‘Twas the night before our HHG delivery

Two things every military family knows, one is that HHG means household goods, and two, is that the day they are delivered is like Christmas, no matter the time of year. We have now been living out of suitcases for well over three months and I. Am. So. Over. It. I long for more than seven outfits and a towel for goodness sake (yes we did forget to pack any with us… we have been using our already scarce amount of clothing [don’t judge me])!

It will be crazy, that’s for sure, a crew of German men unloading every item we possess, us trying to meticulously account for everything on the inventory, them trying to get the job done as quickly as possible. Add to that, two mischievous children who will riffle through un-babyproofed boxes in search of long lost treasures. It’s totally going to be like Christmas (the stressful side of Christmas that I can now appreciate because I’m a parent, I’m sure the rest of you P-club members understand).

Before then, we have lots of prepping still left to do. We didn’t accomplish nearly as much painting as we were hoping to, so there’s that, along with the need to scrub everything down before furniture goes in and I can never reach those hard to clean areas again; although, really, what’s the point, my house is just going to be a disaster zone after the unpack tomorrow anyway (and if you can’t see it, is the dirt really there?).

In other news, we’ve been getting acclimated to our village. It’s a small town of just 840 registered members. There are only a few main streets, mostly full of pretty dutch houses. Most people do their shopping in the neighboring village of Brücken, which is much larger. We haven’t full explored yet, but from the priority road you can see a “bakerei,” an ice cream parlor, grocery stores and a cafe, so once we’re settled in, I’m sure there will be many walks down town for summer treats.

While at the park yesterday, we met one of the few American families living in the village (apparently there are only 7 of us!). The school bus from Ramstein had just expelled it’s rambunctious cargo of K-12th graders nearby, so the kids played with a group of kindly middle schoolers while Sandy and I chatted about life in Germany. Her family has been living in the village for 8 months, so she was able to give me the low down on where to shop and eat and how to get Aurora in to the kindergarten in the fall.

Speaking of which, the Bürgermeister  happened to be out for a stroll and Sandy introduced us, not only is he the mayor of Ohmbach, but he also seems to oversee the kindergarten program. Previously, we had been informed that the district did not accept American children, so we were anxious to plead our case about what good German villagers we intended to be. Realizing that I spoke schlecht German, he asked another woman who was at the park to come over and translate for us.

Through much hand gesturing and rephrasing of questions, I was able to find out that the program will be doubling in size next year and there will be two classes available, this means that there should hopefully be a spot for Aurora in the fall! There will be a meeting in July for the American parents interested in the program and we’ll find out more then. We’ve been so gung ho about putting her in German school, so hopefully everything is as awesome as we’ve been dreaming it to be!

These photos don’t really go with the narrative, but what is a blog post without pictures right. 😉
We’ve had a rough week living in our rental home without our stuff… Aurora has been especially boisterous lately and ended up knocking Gray over on the hard, tile floor. Poor baby.

Babes in Deutschland

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