Paige's Return to Deutschland!

Hallo from Berlin! This blog is a place for friends and family to get occasional snip-its on Biggs' life in Germany and me to assuage my guilt for living so far away from loved ones. Expect bad syntax and so-so sentence structure. There is no shame in just scrolling for little Biggs' photos for a "cute fix" without the risk of getting sucked into social media.

Monday, November 11, 2024

Girls Gone Wild: Wittenberg

 Robin survived seven weeks of this:

And this:

With some help from this:

Coffee and Kuchen

She also might have decided that she doesn’t want to have children. Thankfully, Laurel and I already discussed long ago that we strive to not be grandkid pushers

When Laurel and I first hatched this crazy idea of what I’ll call “borrow-a-niece”, she encouraged me to put Robin to work. I was like, “No, she’ll just have light chores like the rest of the littles”. But then Robin sent me texts like this: “Would any dinner prep be helpful?” And I was like, “yes, we can use all the help we can get.” Did I mention that she cleaned up after dinner every night too?

Thankfully I am smart enough to know that this level of helpfulness is not to be expected from my direct progeny in their teen years. But for seven blissful weeks, I got to live a parenting-a-teen dream replete with some of the funny moments that reminded me of being a teenager with her parents. 

To thank us for hosting, Laurel wanted to take me on a weekend trip. As those in the inner circle know, I don’t willingly travel these days. But Laurel did all the planning and agreed to a slow-paced Wittenberg adventure. Wittenberg is a rare choice for a girls’ weekend, or non-Lutheran travelers, or teenagers. But, I couldn’t let an opportunity pass to visit the heart of the reformation with a besty with knowledge of historical hot goss. 


The trip got off to a slow start when I groggily came down the stairs and realized Laurel and I were wearing the same clothes. I mean it’s a great look.

Pairs well with pork knuckle served with a knife stuck in it. 

I realized I hit the week a little too hard and was going to need some sleep before I could do Wittenberg properly. Laurel and Robin went to the train without me and I head back to bed. Most of Casa Biggs still had a lingering head cold that has yet to be kicked. This trip reminded me that I need to nap everyday. It’s no longer a luxury - it is a necessity. Side note: Maybe I had the adult vaccinated version of whooping cough during this trip. Either way, the daily napping stays.

Anywho, we spent the weekend church hoping. On Saturday evening we went to the English language service at Luther's home church. Sunday morning we went to service at the church where he nailed his 95 Thesis.

Laurel is a sucker for stained glass.

In-between, we looked at pretty things. 


Ate yummy food.


Enjoyed cozy fall rituals.

Robin and I learned the origin of the expression "pulling out all the stops". It comes from organ stops. They get crazy in Wittenberg with the organs. Ever wonder what Taylor Swifts' Shake it Off would sound like on a huge piped instrument? Head to Wittenberg to find out. 

It was a fun and crazy #fourkidsfall. We miss our big sister.

Friday, November 08, 2024

Emotional Blogging

I've always cared more about politics than the average person. My bestie from high school, Laurel, and I even hatched a plan that she would be president and I would be her chief of staff. I think our dream was officially over after the result of the 2004 reelection of George W. Bush. Neither of us could figure out how his cabinet could fabricate a war and then the American people would increase their support for him. The world really missed out on the Laurel/Paige combo as witnessed by an event we crushed last month:

Although, honestly Doo-Kyoung is the special sauce. She is a total pro.

The day after the election I wore all black and cried through my classes. It was a season of mourning and learning; Learning that my hope cannot be in politics. Kamala Harris' concession speech would have done me well at that time. 

Upon finishing college in Seattle, I moved to Washington DC so I could protest in-front of the White House on my internship lunch break, interrupt congressional hearings, and generally "stick it to the man". But after a few months, I looked for a ticket out of the US which came in the form a masters program in Berlin. I stayed out of the country most of Bush's second term before coming back to two glorious Obama terms.

