John took Elisabeth to a local performance of The Nutcracker. Her ballet teachers were in it, so she is always talking about "Chocolate from Spain" now. She also brought along her ballerina doll, sporting a lovely purple leotard, her hair in Elisabeth's hair clips, and a pink bathrobe tied on with the purple tutu. I decided to worry only about Elisbeth's looks, and not the doll's clothes. In Elisabeth's mind, the more frills, poofs, layers and bows, the better.
(I don't have pictures to fit this topic, so these will have to do for now!) Today is Tuesday. John’s alarm rang at 5:20 or so, and he pushed snooze as usual. When it rang the second time, we heard another sound after he turned it off--Henry crying for us. He has been having a hard time getting to sleep lately, and wakes up easily in the morning. We’ve tried a towel at the bottom of the door to hide the light, and even stuffed the keyhole with tissue paper. He still manages to hear something. John turned on Henry’s cd again and tucked him in and told him he could get up when the CD ended, which would be about an hour. I slept for a few more minutes, then got up to start the day. I have not adjusted to coffee here yet. For a while we had a good Starbucks stash, and there is a Starbucks by the main train station in Hannover, but it is so expensive. I thought I should try out some different kinds here. A new friend of mine who is German and lived in California for 20 years...

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