Today I am grateful for the slow Wednesday morning. Una is on holiday this week, so we all slept later than usual since she doesn’t have to get out of the door at 8am, had a long breakfast and when Mark went to work the three of us got on the bikes and went to town, ran some errands and had ice cream at 10am in the morning. It’s never too early for ice cream, right?
Monthly Archives: April 2014
Today I am grateful for friends who are brave enough and crazy enough to take four children (their two plus our two) to an amusement park for the morning. They survived and came back to tell the tale.
Today I am grateful for dinner time laughter our happy, silly boy is making sure we get plenty of, every day. Like most parents, we try to each our children table manners, which sometimes involves marching orders: sit on your chair/elbows off the table/leave your sister(brother) alone/you’ll choke if you laugh and eat at the same time/stop popping cherry tomatoes so that they splash everyone around, you know the usual. I hope we succeed in teaching them manners without shutting off the laughter.
Oh yes, I am also grateful for Nestor’s daily additions to the dutch/english/serbian dictionary (we aren’t quite sure where he intends to place it). Word of the day – lofelijk (according to Nestor, this means: “Not being in the mood to eat the food that is on the table”). At least for this one he graced us with explaining the meaning, we are still baffled by what bohonder means and he.just.won’t.tell.
Today I am grateful for a lovely walk and Knus playtime in Delftse Hout with Una and Nestor. I have written before that Una needs time and space to really express her feelings and nothing better than long walks in the forest with nothing else to “do”. With each “big” talk she amazes me with how deep her thoughts are, how genuinely empathetic she is. It is bittersweet, I am so proud of her but at the same time it is an undeniable proof that she is growing up, sometimes too fast for me to follow.
I am grateful for a lovely weekend with our friends who drove across the country (that would be a 2.5hour drive :)) to spend the Easter weekend with us. We have been friends for a long time, and since we live SO far from each other, our visits always involve an overnight stay. Over the years these have changed from late nights on the town and whole-night birthday parties in BC (before children) times, through passing out at 9pm only to get up multiple times at night in the early days of parenting, to passing out at 8pm after a day of trying to keep four children born within five years alive, to actually staying up til 11pm (!) with a bottle of good wine and discussing politics, never ending exhaustion, meaning of life and other stuff that comes up after the second glass. See, there is light at the end of the tunnel, and it is not a train – with the youngest of the four children being 3.5 we are not quite at the point of having an uninterrupted dinner yet but it HAS gotten easier.
They arrived on Saturday late morning and we spent the afternoon visiting the dinosaurs expo in Rotterdam, where we decided to, on top of our children, take Una’s best friend and his brother with. A good time was had by all and it went much better than we
Mark had feared but seriously, you do need one adult per child to ensure everyone’s safety and sort of sanity. On Sunday we went to Delftse Hout for the Easter egg hunt and stayed on for a few hours as the weather was lovely, hired two rowing boats and chilled on the terrace of Knus, followed by cooking a festive Easter dinner (my Tiramisu turned out delicious, not to brag or anything). The Monday morning was the time to say goodbyes which did not go without tears by the kids. Until the next long weekend/birthday party/opportunity to do the cross country drive!
Today I am grateful for the way our Easter eggs turned out this year. They were all done before midnight and with no explosions so I call it a success.
Today I am grateful for staying chirpy and cheerful after Nestor’s haircut throughout the whole afternoon, until Mark got home (I will not go into the details of what happened then but it involves a lot of incoherent blabbering spiced with
lots of a few tears, as you can see, I do letting go very well).
There is nothing wrong with the haircut, the hairdresser did exactly as I asked (“chop a lot off but the curls must stay”), it is getting warm and he had A LOT of hair, it looks cute on him and he likes it and all that. But goodness, where did my baby go?