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Here are the pics to go with the previous post…

The “cookie” is pretty good, but it’s really thick, and like most cookies, is a bit crunchy.

And Skye’s new kicks…

So I just made chocolate chip cookie bars (we don’t have a cookie sheet) with the following:

• “flour” but I have no idea what kind of flour
• sugar
• brown sugar – which was in the British or foreign food aisle
• baking powder – they have baking soda, we just didn’t have any
• cut up chocolate bar
• no vanilla
• wrong size of baking pan

We’ll see how this turns out…

Also, they have milk here, but it’s too different to drink plain and we rarely have room to buy vanilla ice cream. Yumm, chocolate chip cookies and water!

On a side note, Skye got some now pink Adidas that are pretty cute on her. Pics to follow.

wanna see skye’s new pants?!?

and some pics of her in her morning time glory

the berry was eating a banana today, and it was pretty cute, so I snapped some pics…

there’s also a few that aren’t banana related, but too cute not to post.

so I was thinking about coming home last night (well… I’ve actually been thinking about it since we got here, but anywho…) and while I was thinking about coming home and seeing all our friends, it out of nowhere felt like we weren’t the ones who were gone, but they were. I don’t know why, but it felt like we were the ones who were home, and everybody else was gone.

we weren’t “coming home” any more… we were “moving”… again.

it was one of those feelings that wasn’t quite right, but wasn’t wrong like I was telling myself it should be. it was, I think, the first time that this place felt like home, really home, not just the place we were living. I have become comfortable used to being here and it’s a strange sensation.

it is definitely going to be a huge change coming back, and not that it is, but it almost feels like a step backwards; moving back into our old place, getting back into our old routine (well, mostly), and returning to the place where we were a year ago.

I’m not saying it’s going to be a bad thing, I’m still more than eagerly awaiting that day we go to Vienna for the last time and get on that plane headed home, but it’s not going to be the big “coming home” that I had imagined, but more like a “moving away” in a sense.

very strange.

Our little girl is growing up, so we went to the park to take some pics of the progress.  (And to try out the new camera, because the little one decided the lens in our previous one shouldn’t be moving in and out of the camera anymore.)

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