The weather was bad so we stayed inside for the biggest part of the day. But Karl didn't only stay inside the apartment. He chose to spend a lot of time inside different containers. After a pretty hard week (he got bitten by a dog and suffered through three days of snow storms...) he probably felt the need to be really safe. His time was spent going through old mail in the paper recycling bin and calling Omi to make appointments for his next visit out of his toy basket. Of course whenever Karl is staying inside a box, he's still thinking outside of it, so no judgements please. When his dad came home with a big piece of marble cake from aunt Milena Karl left the safety of his containers pretty quickly though – did you know that the best way to eat a piece of cake is to hold a fork in one hand, the whole cake in the other and then stuff as much as possible in your mouth? And nose? Now you know.
And yes, he finally got a new hair cut tonight, after he was done with the cake.
I've been a bad blogger lately, I know. But it's not that we don't do stuff. Friday for example we walked by the Haus der Kunst to check out Ai Weiwei's backpack installation for his highly anticipated show there which starts tomorrow. It's pretty impressive and Ai Weiwei is Karls new most favorite thing to say. Apparently he also understands that you can make art out of backpacks, so it will be easy for us to explain to him the whole Campbell soup and Coca Cola bottle stuff.
Did you know there was soap you can paint yourself clean with? And it's delicious, too!
and great parties (it's more about somber speeches and endless reruns of footage showing mullet-headed East-Germans flooding through newly opened border crossings in 89). Since I get the day off before any major holiday (sorry, still no paper on holidays around here, because the union don't care about no media crisis), I picked Karl up from daycare and took him on an errand run, restocking our pantry at the Italian food wholesaler. The great thing about his age is that he can already be a useful chore companion. He can stack noodles into the cart, charm meat counter ladies into letting us skip the line, 
hold on to cookies and point me towards purchase-worthy food items. Afterwards I took him to the museum quarter, trying to get him to go to the newly opened Sammlung Brandhorst again to look at some staples of 20th century art. He was having nothing of it, insisting on the Alte Pinakothek, being the traditionalist that he is. Not that he can pronounce such a tongue twister yet, but he yelled out the main detail of his favorite painting 
(a 16th century still life by Georg Flegel featuring a "Parrot!!!!"). Of course there's lots of child appropriate fun to be had there. Testing the durability of art history books, proving that security measures are truly lax (both pictured above, and yes, I was surprised that the alarm didn't go off). And of course the home stretch towards the customary Apfelschorle, the local mix of seltzer and apple juice that has become synonymous to summer outings in his vocabulary.
