Cy's going to be disappointed when he grows up and discovers he's not a bird.

Or, alternately, we're going to be surprised when he starts gaining altitude.

Sabine had a business meeting in Hamburg last Friday. Janet babysat until the kids took a nap so I could work. They woke up about half an hour before I was finished with a big feature so I told them to just entertain each other while in their cribs -- and they did.

When I was done, we went to the baby pool in Weinbergspark.

Sunday morning Sabine and Martha were going to get Brötchen. As Sabine opened the door to our building, Martha stumbled and her sandled foot slid under the door. If described, the resulting toenail injury would sound as bad as it looked. After ten minutes of discussion, we headed to the emergency room.

A nice pediatric surgeon said it wasn't broken before soaking it in a disinfectant bath. She cut off the nail that was pulled back and a nice nurse wrapped it in a bandage and added a smiley face -- "Pflastermannchen."

I intended to take a picture of it but it only lasted about ten minutes when we got home.

That night we ate at Choriner Eck across from Marc & Janet's -- Martha refused to walk but she was fine otherwise.

Berlin is a collection of neighborhoods that residents rarely leave. While this raises obvious integration issues on every level, it also means one can often run into friends -- say on a Friday afternoon on the playground.

And that Friday afternoon then winds up being a Friday night in the living room with beers and frozen pizzas.

(That's Knut with Noi.)

We were doing some location scouting this weekend and ended up in Volkspark Friedrichshain.

Cy now demands having the same thing we're eating and, unlike his sister, there's no way to distract him.

Sabine didn't know what to do with the kids after picking up Martha from the Kita on Thursday, so she stopped by Helmholtzplatz where they apparently played in the dirt.

I discovered kitchens aren't nearly as waterproof as you'd think they are.