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.

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?

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!

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)

:(

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.

stink

you all know that the worst flight i ever had, is the flight to dallas for shayna's wedding. and y'all know why. if not, you're a guy or i don't know you well enough.

i have to say though, at random and completely out of the blue, that my flight back home from msn was second to worst.

i had the middle seat of the seats in the middle. on my right was a severely overweight woman (even less space for me) that had the. worst. breath. ever. she fell asleep (breathing through her mouth) with her face turned to me.
on my left, was the sweetest and oldest man (so old i was afraid he might turn into dust right there), who farted continuously when he was asleep. and he slept a lot.

all this for 10 hours. SUCH FUN!!!