We women have a lot to learn about simplifying our lives. We have to decide what is important and then move along at a pace that is comfortable for us. We have to develop the maturity to stop trying to prove something. We have to learn to be content with what we are." ~Marjorie Pay Hinckley~

Loehrmann Family Favorite Recipes

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Sports Saturday

Lukas scored his first goal of the season today, and is now cheering on the BYU cougars against Michigan in the big house at Ann Arbor. Go Cougars!

PS: Our cougar campaign persuading Lukas to want to go to BYU after high school is going really well.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

His summer education paid off

After dinner at Jill's, Lukas got to play with kinetic sand. This creation, he called the Berlin Wall. Our GAPP trip to Berlin has already proven to be pay dividents.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Lukas erstes Auto

Lukas hat vor ein paar Tagen sein erstes Auto gekauft. Stolze 100 Dollar hat der Gebrauchtwagen gekostet und Lukas hat sich den Gesamtbetrag durch das Sammeln von Pfandflaschen zusammengespart. Bei der Probefahrt hat er der vorherigen Besitzerin Fragen darüber gestellt, wie lange die Batterie hält und zum Aufladen braucht. Obwohl die Karre ein bisschen zu klein für unseren Prachtjungen ist, kostete sie doch nur ein Viertel von einem Neuwagen. Die Erkenntnis, die einem nur zuteil wird, wenn man sein Sauerverdientes ausgibt,  kam auf der Heimfahrt dann auch über seine Lippen: "Es muss nicht immer neu sein. So kostet es viel weniger."

Ich bin stolz auf Lukas' Unternehmergeist, seine harte Arbeit, seine Sparsamkeit und seine Ausdauer,  sich das zu ermögliche , was er sich wirklich wünscht. Dankbarer bin ich aber meiner fantastischen Frau, die diese Werte lebt und Lukas dazu inspiriert, jeden Tag.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

12 years ago...

...I married the woman of my dreams. I remember walking around the temple in Washington D.C. thinking "Yes, this is the woman I want to marry, this is the woman I want to spend this life and eternity with. Now, twelve years later, I look back and do not regret this decision one bit. We have been through a lot of hardship, trial, and pain, and we made it through: Wanting children, dealing with family issues, demands of church callings, 8 years of college, financial hardship, negotiating two different cultures and languages, etc.
And yet, we are still together. I remember our time in Vienna, our little studio apartment in Bargteheide, lunches on the playground, camping in the Uintas, our road trip through 6 states in 26 days, Prom 2015, days at the beach, BYU football games, settlers of Catan night with the Hulings, adventures at the Brinton's, raising Lukas, and enjoying every new phase.
Jessica, I love you. Thanks for not giving up on me. Thank you for raising our son so well, and being his teacher! As I am trying to write this, I realize that I am at a loss for words. My heart is full, and I wish you could feel what's in my heart because I know that my actions don't always reflect my intentions. Happy 12th anniversary, my love!

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Man Week

Once a year, when Jessica is at girls camp to teach archery, Lukas and I get a week for just the two of us, which we both treasure and look forward to. This year's adventures included Lukas getting to sleep in the big bed with me, breakfast at Broken Yolk, watching Barcelona play in the Rose Bowl Stadium, and going camping at LaJolla Indian Reservation.

On day one without mom, we went shopping for our week and got brats, rolls, and lots of fresh fruits and vegetables,  as well as trail mix. Then we went swimming. Lukas is such a fish now that it is hard sometimes to get him out of the water. After FHE, Lukas got to sleep in the big bed with me. Bedtime is always our time, and I enjoy reading Lukas a story, and from the scriptures. Sometimes, we have pretty deep conversations, and I will make more of a effort to record them.

The next morning, we went to Broken Yolk for breakfast,  a place Lukas talked about going to all the time. After breakfast, he played with his friend while I got everything ready for our trip to the Rose Bowl Stadium, where Barcelona played against L.A. Galaxy. When I asked Lukas if he wanted to wear his Barca jersey,  he said that he didn't because he is a Galaxy fan,  but that he expected the players to run more than they did in the last game he and I watched. It is so interesting to me how he picks his allegiance and sticks to it. 

On our way to the stadium, we picked up Kurt who is one of the biggest Galaxy fans there is. We enjoyed the fan fest, some snacks, and then entered the stadium where we had hotdogs,  and then watched the players warm up. Even though Lionel Messi and Neymar didn't play, the game turned out to be a good one, and the atmosphere of being in a stadium with 93,000 other soccer fans was something special.  Barca won 2:1, which was much closer than expected thanks to good goalkeeping by the Galaxy. Since the game had started not until 8pm, we were in for a long night. Planning ahead,  we had parked in downtown Pasadena, and took a shuttle back to our car. It took a while though to get to the car. Once there, Lukas changed into his PJs and snuggled up with a blanket. He was out before we even left the parking garage. Getting home at 1am might seem late, but tons of people didn't even get home before 3am. Luckily, Lukas slept like a rock.

