life rocks! let's roll

my baby's going bald

really - mark green style. and yes, part of me fears that his hair won't grow back.

mika you crazy!

the mailman just rang. he brought an overseas package, from auntie marika. it contained an organic cotton set (hat, shirt and party pants) and this adorable item. yannick is asleep so i can't put it on yet, but i just couldn't wait to post it.





meeks, i just LOVE it!

maarten is trying to get rid of the old concrete floor in the backyard. since i've left all my safety gear at work, he's doing it eighties style (see the black miami vice glasses). very fashionable.

this lil' plant started with the name "mini" and is now the wet dream of some of our friends. as are his brothers.




since we're not going to smoke it, we're giving them away. no overseas shipments though, i'm afraid. but in the mean time, they smell wonderful and look really great.

it has been tested and i can honestly say yannick smiled during 'jaden' (alo). but that's maybe because his mom was singing along and swaying him in her arms.


one thing i need to mention: one of the interns that was present during the delivery, said dave & tim (in rotation on the stereo at that point) reminded her of john mayer.


dude. don't compare schmayer to d&t. thank you. that's like mac d and in 'n' out. so shut up.


she then proceeded to make three failed attempts to stick a needle with a salium (?) solution in my arm.


otherwise, she was pretty decent.

thoughts at 7.30 am

my son has just gone back to sleep after his breakfast and i know i should go back to sleep as well (since i'm chronically overly tired these days), but this is my only chance to sit outside with coffee and enjoy the silence. so i'm sitting here enjoying the silence. typing to please and/or annoy y'all.


yannick slept through three days of men walking in and out with terrace tiles and sand, men putting together a shed and a terrace and all other kind of incredible noise, but since yesterday, you can't lift your right arm without him waking up. i think he's having nightmares about forceps and labor storms (annemarie - what do you call labor storms in english?)


now that annemarie had her own horrific labor experience, i really feel like posting the picture of yannick when he was thirty seconds old. but i understand i'm probably the only one (okay, maarten too), who can stand to see the little guy covered in baby poop and jelly, with a huge bump on the back of his head and a horrible deep 'dent' across his eye and cheek. so i won't post it. but you're missing out. okay - not from your perspective but certainly from mine. because it's amazing to see how fast (within two weeks!) a baby recovers from that kind of abuse and mutilation. me? not so much. which reminds me; i still want to tell the tale of his birth, but i'm just so tired. tired, tired, tired.


today, i'm going to the gynaecologist. one month ago, i would have just grabbed my purse, got in the car and drove to the hospital. now, it's an operation. i have to put yannick in the car seat, take diapers, cleaning towels, butt cream, something to change his diapers on (like a plastic mat), extra clothes, sterilized water, frozen breast milk, milk powder, a bottle warmer and bottles. then drop him of at my parents and only then i can grab my purse, get in the car and drive to the hospital. and pray yannick won't drive my parents insane in the mean time.
but the wonder of it all is that it's all worth it and you even get used to it.