Fröhliche Weihnachten

Merry Christmas from Germany…well the Netherlands. Live in one country and work in another, pretty cool concept.

We would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. This was our first year recording the chaos thanks to an early gift, 1.5hr of opening gifts and a full day of lounging and playing with them. I tried to upload the pictures in progression of the events.

Back in the Classroom

They (not sure who they is) say you should never stop learning. In my new job with the Air Force I learn something every day. As a mom I learn something every day. As I wife I learn something almost every day. I recently decided to take my learning to new levels and I’ve enrolled in a Masters Program through the University of Oklahoma.

For 3.5yrs we lived 20min from the campus and I didn’t step foot on it once. Now, living in Germany, I have been on their satellite campus here many times. I have successfully (I hope, grades won’t be released for 2 more weeks) completed my first course. I’m getting my Masters in International Relations. My first course was Latin American culture.

The program here is pretty intense, I should be able to graduate in May 2020 just 16 months after starting. I am able to take classes online and some are offered in person. The in person classes are 4 days of 6-9:30pm and 2 days 9-4pm. They usually conclude with a final paper being due 2wks after the class completing and 3 credit hours are earned. It’s tough, but so far it’s been nice not to be away from the kids as much as an 8 or 12 week online class would. Zed may not agree with me on this due to he is the one with the 4 kids while I’m in class all week.

I’ll be sure to keep you all up to date on the exciting world of a Masters degree. Pop ( has asked I fill him in on all my research. If there’s every something I learn that is SUPER interesting I’ll be sure to share it.


Writers Block

As a pseudo blogger, writers block is a very bad thing. Often times I don’t have an issue with writers block, I just have issues with blocking out time to make a post. I keep a journal of funny things the kids say or do. Sometimes I write about experiences I have at work or just thoughts that cross my mind throughout the day. I have plenty to write about.

Except right now…I am currently in my first Masters class. My final paper is due Monday at 6am my time. I kind of have a start to it. I have great resources to help me write it, but I’m a procrastinator. I rarely become inspired until 24hrs before the due date. Any other time of the year I think I would be ok and could just get it out. But with it being Christmas, I have a million excuses to put it off until the last moment.

Wish me luck as I try to put the priority of the paper over decorating the house and wrapping gifts.


The Great Potty Training of 2018

Can you feel the tension? It’s so thick that I wouldn’t be surprised if you all had bit off your nails and your hair had turned gray.

We’ve been working on potty training Dax for about 6wks now. We have used Grandma visiting as a bribe, offered him gifts wrapped and unwrapped, bought him a urinal and his own potty, bought him super cool undies, and now we’re on to cold turkey. We’ve got the peeing down…well mostly. He hasn’t had an accident overnight in a week (woohoo!). He only has a pee accident maybe once per week. Sounds great right…wrong.

Pooping is an entirely different subject. He’s scared to poop, he doesn’t know how, it’s too easy. He’s used all the excuses under the sun to explain away why he keeps pooping in his pants. Tonight he sat on the toilet for 30min and as soon as he hopped off he pooped his pants. The trouble we’re having is we know he needs to poop (because he holds for 2-4 days at a time), but we can’t get him to poop on the potty. Watch him closer you say? We do and when we see he’s about to poop we stick him on the potty and the little bugger sucks it back in for another day. It’s also impossible to watch him 24/7 with 3 other kids and a life of our own. He pays attention and lets it flow the moment we’re not looking. Tonight we made him empty his own undies of the poop into the toilet. 30min later he pooped again.

If anyone has any suggestions, I would love to hear them.


I’m Back

I feel like I do this quite frequently. I get on a good roll and then fall off the face of the blog universe. What brings me back this time? Christmas cards. I just finished addressing all 129 of them and they each have the blog address on them for people to follow. I figured I should probably catch up on the blog for anyone who may check it out.

Christmas is in full swing here in Europe. Not too many decorate the outside of their homes with lights, but every town has a Christmas market. At these markets mulled wine and bratwursts are served. Various vendors are set up selling homemade baked goods, cheese, candies, and decorations. If you’re ever visiting in December, be sure to attend at least one. I have only been to one, Monschau, but it was amazing. The town is what you would image Europe to look like at Christmas time. They bring in a giant tree and set in up in the centrum for the season. Zed has been to a couple more and said Monschau’s was the best.

We’ll be sticking around for Christmas this year. We will be hosting a Christmas Eve party, a tradition I learned from my parents, for friends from work and church. We’ll enjoy Christmas morning and FaceTime the grandparents as they are falling asleep (Oregon) and waking up (Maryland) throughout the day. I have to work on and off throughout Christmas and New Years’ week, but it’ll be pretty relaxed.

