Mama's Twig & Blossoms Blog

Big Feelings, Kid-Sized Packages

It is the tender hearted moments like this that tug so at my mama heartstrings. Yesterday my sweet littles had their first concert in German. Leading up to the day there were questions like, "How many days until the concert?" and, "How many songs will we be singing?" But I never felt any hints of anxiety until we were about to leave the house. This is my sw...

Kids in a Cage

We Love German playgrounds, they are the absolute best!! If you want to slide down a slide, you're going to have to work for it. And though my heart still sometimes skips a beat when I see my sweet babes so far out of my reach, my protection, it's a reminder of how far I've come as a mom. Today I watched my kids navigate climbing up a cage, of sorts, just f...

For the Unseen Among Us

It is Mother's Day and I have been effectively sequestered in my room, with a cup of coffee, while my husband and sweet children make Mother's Day magic in another part of the house. To say they are excited is an understatement. As soon as I woke up this morning, they greeted me with hugs and kisses and Mother's Day wishes. Then they bounded off after daddy...

We grow where we're planted

Being a part of a military family means we move, a lot. In the last 9 years, we have lived in Texas, Arizona, Germany, (short stint in Kansas), Colorado, Kansas (again), Georgia, and now Germany (again). Did you get that? Our kids are just four and we're in our 6th home since they were born. SIXTH! The upsides to this are numerous and varied. We get to ex...

I'm a Super-Hero, and so are YOU!

I was in the grocery store this morning when I got the call from the school. "The children are fine, but I have news for you that is not good. Because you are not registered at the Rathaus, there is no place for your children in the school." It was heavy news and felt devastating to my being that was, for whatever reason, feeling fragile this morning. This ...

Quilt in a Day

Many years ago my sister, excited I was showing an interest in her favorite hobby, loaned me a book called Quilt in a Day. I excitedly picked out my fabric (in hindsight, not the best choices) and gathered my supplies and on a sunny Saturday, sat down to let my creativity flow. A month later, my quilt was complete. A MONTH! It was my first quilt and i...

What's on your beam?

Once a week, I said. How hard can it be? I'll publish a new blog post once a week. Ahahahaha, yes well, let me wipe the tears of mirth from my eyes as I tell you, the best laid plans rarely survive enemy contact (or so says Helmuth von Moltke). And so it is that, after almost a THREE month break, I am back at the computer, typing away. It's not that I did...

That Magical Mommy Moment

**We are traveling, and busy, and instead of writing I’m watching my littles ride horses, collect eggs, feed sheep and scare buffalo. Yes, the cries of a girl begging to be carried through a field will scare a buffalo quicker than you can imagine. All this to tell you that today’s post is from more than a year ago (I can hardy believe those were the days of...

Faking It

We are traveling and it is fun. (It is fun. It is fun. It is fun.) OK, I don’t actually have to convince myself, it really is fun (mostly). We’ve stayed in hotels and gone swimming, hung out with grandparents, gone to the zoo, had picnics in new parks, splashed in new splash pads, been spoiled by said grandparents, and basically been on vacation. What is ...

Turns out, you actually CAN pick your family

There’s a line in To Kill a Mocking Bird that reads, “You can choose your friends, but you sho’ can’t choose your family.” I've heard this in many forms over the years. It's usually said when something crazy or shameful in the family happens, and the message you get from (or give to) well-meaning people is, "So sorry to hear your sister is in jail, but you...

What's Under Your Deck?

My family and I are getting ready to move. Have I told you that? Our house has been packed, the movers finish loading today, and then, after a good scrubbing (the house and us), we’re off. While we’re all excited for the adventure that awaits us, leaving the home where we’ve raised our littles is a touch bittersweet. Each time I push them on the swings ...

I Take Pictures of Poop

Every now and then, whilst flipping through pictures on my phone, I find one of poop. Let me explain. Potty training was a BIG DEAL in our house, as I’m sure it is in every home where at least one parent is hoping, praying, and solidly committed to ensuring the little people who live with them get out of diapers. Pooping can be the worst. Where many kids ha...

I WANT A CAKE POP!!!!!

"I WANT A CAKE POP!!!" His voice was downright shrill, and seemed to reverberate throughout the store (or maybe it was just reverberating in my head?). It started innocently enough, I can assure you. A trip to Target, the promise of a cake pop for best listeners and cooperators. But you never really know, do you, when things are going to go off the rails,...

Kangaroos Don't High-Five

Kangaroos don’t high-five. Those are the first words my sweet girl spoke when she woke up this morning. I chuckled to myself, thinking she was still asleep (oh what this child says in her sleep), but then second guessed myself and said aloud, “What did you say?” She yawned, then repeated, “Kangaroos don’t high five.” I don’t know what spurred the thought an...

Excuse the Mess

I don’t know how many ways I’ve said it: “Excuse the mess." "I’m so sorry, it’s been a crazy day here” (while gesturing to, you know, the whole of my unkempt home). “Auggh, don’t look at my house, it’s a disaster!” “That laundry is all clean, I promise!” And I meant it, EVERY TIME! Oh the embarrassment of someone popping by because they just wante...