My future tennis champ!



Waiting for the opponent's serve



Hitting hard!



And watching the ball land

Another powerful forehand hit

And a backhand

And who is the opponent/victim you may ask?
His ever loving Oma (hehe)

The Pacifier Experience

This is literally a pacifier experience and I will tell you why.

As I was walking to the train station like any other weekday morning, weather was cold and wet...like any other Belgium morning, at the bridge over the train tracks I saw a blue pacifier on the ground.  Immediately I thought about my little girl.  Not that I want it for her but thinking that the owner of that pacifier is now probably crying or cannot sleep cause the pacifier is lost.

I passed it, trying to ignore it like any other litter I see on the floor but cannot go another step further away from it.  With my conscience full of pity for the owner, I went back, picked it up, placed it on top of the bridge wall (not really that high thats why I can reach the top hehe) taking into consideration that maybe the mother will pass by the same place while searching to where did her baby's pacifier fall.

Feeling a little bit better, I went on and took my train. That afternoon on the way back home, it was still on the wall waiting for its owner to find it.

The next day, it was on the ground again..probably fell from the heavy wind and rain the night before, I picked it up again and put it back at the same place I put it yesterday.

For 3 days its just right there where I left it.

On the fourth day, there was such a heavy rain that day, when I passed by that morning...no more sight of the pacifier.  Not on the wall nor on the ground.  Somebody picked it and threw it in the trash or it fell on the other side of the wall which is the train tracks...

Now everytime I pass this bridge I think about that pacifier.  A baby blue one with a white teddy bear design.

Maybe its just me but if you are a mother too, with such overflow of emotion like me..then I think you would understand why.  "If it happened to my baby..." That was what's in my mind that time. 

Anyhow, taking out the drama...the mother probably bought her baby a new one already (hihi).

I'd immediately do the same if I was her.

Welcome Fientje!

Welcome little angel Fientje!

(photo from Tante Nicole's Facebook album)
3.175 kg, 50 cm at exactly 11.40am

Baby daughter of Jimmy and Astrid and baby sister of Staf

We were not able to visit you sooner but when we did you treated us with a thousand cuteness!  And your brother was an entertainer too!

We cant wait to see you again!!!

Neri, Nico, Niels and Nina

Wel niet de bedoeling kleine meid!

Ja, groot worden betekent niet alleen flink groeien en alleen brave dingen kunnen doen...dat weten jullie allemaal...want onze kleine meid is echt groot aan het worden met alles erop en eraan...kijk maar:

Wel niet de bedoeling dat je mama's wasknijpers opeet of aan je kleertjes hangt...wat ga ik nu gebruiken voor mijn was?

Wel niet de bedoeling dat je je pop en knuffels op de grond gooit en je zelf op het popbedje gaat staan Nina! Ik zeg het al, het is gevaarlijk...Nu ja...en ze lacht ook nog naar de camera...dus ja, ze was gevallen..en wie was dan stout geweest?  Nina zeg dan heel spontaan "Stoute vloer! Stout bed!"

Maar door die stoute dingen te doen wordt ze dan ook wel slim van hé