Hey all! We're back in the U.S. enjoying some time with family. Our flight back was, thankfully, uneventful. Rowan slept most of the trip and stayed fairly quiet when awake. We're flying to Florida later this week to hang out with our friends Dan and Whitney (and to lay on a beach), and we're hoping that Rowan will do just as well on that flight as he did on the last one.
Brenda's concert in Austria on Wednesday went well. I didn't get to hear it in person because Rowan and I were back in the hotel room getting ready for bed, but the Schubertiade was kind enough to provide Brenda with a recording. Our friends the Schuberts were there for Brenda's performance, and we got to spend some time with them the next morning when we all had breakfast.
Rowan had a lot of fun with Monika and Michael.
I've been patting myself on the back recently because of how well Brenda and I managed to navigate the unavoidable paper storm that comes with having a baby in Germany. We got Rowan a German birth certificate, a German tax number, a U.S. consular report of birth abroad, a U.S. social security number, a U.S. passport, Kindergeld (child money), Elterngeld (parent money), and we registered him with the Standesamt (civil registry office). Bam! We discovered recently that we overlooked one little thing, however. As we were going through German border control on Saturday, the agent told us that Rowan should have a residence permit like we do otherwise he would only be able to return to Germany as a tourist. We protested and explained that he was registered with the city and that we were permanent residents, but apparently that is irrelevant. Brenda and I can stay in Germany as long as we want, but our four-month-old son (who was born in Germany and has spent almost his entire life there) is a tourist. This is, of course, entirely my fault, and I have no doubt that U.S. immigration laws are equally (if not more) unfriendly. The only thing we can do at this point is fly back to Germany in September and hope they let Rowan into the country. After that we'll head over to the oh-so-charming foreigner's office and get this kid a residence permit. Hopefully that works out.
I'm not going to worry about that now, however. Instead, I'm going to go hang out with my family and think about lying on a beach. I hope you all get a chance to relax this summer, too! Until next time, have a great week!