Sunday, August 31, 2008

gustav

keeping fingers and toes crossed for the big easy.

Friday, August 29, 2008

no matter what they say

at least your elections aren't boring.

it's... fascinating, to me, as a foreigner. not fascinating in a bad way, not in a good way either. completely neutral fascination. they are not even that different from elections here, the emotional claim of the speeches is just taken so much further. and the response from the audience is so much less cynical.
people i respect, people i at least know to be intelligent, who still believe in politics. who claim that history is in the making. i'm not saying that to be condensenting (sp?), i'm saying that because i'm a little jealous of that. and maybe because the child in me still hopes that they will prove me wrong and them right.
not right in the sense that democracy will turn out to be something else than the numbing semi-comfortable shade of grey it is to me (i know it will never turn out to be something different because it is what it is), but right to still have faith in leaders. i'm not anti-leaders, i'm just not a fan of anything that forces me to the middle of the road. i'm not a fan of being forced, period. it's a typical dutch thing and it's what made my teachers say in high school that i was 'very promising, but has a huge problem with authority'.

anyway... good schtuff, those elections. thanks.

Monday, August 25, 2008

hip hip hooray!

yesterday was my birthday.
first i got a plane. awesome! my mom says the pilots are aliens but i don't know what that means.



then i got these cool balloons, that were unfortunately tied to a stupid bike.






























aunt gina marie sent me presents all the way from america!



after my nap, i got cake.



and this is how you eat it!



a rare opportunity for my mom to get her brothers and sister in one shot.

i'm too sexy for my shirt


























you're the meanest mommy in the whole world!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

7.14 in the morning and my make-up is already officially ruined.

fuck.

Monday, August 18, 2008

one more week to go until it's yannick's birthday and i took it upon myself to make a birthday cake shaped like an aeroplane. why? because it's his favorite thing in the world (that's MY boy, people!).

but yes, esther making a plane shaped cake, with blue and white icing. it'll be interesting.

two day's after, he'll be at day care. since the kids in his group are now all between one and two years old, some parents can't help themselves anymore and have started a heated competition who brings the best b-day treats to daycare. one kid brought toddler chairs for the kids in his group. yes, chairs. are y'all insane???
needless to say yannick will only bring a box of raisins. no ribbons, no 'yannick' painted on handmade cupholders, no oil painting of his adorable face wrapped in gold tissue paper.
he's just bringing a box of raisins, and that's just because i know he'll love handing them out while wearing his birthday hat. otherwise i wouldn't have him bring anything at all.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

random question

anyone else have the tendency to not take a company seriously when they use times new roman as a font on their website?

no?

Thursday, August 7, 2008

the pocks have now dried out, so he just looks like a raisin role now (i'd say 'krentenbol' if you had any idea what that meant).

it doesn't get much more heartbreaking than a desperately cried "mama, papa, help" at 2 a.m. and there is absolutely nothing you can do.

but that was just one night. the next night was 'doable' as far as the itching was concerned and now we're all happy and relieved again. good thing yannick is not concerned with his looks just yet though.

oh - he's up. gotta run!

Monday, August 4, 2008

yay. pocks.

we all slept 4 x 1 hour last night. yannick read books and watched dvd's, meanwhile rubbing and scratching every chance he got. or he'd scream our heads off.

poor guy.

(poor us, too though)

Sunday, August 3, 2008

:(


Friday, August 1, 2008

i finally get people saying 'they're growing up too fast!'. well, i get them a little bit. maybe.

but anyway - i blinked twice and all of the sudden yannick reads numbers and letters and is telling us what he is doing repeatedly, all the live long day (i'm eating i'm eating i'm eating i'm eating i'm eating i'm drinking i'm eating i'm eating i'm throwing food i'm not allowed to throw food i'm pooping oh-oh potty mommy help me ETCETERA) and sings songs (out of key) and now has chicken pocks.

i slept three hours last night and my dear friends of the press collectively decided that we were the news of the day, today. so i'm really really tired. but i have a yannick to go home to. that always makes things bearable. not better, but... lighter.

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