Election Day 2016 Laurel and I did some half-hearted phone banking for Hillary Clinton. Because I'm me, I never stayed on script which might have contributed to her loss. I turned off my phone for my flight from San Diego to Portland. When I touched down, I found out that Trump had won. I declared to my in-laws, who were watching Crosby, that "I'm out." I'm not sticking around to see what kind of USA a sexist, racist, narcissist cooks up.

So yeah, I already had some strong feelings about Trump before he showed himself to be worse than we imagined. I'm as shocked as anybody from a blue state that he won again. I don't have a single family member or close friend who openly supports Trump. Some people would say this is part of the problem, that I'm in some kind of silo. But no, I generally don't connect with people who condone disrespect, toxic masculinity, and unkindness in their everyday lives or on the ballot. My family of origin used to be Republican. Nevertheless, all of them view Trump's incompetence, dishonestly, and temperament as disqualifying. 

All of this was a big intro to - where do we go from here? 

The short answer is we do what we've been doing to cope since 2016. Here's what's "worked" for me.

I have boundaries on my news intake. Specifically, I watch only comedy news. Once a week, Paul and I watch a few Stephen Colbert monologues and meanwhiles. His intro and monologue last night were just what the doctor ordered - mostly because there were no actual clips of Trump saying his usual asinine comments. When Saturday Night Live is on we watch the weekly update. This likely will be my only source of news as they never do live clips of Trump. I don't know if I'll even be able to stomach the cold opens this season. I will keep reading the Local English Language News App. It produces five articles a day about the top stories in Germany.

Because I have the option, I keep working on my German citizenship. If you are an American Living in Germany, the first step is scheduling your citizenship test at a local community college. Like most German things, you'll have a bunch of forms, lines, and need to go there in person. Once you have your test date, schedule a time to see the 15 minute film at the Visitor Center of the Berlin Wall Memorial. It will give you the historical context and then the Einbürgerungstest App will teach you fun facts about how many countries are in the EU, etc. The longer you've been here, the less you'll likely need to study.

I relapse to reading romance novels. I was going to stop, but as my sister-and-law reminded me, they bring me joy. 

If Emily Henry can't take your mind off politics, no one can.

I ride my bike all over town looking for rare antibiotics for my three vaccinated children who still managed to get Whooping Cough. Ok, I don't recommend this as a coping strategy. It was just a small nod to the $hit storm of a week I'm having and a reminder that sometimes Germany isn't a paradise. But generally, I recommend exercise. 

If outdoors isn't an option, Let's Dance delivers.

The most important thing is that I will continue to be thankful for the many joys in my life. Paul and I are in a season of mourning. A dream of a better USA died this week. But, the last thing I'm going to let this tyrant take from me is my joy....or sleep. Speaking of which, I need to join this little lady.

Friday, October 11, 2024

Emotional Eating

In my twenties, I spent more time at my grandparents' house than your average, single globe-trotter. Their home in Arizona was one of the few places I could go for respite. I'd float around with my grandma at the pool, go golfing with my grandpa, and 'visit'. I'd come with a belly full of cookies ready to throw myself back into my uncertain world of trying to find a career and a life partner.

Important side note: This blog wouldn't even exist if it wasn't for my grandparents. My grandpa was one of the few people who encouraged my writing. As my adoring blog readers know, the writing itself isn't my forte. Voice is strong - yes. Photos are on point - thanks Paul! But punctuation, etc - I mean can you even use a '-' like that? 

Back to the point, my grandpa once made a comment about how one day "I might be writing about my life." I don't remember the context but it was a vote a confidence because writing has never been something at which I was naturally gifted. (See, I didn't end that sentence with a preposition. But was it wordy? yes.) 

I started the blog as a single person, took a long break once coupled, and didn't start again until covid. My grandma was locked down, like most grandparents, so I fired back up the blog in an attempt to entertain her. I started posting every week or so. After I had 3-4 posts, I'd print them off, maybe add some kid art, and send them to her in the mail. 

