I'd like to say I took this picture, but I didn't. I had a case of camera-stupid-itis and took all my pictures on what was apparently the wrong setting -- my pictures look like junk. Grainy, blury, junk. My backyard neighbor, Christy, took this pictures and kindly shared. She is the official camera smarty pants of the event.
My other neighbor, Katja, kindly organizes a German American Women's Club Mother and Child Group for us. (Say that 5 times fast! Good luck with that! Half the time I can't even remember the name of the group.) She kindly organizes field trips out into the wide, wide word of Germany for us. We repay her by showing up late to the car pool take-off time. Katja is a true German, and this makes her CRAZY. She is also very kind, and never complains about it. Katja arranged for the kids to have a lesson from a real-live potter this month. It is such a popular event that she has had to run it three times as the potter can only take nine kids in a group. Katja is a saint!
I think the kids did a pretty good job. . .
(Again . . Christy's pictures not mine.)
Surely they've learned all the potter has to teach by now . .
(Or not)
The potter prefers that the parents leave the class so that she can get the kids to focus on their lesson rather than their Momma's cameras. Those are, of course, not the words she used, but it's what she meant. We reluctantly left our precious children threw our coats back on and ran to the bakery/coffee shop around the corner. I felt a little bad, because I know Holly must have acted like an animal, but I think I may have been the first momma out the door.
The drive home in the dark and the rain with five hungry children in my van, and a wrong turn that Christy and I have agreed not to discuss (again that would be my contribution to the event) left a little to be desired, but otherwise it was a great trip. Go Katja!
Next month Katja has arranged for us to go to the German Bakery again and make traditional German Christmas cookies. This was a BLAST last year, but a little overcrowded with something like 30 moms and kids, and one very flustered dad. We will be breaking into two groups this year, so that the kids can receive a little more instruction, and the bakery staff doesn't quit. I'll have to try to arrange to be in Christy's group, because she is apparently the only one who can use a camera.
It's a good thing I have such great neighbors or I'd spend my life late, lost, and with junky pictures.