Freak Out

I think I'm freaking out.  No, I know I'm freaking out.  My mind is filled with the...WHAT ARE YOU THINKING???'s involved in temporarily moving your household (minus one adorable tiny dog, four chickens, and a pet fish) to another country.  WHAT AM I THINKING??  I mean, which few toys will we take?  Can we really live without the birthday banners?  What of Fisher's school stuff will we take?  What will I have to make/acquire when we get there?  Which books will the kids take? (cause I'm not sure we can get english ones when we get there) Who will my kids play with?  Will German children be nicer this time around?  Will they still suck?  (not to generalize here, we just didn't have super great experiences with the locals kids last time) Where will I find yarn to knit?  Who will cut our hair?  Wax my eyebrows?  Computer cords?  Hair dryer?  What will become our new grocery staples?  How will we cook with them?  What if we get sick? What if Piper has asthma problems?  What about doctors?  How am I going to pull off Christmas (in three weeks)?  How badly will we miss all our family and friends?  What if what if what if whatifwhatifwhatifwhatifwhatif???

Take a breath.  Make a list.  Take a breath.  Make a list.  Take a breath.  Make a list.

Okay, I think I'm done.  For now.

And because you deserve cute pictures after all that...

Near sighted

Far sighted
It's a lot scarier from this view, huh?

Relaxin'

JKFP