The weather here in Switzerland has been so gorgeous lately. Seth and I have decided that we think Sept/early October can be even better than summer. Summer was pretty spectacular but not so consistent. Maybe we have been blessed with extra nice days but this Fall we have had only a few rainy days. The rest have been crisp and cool. Here is a snapshot of how we have been filling our Fall days!

I have been trying to get the boys outside as much as possible and to do as many fallish activities. Last week we spent the morning hiking down through the woods down the hill from our house. I wish I had taken my camera because the lighting was beautiful and the boys were all kinds of cute feeling like wilderness men. Owen was more hesitant than Jackson but they both tromped around like “Lord of the flies”. We took a ziplock bag and I told Jackson he could fill it with whatever he found. He focused on leaves, acorns and small twigs. I collected some branches and acorns as well to use for a fall wreath. When we got home I pulled out some crafts paper and glue and let Jackson work on making something with his finds. Free fun!

That morning we had a great time together getting out of the house and working on a project but truth be told I was in a bit of a funk that morning. You see I was so wishing I could pop in my car that morning, visit with a friend, grab lunch at Chickfila and pop in to Home Goods or Target to look for some cheap fall decor to spruce up the house. These days come and go. I do miss home and I do enjoy life here, yet some mornings the two worlds collide and I want to pop back to my All-American life. Anyhow, I pulled myself out of my funk and gathered enough things to make a wreath. I have never made a wreath so it is quite rough. But, it was so enjoyable to pull out the glue gun and just work not knowing how it would turn out. It does the trick of sprucing up the house a bit and it gave me time to process my funk.

So, here is my makeshift wreath….which may or may not keep the Chinese lanterns…I may keep fiddling with it!

Another morning last week I posted a recipe for pumpkin spice playdough on a link from a friend. Here is the link for the original. I cut the recipe in half and used a tablespoon of pumpkin pie spice as well as a bit pf extra cinnamon…because it didn’t seem like it needed so much and I kind of ration spices here!  We added some orange food coloring to make it look more pumpkiny without the extra spices. It smelled yummy, filled some time with a project of making it, and filled even more time with the boys playing at the table with it. Owen is stepping up into the world of playdough. He attempted to pop a big bite in as we smelled it originally but after he knew it was salty playdough he was satisfied to play.

Last Friday I was missing my friend Leigh as I was praying so hard that she and her hubby would hear about a new job! Anyhow, as you all know when I miss a friend I normally end up cooking something that reminds me of them! So I got some fresh pumpkin and attempted to make some pumpkin soup. It wasn’t what I remember eating with Leigh at Funfshilling in Germany but it reminded me of sweet times!

This recipe is next on our Fall treat list…Pumpkin Gingersnaps!  Now to find molasses in Bern! Wish me luck!

As we walked up the hill to catch our tram into downtown he sang loudly as he marched onward. I was conscious that Jackson’s exuberance was screeching into the silence and peace of our new neighborhood. We had only been in Switzerland a couple of weeks and I was already keenly aware of how quiet the people were here, including the small children. As we walked I asked Jackson what song he was singing; his reply was “what song, mom?” It seems he goes through life with a soundtrack playing. It brings so much joy to our family, and I have to admit, at times it sends me running for Tylenol with a pounding headache many a day around 4 pm.

My goal from the beginning of each move has been to learn to appreciate our new home while still maintaining some of who we are and where we are from. I remember clearly in those first months how my blood pressure would rise each time we left the house knowing that Jackson would push the social norms and likely offend someone. I would prep him before getting on each tram or train and pray that he would get lost in people watching and not be quite so noisy. But then one day it hit me, I was stressing in an effort to fit in, and the result was stifling to my son’s personality.  I wanted him to respect the social climate but what I was doing was allowing my insecurity to pressure me into thinking that he had to be seen and not heard. But the truth is that being sensitive didn’t mean being silent.

So for the last ten months we have worked and worked to teach our little ones “tram rules” and “noise laws.” If it is late afternoon and we are playing outside for goodness sake I allow him to use his outside voice. With the occasional, “Let’s make sure the whole neighborhood can’t hear us.” But if we are taking an early morning walk, especially on Sundays, we try to explain the need for our neighbors to have some quiet rest. This is no task for the weak-willed. We still have days when my blood pressure boils and it is nothing short of a miracle that we don’t get asked to step off the tram. But mostly the boys feel the “climate change” as we enter the tram and know to knock it down a few notches.  They can point out the window and talk to us but their voices can’t be so loud that everyone can hear.

