Sechs Jahre...
On Friday Emily turned six! As is the tradition for Brazilians, she started out the day opening her presents. As usual, B made her annual contribution to Mattel, purchasing yet another Barbie (this time the bridal version).
As you can see below, Robert was having trouble getting into gear. 
Sophia slept through the entire "event".
After a bit of convincing on B's part, Emily decided to have her party on Saturday at JumpInn, the indoor playhouse full of inflatable fun. 
She invited most of her Brazilian friends as well as several kids from her kindergarten class, about 18 in all. As usual, B's decorating shocked the locals. With B, less is clearly not more.
B (of course) waited until the night before the party to bake the cake (heart-shaped with a pan Marina brought with her from Brazil). Everything looked great until she started to put the icing on. Things went very wrong very quickly. At 1:00 or so, B came to bed depressed and defeated. By 9:00 on Saturday, she was out pounding the pavement looking for a cake. After visiting four "normal" bakeries unsuccessfully, she remembered seeing someone making a cake at a bakery inside a kind of "super store" near our house (Familia Center). The baker there took pity on her and whipped a cake together in no time.
B's best friend's mom, Regina, who runs a chocolate business, sent the usual chocolate masterpieces from Brazil.
B was afraid the kids' parents might be nervous about leaving them with a couple that doesn't speak German, but the promise of unloading their kids for a few hours proved compelling. We also invited the kids' babysitter, who speaks German, to do a bit of translating here and there. As far as I can tell, much fun was had by all.
For those scoring at home, the final Barbie count was 4, putting the entire collection somewhere in the low hundreds (or so it seems anyway).
Finally, Robert may have a future as a surreal artist. The Spider-man and dollar floating in the sealed container makes a profound statement; we just haven't figure out what it is yet.
On Friday Emily turned six! As is the tradition for Brazilians, she started out the day opening her presents. As usual, B made her annual contribution to Mattel, purchasing yet another Barbie (this time the bridal version).
As you can see below, Robert was having trouble getting into gear. Sophia slept through the entire "event".After a bit of convincing on B's part, Emily decided to have her party on Saturday at JumpInn, the indoor playhouse full of inflatable fun. She invited most of her Brazilian friends as well as several kids from her kindergarten class, about 18 in all. As usual, B's decorating shocked the locals. With B, less is clearly not more.B (of course) waited until the night before the party to bake the cake (heart-shaped with a pan Marina brought with her from Brazil). Everything looked great until she started to put the icing on. Things went very wrong very quickly. At 1:00 or so, B came to bed depressed and defeated. By 9:00 on Saturday, she was out pounding the pavement looking for a cake. After visiting four "normal" bakeries unsuccessfully, she remembered seeing someone making a cake at a bakery inside a kind of "super store" near our house (Familia Center). The baker there took pity on her and whipped a cake together in no time. B's best friend's mom, Regina, who runs a chocolate business, sent the usual chocolate masterpieces from Brazil. B was afraid the kids' parents might be nervous about leaving them with a couple that doesn't speak German, but the promise of unloading their kids for a few hours proved compelling. We also invited the kids' babysitter, who speaks German, to do a bit of translating here and there. As far as I can tell, much fun was had by all. For those scoring at home, the final Barbie count was 4, putting the entire collection somewhere in the low hundreds (or so it seems anyway).Finally, Robert may have a future as a surreal artist. The Spider-man and dollar floating in the sealed container makes a profound statement; we just haven't figure out what it is yet.
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