Needless to say, we slept in the next day. Lukas then joined me at Guajome where I had to sit in on a few job interviews. He didn't mind waiting in the counseling area since he got to play temple run, and enjoy a few samples from our cafeteria. Once the interviews were over, it was time to pack up for our camping adventure. Lukas did a really nice job in helping load the car and set up the tent. We hiked, played with fire, saw the Palomar Observatory,  fed a squirrel with some of our trail mix, much to Lukas' delight, and spend time talking, reading, and playing in the hammock or on the swing that I had  built for him. On our departure day, we went tubing down the river for over 2 hours which was a blast. When we got home, Jessica was already back, and we were glad to see her, but Lukas' man week wasn't over because his buddy Cohen came over to play in the pool. What a fun week it had been! I love my boy!

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Holocaust Memorial

Amid the vast pillars of concrete, stand modern people who experience this architecture which was built as a memorial to the millions who died in concentration camps, or were otherwise murdered at the hand of Nazism. What's interesting is watching people here. Some people walk slowly, quiet in thought. Some kids weave in and out, and sounds of laughter echo off the tall stones. Some pose in front of the whole structure in glorified poses. Some may find the seemingly irreverence rude or disrespectful. While that may be, let it be known that the architect built it with no set meaning to its design. It was made to be interpreted by the visitor. To which I then think: how grateful I am that we live at a time where children can laugh. And play. And where young couples can kiss. And where teenagers can smile. With this perspective, the laughing is almost refreshing hope in juxtaposition with the deep sorrowful loss felt here.

Es war wie treppen...runter runter runter.
Wie Gott...das geht zum Himmel, und die treppen fuhren zum Satan.

In the middle Of the monument, the ground is a bit deeper, but also rises and falls in waves.

Berlin Wall: Lesson in Unity

In 1961 a prominent leader in the East side of Germany claimed, " we have no intention of building a wall."

By the next month it was under construction.

From 1961-1963 nobody was allowed to cross into or out of the East. The communist side, set up after WW2 in 1949, had already lost over 200,000 workers, and more were leaving in droves, unsatisfied with the life that communism was providing.

As we spent time at a playground the evening of the Wall visit, I met a lady named Erdmutha, who was probably in her 30s. In talking I came to find out that she had grown up behind the Wall. Her parents were both preachers in the protestant church. She said they had no desire to flee since the entire family was in East Germany, and since they also felt it was their mission to stay there as a support to the people, being preachers and all. She explained that they had enough, but options were just limited, such as one brand of toilet paper. It wasn't like in Poland where shelves were sometimes empty and people were starving.

The only thing she could think of that she had very seldom was oranges. Around Christmas a store would have them, and there would be long lines to purchase the one allowed bag of oranges per family. 

Her parents weren't keen on the ideology, and chose to have their children abstain from participating in the Pioneer group, which was like scouts, with uniforms, and even a bit militaristic at times, and always heavy on the ideology. 

Something to note is that without joining the Pioneer group, a child could not take the Abitur exam to go to university, therefore forfitting chances of higher education and a good job later. She said her mother was wracked with guilt about limiting the future opportunities for her children, yet felt it was more important to follow her heart instead of the ideology.

Around December 13th each year, there'd be a Children's festival, and her teacher was always very kind to her, even though the family was On the outside a bit, politically speaking, and invited her to the event, if her mother would allow it. The teacher explained to her mom that there'd first be a reading of a speech with some honoring somebody important in the government, but then it was just a big festival. Her mother had no problem with that and let her go. Her brother's teacher, however, was not so understanding, and not only did she not have intentions of including the brother in the festival with his class, asked coldly upon seeing Erdmutha at the event, "what is SHE doing here?!"

Now...in order to have a good job, such as teacher or school director, one had to be quite loyal to the ideology, she explained. But her teacher was quite kind, and toed the line pretty well, and replied, "in our family we invite friends to birthday parties, so we have invited her to this one." I'm sure the other woman left in a humpf. 

Also her school director was like a grandfather figure, and very kind and good to them. So not everyone in a position of power was a total power freak, or Stasi informant. 

As for trusting people, I asked her how her family could know who to trust. She admitted they'd never tried to flee or had any intentions, and that people knew friends that they'd known for years- and could trust. But sometimes someone unfamiliar would show up at the church, or there'd be people around that everyone seemed to know were informants. 

It was so cool to talk to her, and she was grateful too, saying that sometimes people say ignorant things about the East that just aren't true & it's annoying. Like when a West-rooted classmate in college claimed they didn't have electricity in the East. 

People do tend to have a different accent though, that's easy to notice...which a YouTube video makes apparent. Google "kein ostdeutsch". And you're welcome. 

Checkpoint Charlie: Vantage Point to Communist Power Play

The guard took his passport as asked, "Where are you from?"
Lukas stared at him, his uniform, the piled up sandbags around the booth, the flags, and stared some more.
"Are you from California?"
"What city?"

And so it continued before he pounded six different stamps into his passport: USSR/Soviet Union, FRANCE, BRITAIN, EAST GERMANY, WEST GERMANY, AND AMERICAN ZONE CHECKPOINT CHARLIE.

The guard put a soldiers hat on Lukas for the big group picture, and he beamed with pride.

