Home For Christmas (2009)

I am on a train in Germany on my way back to the Orlando after going home for Christmas.

Home for Christmas is where my wife and kids are, this year I had to travel to Nuremberg to see them and at the moment am headed back to Orlando Florida. Now, with nothing better to so I’ve decided to try my hand at Blogging. Blogs are interesting to me they can be personalized like Myspace without the hassle of spam but are easier to protect the little details of you life that Facebook seems to disregard. I confess, I’m guilty of having an account with all three forms of social networking and am more than somewhat addicted to updating my accounts. To those of you bored/voyeuristic enough to read this post all the way through pity you and at the same time and am glad to know when someone has wasted their time on my mundane contribution to spam on the Information Super Highway. If you notice mass grammatical errors accompanied by atrocious spelling I will take the low road and blame it on the fact that my computer operating system is auf Deutsch so spelling and grammar check are not too compatible.

Before my family can immigrate Stateside, the two girls need their CRBA proving their American citizenship.

We have all but two documents ready and are just waiting on those. Once we have everything we’ll be can file for Hailley and Alexia’s Report of Birth Abroad. I had ordered the papers almost a month and half before December so we decided to go ahead and spend the winter holidays together. Unfortunately after one full month of waiting the documents still haven’t arrived, the girls still aren’t Americans and it’ll be a while before we can begin the immigration process.

That said, it was a very good month that seemed more like three days than thirty.

I hadn’t seen Sabrina, Clark or Hailley since June 2008 and it was awesome to finally see, hold and spend time with my newborn daughter Alexia May. This time a year ago we found out we were going to have another baby, I hadn’t been able to find a decent job for a father of three and we both agreed we want to live in the States at least until all the kids graduate high school. So like many other German-American families I went ahead and moved Stateside Jan. ’08 in order to establish the prerequisite residency and sponsorship.

Newborn Baby Alexia May Woodyard Nuremberg, Germany
Alexia May Woodyard Newborn

Poor Alexia must think her name is Hailley because everyone myself included tends to call her by the wrong name. It was shocking to see big she is only three months after being born. Most of her day consists of eating, sleeping, being lovingly harassed by her siblings and watching the constant action that comes with being in a family of five.

She rarely cries other than for food or a new diaper. In the last week or two though she’s developed a rhythmic yell reserved to let us know she wants to sit up or be held we were both somewhat surprised that she can communicate so specifically at such a young age.

Her eyes are always wide open seemingly too wide as though she is straining to understand what is going on and is frustrated the constant stream of information doesn’t compute fast enough for her to remember what she just learned. It’s definitely fun to hold her and spend time with my youngest daughter.

Hailley has mastered the art of walking and bossing her brother around. She does fall down a lot but manages to quickly recover saying her catch-all phrase „All besser!“ (meaning All Better.)

This is sung-stated in a way only a one and half-year-old little girl can communicate. This is a blanket statement reassuring herself and everyone nearby who happened to see her land nose, ear or belly-first. She is a creature of habit incapable of drinking out of any bottle other than the ones sanctioned as hers. 

She cannot leave her bed unless her Decke (blanket), Flasche (bottle), and Baby come along, only to be dropped and forgotten moments later. She was quick to decide that: She loves to dance with her Papa, I am the best resource when it comes to asking for cookies, and the Weihnachtsmann (The Christmas Man) is an alright guy as long as Papa is nearby.

We had a really good Christmas done in both German and American fashion.

I believe I might have solved the mystery behind Santa Clause distributing presents around the world in only one evening.

Its true that, while he may visit a majority of America and deliver the gifts on the 25th most of Europe celebrates Christmas day on the 24th We exchanged gifts and celebrated Christmas Day with Sabrina’s family at her Oma’s (Grandmother’s) place, then went home telling the kids the whole way home that the Weihnachtsmann be here soon and that is definitely a good thing. 

The next morning this message really hit home for Hailley she was blown away at the magical things Santa had done in our household. She constantly brought up his name all the way into the first week of the new year.

Nuremberg Children's Christmas Market
Sitting with Santa at the Nuremberg Children’s Christmas Market 2009

 

It’s been almost two hours and I feel as though I’m only half way though divulging information you don’t need to know and I don’t need to mention. I’ll consider this point in my post as the Intermission and will continue in the Munich airport.

