Being a mother the second time around is kind of like riding a bike, things are easier than with the first one, but so much harder at the same time, but totally worth all the frustrations.

My first born son turned 4 and we couldn’t be more happy to have this overly difficult, but amazingly lovable boy in our lives.

Since moving from our apartment in the forest to our apartment in the city, Arren has started using the stairs as his playground.

We decided to stay the morning in Berlin to go check out the mall, take Arren to his favorite toy shop and so I can go to an Asian grocer to get all the things I love and need.

One of the things I’ve been trying to get better at is getting down to Arren’s level when speaking to him.  He understands more, responds better, and knows I’m not just going on a huge rant while walking through the apartment, but getting down on the floor for play is just as important. Continue reading →