Girls Gone Wild: Wittenberg
Robin survived seven weeks of this:
And this:
With some help from this:
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.
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.
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.