12 more days 'til we move!

Wow, just 12 more days until we move back to that mysterious place called America! I don't quite understand what my Momma and Dad mean when they say "move" (which usually means that I have to scoot over?) but I can tell you that we are going to sleep in a "new Mark house" and that we will see "ah-Mah" and both of my "Da-pah"s... and I know that we will fly in a "HUGE" airplane!

My Momma and Dad took me to Rothenburg this weekend to pick up my cousin Diana! We had fun walking around the town, and I really like Diana. She plays with me, and tells me that I am cute!

In between, I decided to be naughty and run off. Luckily for my parents, we were right next to the torture museum, and so, I was punished appropriately... with 30 seconds in the stockade! (We didn't go into the museum)


Here I am proving that I am my Momma's son... I inherited her love for rocks, errr, I mean for "wroughts" (as I call them). All those silly old houses didn't interest me one bit, but when I spotted this fine, pebbled parking lot, I let out a delighted yell of "wroughts!" and ran onto it. Then I sat down and proceeded to pick out my 20 favorite rocks... and then commanded my Dad to "dit dow-nnn!" right next to me. He didn't understand, so I patted the ground again, saying "dit, Da!" The big meany only let me take ONE "wrought" away from the lot.

"Shhhhhh!" We are in an old old church, so you need to be as quiet as a mouse! Just like this! SHhhhhh! (It is not very easy to be quiet when there are gargoyles looking down at you that look like lions and dinosaurs, both of which MUST be pointed out with growly sounds!)

This is Rothenburg... or one part of it. Our hotel was right next to the upper entrance tower. My Momma took lots of pictures of the old houses, and will watercolor them once we have time... which will probably be some time around Christmas!