Now my grandma is in her last days. My dad just showed her the last little Biggs' masterpieces I sent. In my current 'happy chaos', I won't be able to make it to say goodbye while she is still alive or likely even attend any kind of memorial. So I'm coping in a way she would approve - baking cookies.

I'm using "her" recipe. Which is to say, one day while visiting Arizona I asked her for her recipe. She told me to go into the kitchen and grab the chocolate chips. Yup, she used the recipe right on the back of the yellow package all those years. Toll House Original 

My kitchen helper was happy to do a run to the grocery store across the street for butter:


It never gets old living in a place where you can give your illiterate seven-year old 20 bucks and ask him to come back with butter and some tea. Hugo: "I can't reach the tea. I'll just ask someone to get me a package with the tree logo that says 'black'."

Once he got home, he got totally distracted taking apart our broken vacuum cleaner. 

But he'd done his part.

Crosby was happy to take over once some other "power tools" were involved:


I made a triple batch with the intention of using cookies as my 'ticket' in the door to see a new baby brother born to Carmen's bestie. Also, we currently have no heating in our building - again - so running the oven helps. My neighbor Val came over to bring homemade brown sugar and help me mix the dough after I sent her this picture to show my awesome spacial reasoning skills.

Triple batch was still a good life choice even if the mixing was a challenge.

This is the point in the post where I should put a photo of happy kids with chocolate all over their faces. But this post, just like grieving, is incomplete. I'll leave you with one of my favorite photos of my Grandma giving me the "something borrowed" on the happiest day of my life.

I love you Grandma. I'll miss you.

Wednesday, October 09, 2024

Book Report: Everybody Fights

There is so much fighting at Casa Biggs. It's mostly between the kids and me with Robin playing the roll as International Peace Observer. 


The littles are going to be crushed when she leaves in a couple weeks.

The good news is that all three little Biggs have no problem expressing their emotions or communicating their wants. The bad news - well, it is a lot for my only-child peacemaker husband. I'm exasperated, "why can't you get in the fight?" and he's more, "how do we live in peace?". The truth is, contrary to the title of this book, not everybody fights. 


Some, ahem enneagram nines, just avoid conflicts all together. But, fighting is my love language. (half joking) As an enneagram eight, if you aren't challenging me - it doesn't really seem like you're in the game. And so, I read this book in an effort to glean some skills for how to get Paul to fight with me in a way that might be more palatable for him.

The book emphasizes some of the classic relationship conflict advice. Wait for everyone to cool down after the fight to discuss.  Practice active listening - "this is what I heard you say...". Don't tell anyone to "calm down" - instead kindly acknowledge that "this is hard". There are also more gems disclosed during entertaining audiobook banter. These are the top three take-aways that I'd like to employ with my sparring partners:

1. Treat your partner as you would an (American) stranger. 

In Berlin people just give each other questioning stairs. But in the US you make eye contact, greet the person, and maybe even exchange a compliment. I'm often so distracted that I don't do this properly with my people. Also, I've decided after another morning of bleary-eyed stare downs with Berlin strangers, I'm just going to start greeting people on the street. 

"Good day fellow Berliner! Yes, my child is asleep in my bike on-top of a bunch of ballon animals."

2. Tell me more - the new magic words

I get frustrated with Paul that he doesn't tell me what he wants. One of the traits of the enneagram nine is they are generally fine with anything. Don't bother asking where they want to go to dinner. As an eight, I should be happy about getting my way. But I'm mostly just confused - how do you really not know what you want? Nevertheless, when Paul does tell me something he wants, I am too quick to shoot it down. Mostly it's because the idea often adds more work for me. However, if I really want to understand what he wants then I need to ask him to "tell me more".  