… Intermission over. I’m in Munich Airport now and it’s back to blogging to pass the time.

Sylvester mit Onkel Pascal in Nürnberg
Pascal & Clark Playing With Sparklers New Year’s Eve 2009
The Kaiserburg in Hauptstadt der Franken Nuremberg
The Imperial Castle in the capital city of Franconia. Nuremberg, Germany

Clark has changed a lot in such a short amount of time, not only is he physically taller, stronger and more active his vocabulary has expanded into a mixed up but mostly comprehensible Germlish (German-English) or Denglisch (Deutsch-Englisch).

There are plenty of times where no one can understand him but for the most part he has matured very fast. He loves to wrestle we would take all the blankets and pillows, throw them on the living room floor and Boom! Baby! Instant ring.

He would walk up to me and say „Bissi machen“ meaning „A little making“ … basically lets fight. Hailley was pretty skeptical about the whole thing at first then when she realized it was just a lot of getting thrown into a pile of pillows and getting tickled till you can’t breath she warmed up to it and would walk up to me, say-sing Papa! Thr

Throw the toughest punch she could muster, then run off screaming with laughter. It was definitely a lot of fun for all of us, plus they would pass out really early.

Nuremberg is a really old city, close to 1,000 years old with a lot of interesting places to see. 

Most of our days waiting on the documents in the mail were spent going on family walks, well Sabrina and I walked the kids rode in the lap of luxury in their stroller.

A lot of our days waiting on the documents in the mail were spent going on family walks, well Sabrina and I walked the kids rode in the lap of luxury in their winter ready strollers. One of every body’s favorite places we went was the museum downtown. It took us a total of 2 da

It took us a total of 2 days to really go through and see everything. We also went to the church we were married in, the St. Sebaldus Kirche. The church is named after one of the first Christian missionaries to Germany. Over nine centuries ago it was just a hut, but apparently St. Sebald made a tremendous impression on the city so a massive shrine (the church) was erected in his honor. There is a lot of elaborate art and many statues in there. In the center behind the main pulpit area is a gaudy elevated casket, I was told shortly after he died the people of Nuremberg would bring their sick and elderly to touch his casket because apparently even his remains were so holy that he still performed miracles from beyond the grave. Many areas of the museum had elaborate tapestries, paintings and sculptures telling his story.

It never snowed until after Christmas, although I have a lot of pictures of us in the snow that wasn’t until after the Weihnachtsmann visited. After celebrating New Years Eve (which is called Sylvester), we met with the extended family for a New Year brunch at Cafe Alex, it’s a buffet restaurant, but the nicest buffet I can think of. On what Germans call the first floor which is in my mind the second floor because I always forget the ground floor. The Cafe is one story up with a terrace overlooking the main marketplace with a view of a Catholic church to the right, the Courthouse directly across the way and Sebaldus Kirche back and to the left. It’s a very popular view overlooking the Christkindles Markt which fills up the entire square during December. After eating til it wasn’t comfortable we said our goodbyes. Then Sabrina and I (mostly me coaxing Sabrina into the idea) decided to walk up to the castle which is one hell of steep climb especially when you’re shoving a heavy double stroller in

After eating til it wasn’t comfortable we said our goodbyes. Then Sabrina and I (mostly me coaxing Sabrina into the idea) decided to walk up to the castle which is one hell of steep climb especially when you’re shoving a heavy double stroller in front of you, but the view was worth it… Once we caught our breath. The castle overlooks the entire city, has three large areas to explore and an amazing view overlooking all of Nuremberg.

Well! It is now 2:00 am, I’m bored, can’t think of a better way to bring this post to an end. Cant think for that matter. so I do believe I’ll just leave it as is and move on to something more captivating, like… Finding Caffine!

American expat in Germany, novice blogger, amateur artist, rehabilitated couch potato, smartphone addict, full-time father, husband and terminal nerd.
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American expat in Germany, novice blogger, amateur artist, rehabilitated couch potato, smartphone addict, full-time father, husband and terminal nerd.

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