I plan to do a couple more posts to fill everyone in on life in Europe and to get in a better routine.


I Hate Sundays

Before everyone gets bent out of shape, please read the entire post. Yes, I could choose to title this different, but I believe it’s the right one.

I decided to write this post today, rather than yesterday because I was/am still wrestling with my feelings. Sundays are supposed to be days of rest, relaxation, time to focus on Christ and our blessings from Heavenly Father. Well, that always feels impossible for me. No matter how early I wake myself and the kids up, we are always late and it’s always a fight.

Yesterday morning was no different. I woke up at 8:15, picked out everyone’s clothes, and headed downstairs where Zed and the older girls were playing. Everyone was happy and I had great faith it would be a great Sunday. Within 5 minutes there was yelling and crying and poop in underwear. You see…we’re working on potty training Dax. What I quickly found out was he is scared to poop on the potty. After cleaning him up the fight to get everyone dressed began. The girls no longer wanted to wear the outfits they had picked out the night before. After 4 different decisions on outfits they returned to the original decision. Thank goodness for Zoe who doesn’t quite have a say yet, but she’s learned to spit from her older siblings. So though her outfit wasn’t needing changed, it still needed some attention so the Nutella mixed in with the spit didn’t stain.

Dressed and with shoes on, the fight to control unruly locks began. The fight over who had to go first was quickly followed by the fight over who wanted to go first. In between Dax needed to potty again and decided his vest and tie were not suitable clothing to wear while doing his business. Successful in peeing on the potty, I went in search of finding which girl still needed her hair brushed and pulled back because I had already forgotten. Finding Zoe and turning it into a game to accomplish a small ponytail, all kids were now ready to go.

Being about 915 (we have to leave no later that 935 to get seats) I knew it’d be a quick shower, messy bun kind of day. Shower accomplished, dressed, and shoes on I set out to begin loading kiddos up. I hoped air drying my hair by running around collecting kids would be a good idea (it wasn’t). I couldn’t find Dax and realized he was again on the potty. I couldn’t get upset because he was really picking up the potty training thing, but it was 935. Once finished I picked him up and plopped him into his seat. Ready to run back inside and grab a brush to do my hair on the way I realized he didn’t have shoes or socks on. Guess those are not suitable items to wear while pottying either. I grabbed the brush and shoes and headed for the car.

As Zed climbed in I realized I had no diaper bag (not smart when you’re potty training) and no activity bag (not smart when trying to keep kids quiet during church). Back inside I quickly throw together both bags and head back out. 945 and we were finally pulling out of the driveway.

With all 4 kids yelling (no joke) my name asking random questions I snapped. All that kept running through my head was “I hate Sundays.” I turned around and in the calmest voice I could muster I said “Mom is off the clock. I need from now until we get to church to have some quiet time. If you need something, ask Dad. Otherwise talk to each other.” It took about 2 times for the kids to learn I was serious, but then it was the best ride to church I’ve had in a long time.

What did I do during this time? I looked out the window. I said a prayer. I let myself relax. Most importantly I went off the clock for 15min and reset myself rather than getting upset with the kids.

And what was the result? No kids ran in the street as we walked from the parking lot to the church building. The kids were well behaved during the meeting. All kids went easily to their Sunday School classes. Zed and I’s first Sunday School lesson (we team teach the 10-12 year olds) went really well. And most importantly, I was able to focus on the Spirit and enjoy Church for the first time in a long time.

I learned an important lesson, and typing it now is helping me to remember the lesson I learned. Everyone needs a timeout every once in a while. Anger and frustration will get you no where. Taking a few minutes off, even if that’s putting yourself in a bubble in a very energetic car, does wonders.

So do I really hate Sundays? No, of course not. What I hate is how that is the one day every week I am easily frustrated and agitated. I had the thought, I’m just going to stay home today before getting in the car the final time. But, if I would have done that Satan would have won and I would not have learned an important skill.

Side Note:

For those wondering where Zed was in this whole ordeal…he did breakfast for everyone, found all the shoes, cleaned up the dishes from the night prior, coaxed the girls into keeping on their clothes and not changing their minds for a fifth time, and got himself ready. He was very much a help, not looking forward to when he begins traveling for work again.