Now a tourist attraction, but earlier the edge of a boundary looking at East Berlin, where overnight a wall went up and a country stood divided.

Two years after the wall went up, visitors could enter under strict conditions, but pop music, Mickey Mouse and weapons or toy weapons of any kind could not. 

Interesting enough, it was the people, who after almost 30 years living under communist rule, through peaceful protest set themselves free. Guards at the borders looked dumbfounded as streams of people crossed over into West Germany. 

It goes to show what a massive unified group of people can achieve through mutual cooperation in a common cause, no longer inhibited by fear and oppression, and moved by love, freedom, and want for change.

Sunday, June 14, 2015


Sleeping on the plane: Suuuuper uncomfortable. And Lukas was NOT feeling well. I had gotten every natural preparation for his flight. Ginger candy, homeopathic motion sickness medicine, and melatonin to help him just sleep. Yeah...it's final: boy just gets air sick. We need dramamine or a sedative.

Layover in France: oooh-la la! I'm not used to being in a country where I didn't really know the language...And luckily Jared speaks French. He understands all of the PA system announcements and can speak enough to speak with the flight attendant. 

I was grateful that all of the storekeepers speak English! 

Since we had awhile to wait, I took a nap stretched out while the kids played the Egyptian War card game together. One flight to go. One more time Lukas getting sick, and we were in Germany.Hallelujah. So glad to be out of a plane, and relieved to know there are at least 3 weeks til I have to get in another one. Lol.

Finally Landed

12 hrs + flying.
1 bag each.
1 layover in France.
4 times little man got sick.
15 total in GAPP group arrived.

Got here. Check!

Funny story: As we got off the plane, down the steps & onto the tarmac, an old school German man promptly broke out the rest of a cigar and went right to it. The airport worker, who was directing people to the awaiting busses, saw him and started yelling, "Nicht am Flughafen!! Sofort!" and pointed down. The old man patted him on the shoulder as if they were the best of pals, during which time he pulled out the cigar with the other. The worker was stiff and angry...definitely not his best friend. And his face showed it all the more as the old pal tossed the stogie down and squashed it out with his shoe.

On the tarmac. 

Some people really don't get it. Lol. I sure chuckled about it as we drove away. 

Once we all made it to the U-bahn, the adventure continued. First, a completely drunk fellow got on, yelling foul swear words the entire time. Once he got off, and we sighed in relief, a Penner gets on, asking for " eine kleine Spende" as he offers magazines and newspapers for sale. His large dog accompanied him. They both wore collars. 

Once he left, entered a musician, playing his heart out on a guitar. His music wafted through the station as we got out and headed for some hefty stairs with our luggage. Ha.

Then, after 12 hours of flying, plus crazy travelling, we walked down around the corner and into town to stand in line for 40 minutes to get Döner and Uledag. It was worth every minute!

Berlin Zoo

Jared took the kids to a University and then to a graffiti tour, in which the students got to paint their own graffiti pictures. I took a map, $50 Euro, and navigated us through the U-bahn stations to a nearby part of the city where we spent the day at the Berlin Zoo! We saw everything that the zoo had to offer, including its humongous playground for kids. And since it's Germany, you know the playground is unbelievable! After having spent the better part of 2 hours just at the playground, we headed to the petting zoo section where we were serenaded by bahhhing sheep & goats. We laughed so hard at their noises, and bossiness as they wrily stole pebbles of food from our hands. 

Stories for the day:

Some guy and his kids watched some monkeys at the same time as we did. We were looking through a window in a building as they stood outside by the cage railings. His kid throws a stuffed monkey towards the cage and it lands at the base of the bars. The monkeys, of course, reach through and pull it in, proceed to fight over, bite, the rip apart said toy.  Worst yet, they tried to eat the stuffing, which I'm sure wouldn't end well. Lukas and I knocked on a door where zoo workers could enter to walk between enclosures and care for animals. Finally someone came and we could explain what happened...in German...And they were able to remove the dumb stuffed animals. 

On the way home, Lukas was so tired, that his eyes were closing...sagging at the weight of those sandbag eyelids. Since there was standing room only when we came in, and Lukas had finally gotten a place to sit, the buff soccer sporty guy next to him said yes, he'd catch him if he started falling off his seat. Lol. The passengers around him had an amusing end-of-day ride home watching this little man's head bobbing back and forth between consciousness and slumber.

He managed enough energy to get dinner with me at the bakery and eat ice cream on the way home. But after just four sentences into our goodnight story, Around the World in 80 Days, he was out like a light!

GAPP Group

Gathered at the Los Angeles airport, leaving for Germany, through France. The kids are excited, but nervous. Just like their parents. So many life skills to be learned on this trip. Props go to the parents who've already taught their kids. Those kids are less worried, and excited to practice them. They were, for example, excited to check in at the ticket counter, whereas the others seemed terrified.

Weird too, to be that "responsible adult" who is taking them to another country. Lol.

The responsible adult.

My, how life moves into different phases, seen only through the opposite end of a lense. I went on a trip to Europe in high school and remember how chaotic it was at times. Now I'm chaperoning a Europe trip with teenagers. And a six year old.

Fingers crossed. Here we go.