3. Make your 'thank yous' more specific

Many days - as Paul as heading out the door - I say, "Thanks for making the monies." But the book recommends mentioning the specific sacrifice the person made and the benefit to you. So I will add, "I appreciate that you work hard so I can stay home blogging and napping off my oncoming cold." Speaking of which, I need to get on today's second goal. Carmen can't have all the fun. 

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Book Report: ADHD for Smart Ass Women

Listen-up my ADHD ladies, I'm about to potentially save you 7.5 hours of your life with a simple flow chart based on the premise of this famous Atlantic article.



This book starts out like a first online date. You know you're interested from the pictures/cover. The date starts out well - you have things in common. Then you start realizing you see the world through different eyes. It's not going to work out. 

This is the book my mom would have written about her experience with ADHD (if she could sit still long enough to write). You can do it all - the family, the career, the creative side hustles. Your ADHD is your super power. Sure, neurotypical folks can effortlessly get their kids to preschool on time but you can hyper focus. Yes, our relationships are more dysfunctional but we're more "fun". True, meetings are ten times more boring for you than your colleagues but use your extra creativity to make a world where meetings don't exist.

Here was my big take-home from this book: "ADHD women typically do better outside the home because there they have structure and intellectual stimulation". Ruh Roh. 

But what if working outside the home, for a myriad of reasons, isn't an option? Well, we do what us ADHD smart ass women have always done. We try harder than our neurotypical peers while looking and feeling like this most days:


OMG Paige - what's happened to you? This doesn't sound like your optimistic - also a trait of ADHD - self? Not to worry, I haven't hit any new kind of bottom. It's just more of the same realization that my self worth or adequacy has nothing to do with what I can do and everything to do with being loved by God. I don't know why I, and at least one of my kids, inherited ADHD. I'm not going to put any "for such a time as this" spin on the current state of affairs.

During Robin's bedtime devotional, I was reminded of this quote by Mother Teresa, "We can do not great things, only small things with great love. What is important is not how much you do, but how much love you put into doing it." Which, incidentally, is a blend of my two top character strengths that I discovered through the book's suggested online questionnaire. My top strength was love followed by spirituality. These are strengths I get to use everyday in chaos management. And when it gets too much, a little well timed self care is in order.

Cucumber eye mask + sleep = super hero level recovery

Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Book Report: The Hating Game

The Hating Game is the last romance novel I'll read for the forseable future. I want to spend more time catching-up with friends and/or reading biographies. Ideally I'll also be spending more time with Paul once he wraps this big project on Thursday. Generally, I need less escape in my life and more commitment to making my life more manageable. 

That being said, The Hating Game was a fun end of a reading era. Only in romance novels do the men live at the gym and spend more time on their appearance than women. Oh, true fantasy. 


This is what real life looks like these days:

Hugo is a school kid! Complete with Schultüte

Most days Hugo and Cros take the tram together, but when we went to Hugo's first day celebration we rolled deep...


And faded fast...


Our littlest dude turns seven tomorrow. 

It's been a wild ride.

Thursday, September 05, 2024

Book Report: Funny Story

After our first positive Corona test, I knew I was going to need something to get through the days ahead. Thankfully, the PDX library delivered this gem just in time.


I liked Emily Henry's Beach Read and People We Meet on Vacation but I enjoyed Funny Story more. I found the characters much more relatable and generally less annoying. These are romance novels staring millennials after all, so one has to accept some of the quirks associated with the special snowflake generation. 

The book got me through the rolling positive corona tests happening every two days. We were 5 for 5. I tested positive on my birthday. Also on my birthday, a louse jumped out of Paul's hair. So, this book got me through hours of changing and washing sheets while Paul spent hours combing our hair.  It was a memroble birthday to say the least.

But I'm grateful that we got over covid soon enough for Crosby to do his favorite art camp, Hugo to start school, and Carmen to follow around her new favorite person. 

Thankfully Robin came recently recovered and fully boosted. She's going to need all the immunity she can get.