Fill Your Life With Wonder

A few weeks ago we saw signs that the circus was coming to town. Zed and the kids have never seen a real circus so we immediately put it on our list of weekend activities. We showed up a couple minutes late, but were met by a very nice ticket taker who spoke no English. We figured out that it would cost €120 for the “good”seats and €80 for the cheap seats. If you could have been there to see the looks of this circus you would have be hesitant to pay €20 for entrance. The ticket taker rushed us in before we could make a decision and communicated to pay us after. She then disappeared, only to reappear in the circus itself as a trapeze artist. It was then that I began to seriously reconsider staying if the ticket taker was also part of the act. The kids insisted we stay so we chose seats.

The difference between the cheap seats and good seats was about 10 feet. The good seats were folding chairs and we elected to sit in the bleachers. Within 2 minutes I learned a very important lessons.

All four kids, and Zed, were transfixed by what they were watching. It was nothing equal to the Greatest Showman or Ringling Brothers. It was a family of 6 putting on a show. There were hula hoops (Zoe’s favorite), camels, horses, fire breathing, balancing acts, a clown, and Elsa showed up (a 7 year old girl dressed up and singing Let it Go in German). The entire time I watched as the kids’ eyes filled with wonder. A few minutes in, it didn’t matter that we couldn’t understand the words they were speaking, we still understood the intent.

At intermission Zed went out to pay for our tickets, to the clown this time. When he came back we made the decision that we will never limit our kids from an opportunity to be filled with wonder because of money. We are blessed to both have well-paying jobs and what is money if you don’t spend it on experiences that you can take with you rather than items you can’t.

Go out and do something that fills you with wonder today. That could be a walk through the woods, taking a drive down a back road, or trying a new food. It doesn’t have to be flashy, but it does need to make you feel something in your soul.

Happy Friday.


It’s the Little Things

Tonight we stayed out late looking for a house. We saw two good options, but it meant we got home about 7:30. 7:30 is Zoe’s bed time. 7:30 and all kids are bathed. 7:30 and our family begins to calm down. Not tonight.

Side Note: I just looked up and had to tell Ana to stop putting the noodles up her nose.

I opened up my European sized refrigerator (think something a little larger than what you find in a hotel room) and saw not much. There was ground beef, milk, sliced cheese, yogurt, and salad. Now my Granny could easily make a 4 course meal out of those items, but I am not that skilled. Make grilled cheese…nope out of bread. Make a casserole with the potatoes I have…don’t have a dish or really a true oven. Spaghetti…my family is tired of that after eating it the past few days.

I did what any good millennial would do…I went to Pinterest. I found an easy potato and ground beef skillet recipe (that didn’t call for cream of mushroom, heavy cream, sour cream, etc). I began making the meal and put on the last of the spaghetti. Now it is 8pm, I taste the concoction and the potatoes were still raw and it tasted horrible. Prior to me breaking down Zed said he had it and set out in search of food, not forgetting to bring cash with him because most restaurants do not accept cards here. The kids were falling apart so I gave them the spaghetti and they ate two cans of green beans. Good thing they’re young.

How did I get myself in this predicament? The small refrigerator and not having a true grocery store on base is what I’m blaming. Really what it is, we haven’t figured out a good routine and once we find a house (everyone please say a prayer) things should relax a little more.


Things taken for granted so far:

– A commissary on base

– Zillow

– A full sized refrigerator…we are coming from having a garage fridge, a deep freezer, an upright freezer, and the biggest residential refrigerator you can buy for inside the house

– fast food

Say a prayer the kids survive the next month or really until we find a house and move. I highly encourage you all to stay away until we have our lives figured out. Once that happens our home is open to visitors.


Zed just walked in with pepperoni pizza, spaghetti (haha!), schnitzel, French fries, and a coke. I got the kids bath started and piled them in; Zed came up and relieved me. I’m currently listening to Zoe say “Dada” over and over, Zed teach Mia how to use a handheld shower head (I don’t know the actual name), Ana trying to escape without clean hair, and Dax saying watch me and then giggle. An hour ago I was close to tears and now I’m relaxed and listening to my little big family enjoy each other. Though there is quite a bit to get used to here, this assignment is going to be a blessing for our family.

Dax and Zoe just came down stairs and Dax is currently trying to put Zoe’s diaper and PJs on. A camera crew really should be following us around.


Germany Week 1

Note 1: Do not expect me to post each week. I highly doubt our lives are that interesting.

Note 2: We would not have survived this first week without the help of family. I feel semi normal today, but it’s only lunch time.