When it comes to teaching cultural sensitivity I often feel as if I am working for something unattainable. But as motherhood would have it, I was completely surprised and encouraged last week.  We got on the tram on Friday evening after a casual dinner out with the boys. They were WILD, as in Owen screaming to see the fish tank, eating not a bite and Jackson wishing oh so hard that I would suddenly think it was okay to get up and down from his chair to walk around the food court while we ate. With dinner done we hopped on our tram and the boys settled in. They sat quietly next to us and looked out the window. Two rows in front of us a toddler popped her head up above her seat and shot Jackson a vibrant, mischievous look. She proceeded to get into a standing position, shrieking and growling to get the boys to laugh and enter in. While Jackson smiled and laughed a bit he stayed in his seat and did not get up like he would have in the past. Looking around you could see people becoming visibly uncomfortable with noise level and interaction. The excitement in this little girl got so rowdy that the lady sitting in the row between us turned to look at us to see what on earth we were doing to cause such commotion. Jackson and I just smiled politely at her. When the little girl and her mom reached their stop she continued with the show and began loudly yelling “goodbye” to the boys in Swiss German.  Our boys paused and then looked to us to see if it was okay to holler goodbye. We encouraged them to say goodbye and they both with all friendliness and nearing outside voice levels said goodbye to the girl.

Sure there are days when excitement cannot be contained and the volume knob is not reachable. And on those days I remind myself that these boys are not by nature quiet. SO we roll with it. But there are also days where I see new maturity that allows the rambunctious to sit and take in the world we currently live in, which happens to be a quiet, reserved place.

As we head into this weekend we have NOT A THING planned, with the exception of our normal Sunday evening church! I think this might be the first time in a long time we have nothing penciled in. I am looking forward to doing a few projects around the house and taking some long walks. It might be almost pumpkin patch time!

Weekly Happenings at the Kolb house…

1. Owen is an exceptionally good climber and his #1 goal this week has been to play on top of the coffee table. Or the dining room table. Or the patio table.  Oh yes, and his #2 goal is to bring rocks in from the atrium and dump them onto the tile floor. I tried to describe the “terrible two’s” to a Swiss friend this week…ironically it isn’t in their vocabulary!  Apparently only American kids get ornery at age 2. Still not enough to convince me that I would rather be Swiss

2. Jackson loves school. And this my friends is the last day of the first of three weeks of Fall break. What kid gets 3 weeks of fall break? Anyhow, he is missing his buddies and routine! As am I! I love not rushing in the morning and I love that he and Owen are getting more brother time but I do miss the down time of only having one boy at home!

3. Learning to be brothers takes a long time, maybe a lifetime! The boys are daily sharing lots of laughs and playing battle of the wills.

4. Owen is having a burst of new words this week! He is so proud of himself and it is neat to see Jackson encouraging him.  When we ask him “who loves _______ ?” He yells “I do”. Some of his his other words lately are “M&M”, “baball”/baseball, “taco”, and “ummy”/yummy.

5. My semi-OCD tendencies come out when I do things like making family albums from 2009, 2010 and starting 2011 at the same time.  As well as taking some online Speech Path courses. 10 hours of classes done and done with 2009, halfway done with 2010 and not even sure I will last through 2011.  I may not ever go back to Speech path but at least I will have family albums, right?!

6. And just so Seth doesn’t feel left out I will add that he basically runs the show in the consular section right now! After a summer of training all of the new officers and getting shifted over to American Citizen Services he is now covering for people as they receive their shipments of household goods. Somehow he keeps his cool even though he is often doing his job and the job of many others. Did I mention he is still in the bidding process and we are SO ready to be done?!

Jackson quote of the week:

Yesterday I asked Jackson what he thought we could do to make Seth’s day easier. I suggested Jackson collect trash from the bathrooms since it is trash day today. Jackson responded with “no, that’s not really what I was sinking (read: thinking), I sink maybe I should go take care of organizing daddy’s money for him, his coin basket is making his room so messy”.

this is a random pic from last yr at this time! Amazing how they have grown!

So there you have it, a whole lot of nothing at all. Have a great weekend, folks!

this is how it’s done, Owen

ewww.

strategy…be the hitter and catcher..get that ball before Jackson

ball thief

Jackson wising up and guarding the bat and ball

“who me?”

“we aren’t opening the gate, mom, we are guarding it!”