Yes, it's already one year. Or almost one and a half year since I wrote my last post here. Unbelievable, isn't it? Facebook would also occasionally tell me how many days went by since the last time I posted something, making me feel even more guilty >.<. Last time I checked it has already been 539 days o_O...

I know that it's quite a cliché, but I have to talk about the weather first. About two weeks ago we suddenly had temperatures up to 17°C and it was sunny. It was so warm that you didn't want to wear a jacket anymore. After that, the temperature dropped significantly again and we had a lot of awful rain or even very tiny snowflakes when it was colder. Those days especially come together with heavy wind. Then last weekend, the weather was really mild again, but this week it's getting colder once again. The weather is just crazy at the...

Happy Birthday Flynn! Now you are already one year old! The last twelve months went by so fast, but I'm not sad. No, I feel rather happy to see you grow up and be able to interact with you even more. You bring me so much joy every day. I wish you all the best for your future. Stay healthy, be happy and laugh everyday. I love you! Mama...

It's almost one year ago since Flynn was born, but I still think about it from time to time. Especially now, as it's July again. Sadly I can't really remember much from Flynn's very first few months, it's like I'm missing days and weeks of my memory. And everything that I can actually remember is just blurry. I think this is what it must feel like when you drink too much alcohol, and you can't remember what you did last night. I've never experienced this, so I can't say for sure, but that's how I could describe it best. So before...

It might be a little late, but I really want you all to meet our beautiful little baby boy Flynn! I can't believe that he's going to be eight months already by tomorrow...

Wow, the big day is only 4 weeks away today - approximately of course. Because you can never say for sure when exactly the baby will decide to come out. Well, according to what my mother told me I however was born exactly on the calculated date. The story is easy to tell: My mother didn't feel well and walked (!) with my grandmother to the hospital and not even two hours later I was there, just without any trouble whatsoever. My mother even complained that she was hungry, but no one wanted to give her something  to eat, because I was...