The first week was a blast. Monday brought daycare drop off and Mia’s first day of school at AFNORTH International School. It also brought learning the base and getting some initial inprocessing completed. Tuesday was a house hunting day and we picked up our Saturn from the processing center. We also got German cell phone numbers! Wednesday was Ana’s first day of school at AFNORTH and my first interaction with my fellow branch heads and wing commander. Thursday was a failed attempt at school lunch by Mia. She did a great job standing up and ordering it, but did not like their version of Mac n cheese and hotdogs. We also toured 4 homes. Friday was spent with my family while Zed did more inprocessing. I was able to learn the city center of Geilenkirchen, parking rules, and where the biggest grocery store is. Saturday (today) we slept in, only about an hour, and Zed set out with two kiddos on a continued house hunt.

All in all the week went smoothly. Thankfully my mom and grandmother were around. They made dinner each night and helped with bath time. I was in no condition to maintain survival of the kids or myself and Zed was about the same. So grateful for the help.

We’re still learning the time change and it’s been a little difficult to match up with those back in the States. We do have What’s App and that’s the best way to get in touch with us. Marco Polo is another fun one and more video messages rather than text messages. Keep following and I’ll keep posting.


The German Adventure

Well, we made it. If you’re looking for all the amazing sites we’ve seen already and a true feel that we’re living in Germany, head on over to my grandfather’s blog and check out what my mom and grandmother experienced the past 10 days. Zed and I are still in survival mode and the kids aren’t quite sure what’s going on, but they’re doing amazing.

We ordered a taxi to get us from our lodging on base in Alabama to the airport because we could not fit our bags in with our persons. As we arrived to the check-in counter we were greeted with “You’re the Davies Family. We’ve been expecting your arrival as you head to Germany.” 11 checked bags, 6 passport scans, and 3 Delta workers later we were checked in. Thank goodness for Rachael, our nanny the past 7 weeks. She watched the kids as the chaos began and no one was lost.

We headed for security where half way through getting our family of 6 through our names are called to report back to the check in counter. Zed heads off and you would have thought he was never coming back according to Dax and Zoe. The TSA agents did an amazing job accommodating our family and I appreciate everyone in line behind us being patient. Why did we have to go back to the check in counter? Dax left his Spider-Man book bag that housed his cow blanket. It would have been a long day without that.

We found out our flight was delayed and were thankful to see a playscape for the kids. As the time neared to board the first leg of our journey we said our goodbyes to the amazing Ray Ray. Delta allows families to board first, I think this is a benefit not only for the families but for all other passengers too.

The flight to Atlanta was quick and uneventful. Due to our delay in Montgomery our layover went from 5 hours to about 3.5 hours. We easily walked to our terminal and found everyone some lunch. We were stopped numerous times and asked where we were headed and how impressed people were with our bravery/positive attitudes/children’s behaviors. Thank you kids for being good on this specific day. We then found an unused gate and let the kids stretch out while we waited. We also got some euros…for future knowledge DO NOT get euros in the airport. You have to pay to exchange money.

We boarded the flight to Dusseldorf, again ahead of others thankfully. We sat 3 behind the other 3, Dax – Mia – Zed, Zoe – Ana – Sam. All kids were tired and hungry at this point and we learned we could have requested kids meals 24hr prior to our flight. Good to know for next time. Dax fell asleep before dinner was served and Zoe fell asleep quickly after filling her belly. Ana watched a movie and then fell asleep and Dax was now awake. Ana now slept in Dax’s car seat and Mia came and fell asleep for an hour or so with me. Dax and Zed were troopers and stayed awake the rest of the flight. Breakfast came and the landing was smooth.

Customs was simple, showed our passports and PCS orders and walked on through. We purchased 3 luggage carts for our stuff and a kind Polizei helped push one of the carts to our waiting taxi driver. We loaded the trailer of the taxi and enjoyed the brisk air.

In the hour drive to our guest house, thank you Karin’s, we saw a brown coal mine, drove on the autobahn, and found an indoor ski resort. Upon arrival to our guesthouse the kids enjoyed running around and playing with the toys provided. Our first visitors were our sponsors. A family who has helped us out the past few months ensuring the transition here was as seamless as possible. This is the third time we’ve been stationed with this family. My mom and grandmother then came over and helped us settle in and get the kids fed and bathed, both of which were much needed.

The German homes are fitted with shutters used to block out the light since it stays light late here. We closed the shutters about 6:30pm and enjoyed a long nights sleep, with a few interruptions from the kids.

I’ll be sure to constantly update the blog to keep everyone informed as much as possible. We’re excited for this new adventure and I hope you enjoyed following along in our travels.