Goodbye, Munich!

Edie and I depart in about 13 hours, but I'll be up long before then. Last time I flew internationally with her, she ended up sounding like Janis Joplin for days afterward on account of all of the shrieking. Little dear just did not want to sleep in a strange place. I figure it's got to be downhill from there. I may not be able to go to the bathroom for the entire flight, but, then again, I am bringing a lot of extra diapers. We are armed with a soft-soft, pictured here, which is E's security blanket. [We have 3 of them now. And she loves them so dearly that if she catches one out on the clothes line she will stand at the window, lean her head against the glass, and occasionally shed a tear moaning "soft-soooooffffft."] The dogs and the husband stay behind to deal with movers. And we bid this city and country a hectic farewell. Have not had a chance to process everything, but that's the great thing about a kid. No time to view your life as some all important narrative, because you've got to tickle that baby, sing Itsy Bitsy Spider, and then give 10 or so butterfly kisses. I'm sure I'll make time to get into my own head soon, anyhow. Until then, love to all, whether here in Deutschland, the US, or anywhere you find yourself. Mettha, hugs and kisses from Rach & E.