to be here, too, so we made a Man-Day. A few days before the preparations went into full swing: we bought manly snacks and packed them in our manly backpacks. The email from the organizers said that though you could drive there, some would meet at a bus stop in a nearby village and hike to the castle. Well, that sounded manly, so that’s what we were going to do.

The day arrived, beautiful and sunny. We got everything ready, filled our water bottles and got our hiking shoes on, and set out for the village. We got there, just in time. After the bus came and went on which the other hikers were supposed to come, and no one got off, we knew that we’d missed something.

Well, there was nothing to do but to start hiking.

We saw many wonderful things… 

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… including brilliant fields of raps

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… deer stands

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(… and cows, many dandelions which got decapitated, sheep/goats, hippies, but sadly dad didn’t think of taking pictures of those)

… and finally, the castle itself (where the hippies live). We got there about 40 minutes too late. I guess dad had done the manly thing and wasn’t detailed enough in his planning.

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And where were the others? They either drove all the way to the castle or started from a nearer village. We ended up walking a total of 10 KM there and back! That’s pretty good. Its good we had our manly snacks along, otherwise we would’ve run out of fuel for the way back.

I was so proud of my boys!

When Gram and Papa B come visiting… 

Planting an apple tree.
Planting an apple tree.
Holding baby.
Holding baby.

Its always wonderful when Gram and Papa B come visiting. On the way home from school one day, Papa B was telling the boys how if you planted an apple core, you might get an apple tree to grow. However, the apples wouldn’t be the same as the one you planted. The boys thought having their very own apple tree would be a good idea. So, when they got home, Papa B got out the spade, and they buried the apple core, watered it, and then put up a sign where we planted it. And now the waiting begins. The boys were sure, they’d see something growing by this summer. We’ll see!

How hard could it be…?

It all started when the boys were very young. They didn’t know how important having wheels are for life, and had to be introduced to the concept. But they quickly caught on… 

Checking out what's behind the curtain.
Checking out what’s behind the curtain.

Soon, however, they outgrew them, and thanks to Papa B, a new set of wheels was provided.

Trying to jump!
Trying to jump!
Daddy and the boys, and a fancy set of wheels.
Daddy and the boys, and a fancy set of wheels.

Not long after that —precisely three sets of crocs which doubled as brakes— the low-riders were replaced by running bikes.

Nearly two years after getting the running bikes. At this point, they are quite proficient. Hi Papa!
Nearly two years after getting the running bikes. At this point, they are quite proficient. Hi Papa!

But after a while, their knees were up to their chins, and it was time, for the BIG JUMP. So, dad, bought two new-used birthday bikes, thinking they were the same size (never trust advertisers), but finding out after the fact that they weren’t, but thankfully that hasn’t made any difference. With many protests (I’m going to fall!), and reassurances (some kind folks at SHSU bought you some cool knee protectors and cool riding gloves), we were finally able to get them on the bikes. After keeping them up on two runs, they were off…

Pedal for all your worth! Never stop!
Pedal for all your worth! Never stop!
Keep going, keep going! Don't stop!
Keep going, keep going! Don’t stop!
Now, they don't want to stop! Nor do they really know how. :D
Now, they don’t want to stop! Nor do they really know how. 😀

My only question is, what next?