Whew.
He showed up the next day:
Happy to see him!
The next day he was in our main bathroom with a TP pyramid:
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" in the kitchen:
On December 1st, he was in Autumn's room and he'd brought us chocolate advent calendars:
On the 2nd, we had small group at night. The kids had warned him to hide out of the way of our toddler friend that sometimes comes so he napped in the mismatched sock basket:
On the 3rd, he was studying a German picture dictionary looking at Christmas trees. He had a Mütze (from a unpaired sock) and a backpack waiting by the door:
The boys posed with their backpacks and Mützen:
The Dalton left Wizby a note asking if he could please do something with his Skylanders. Wizby obliged:
W for Wizby:
The next day, he hung upside down from Easton's top bunk over Dalton's bed:
On the 6th, Nikolaustag, we found Wizby had also set out some shoes and put a St. Nikolaus cross on his hat. His shoes were filled with nuts!
The next day he was in the front W.C. wrapped in glow bracelets:
And that Monday the 8th, he was in my flowers and had brought Christmasy magic washcloths for each kid:
That's the day Jason left for a business trip to Munich. And I had to pick up a sick Dalton from school early that day. He bunked with me that night with Jason gone and D as sick as he was. Wizby kept watch...with a mask:
The next day, he was under the Christmas tree in a little makeshift tent. He had a flashlight and was reading a book about his adventures in the past:
We found him in the bathroom again with some mirror / window clings he brought making us look like we had antlers in the mirror or a Santa hat in the shower:
He had a little trouble with one of the nutcrackers we brought along:
And somehow wound up IN a balloon. It was a little hard to see him but we knew he had to be in there:
He decorated our kitchen cabinets with bows one night:
We found him in the hat and mitten organizer another morning and he'd brought us a small Räuchermann, I guess that'd be a Räuchermännchen, eh German teacher? ;) Anyway, they're these little incense smoker things that you see all around here:
We couldn't figure it out at first, putting the incense cone in the little guy's mouth...BUT that burnt his nose. Hilarious. Turns out, his top half comes off and there is a little metal prong set to put the smoking cone in and then the smoke comes out his mouth hole. Duh. I find it funny that ours now has a black nose. It'll be a memory forever now.
On Tuesday the 16th, we had small group again. So Wizby wisely hid away again:
However, Dalton was sick again and, well, I needed to wash his coat after he got a bit of puke on it when he threw up on the train and in the train station. :/ I used kitchen tongs to take Wizby out of the dryer so he wouldn't lose any magic. Darn. I had high hopes he was going to fold that laundry while we were out at school and such but nope. Poor Dalton didn't go to school so Wizby had to stay super still.
After three straight weeks of one kid or another having a mid-week illness, Wizby was feeling a little uninspired and just landed in the tree one night. Nothin' special:
The next day, he perched atop a door and brought us some window and mirror clings to decorate with as we have quite a few glass doors. Not a one has been used, however. Darn kids.
So, he tried again and brought us another gift.
This metal tea light windmill is sort of like the wooden Weihnachtspyramiden in that the candle heat turns the windmill. Er, it's supposed to. Ours really only turns right when you have the match there.
On Saturday morning, the first day of Christmas break (and you can call it Christmas break here!!!), Wizby was having a picnic under the coffee table with the kids' Christmas stuffies. Wizby was hogging all the sweets!
On Sunday, before we headed to church, Wizby was on the radiator with a tiny guitar and a cup of change. Such the Berlin scene:
Monday morning, look what that rascal did:
He took the easy way out the next day, it's been a long season:
And finally, this morning on Christmas Eve, we woke up to find him reading the story of Jesus' birth to a collection of soft friends:
We were confused by the dry erase markers next to him till we went into the bathroom and saw some parting words:
Wizby misses having a nice big house to hide around in. A small apartment is more of a challenge but it's been a fun season once again.
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