why i'm a great mom

let me tell you why i'm such a great mom. today i closed the garden doors with yannick's thumb between them. no, i didn't just close them, i leaned heavily against the doors because 'somehow', they wouldn't really close completely.

so, a completely flat thumb, a run to the emergency room, a broken bone*, a casket for my son's thumb (his right one - awesome! the one he now can't suck on to comfort himself - great!), and a run-in with a crackhead later, my guilt is SKY HIGH.

i should be nominated for mommy of the year. because really, who wouldn't vote for me?

right.



*it's not broken, it's a like a crack - but i don't know what the right word is and too consumed with guilt to look it up. really - the guilt. the guilt!

wet chocolate dreams

chocolade kruidnoten (chocolate covered 'spicy' mini cookies) are the friggin' devil.
in other words: sinterklaas is back in town.

please esther, bitch some more

yannick kept me up half the night. i'm so tired, i'd like to cry myself to sleep now. and the best news is, i have my first class tonight. awesome!

not done yet

i'm going back to school! i'm starting an MBA in march and will do some sort of pre-MBA (it's in order to 'qualify' for the MBA - i know there is a word for it in your neck of the woods but i forgot) first, which starts next week. i'm mostly looking forward to the finance classes. remind me of that later, huh?

i'm kind of excited - and kind of thinking i'm completely disturbed.

after drawing pictures for the entire family (way to get your priorities straight, kid), i finally got my first original yannick. i need to scan it. and you need to look at it. because you like me and will endulge me.

my organization sponsored demos and clinics in various urban sports this summer. this is a picture of a clinic streetdance with four very young participants.

the cuteness of this picture is killing me.

france had its perks