bringing me home

I love the balance and symmetry of this shot, and the beauty that Laura brings to it. I've had friends tell me how beautiful she is, stunning really. Her most beautiful gift though is her ability to take you inside yourself to the center of it all. Just a telephone call later (or a luxury 10 days together, in our case) and she's brought you home again, back to a place you loved but lost along the way because you got so bogged down with life and defragmented. Back to yourself. Back to life.

I guess that's what friends are for - bringing us back to life, so to speak. But Laura did that for me in the biggest way during her visit, and for that I'm eternally grateful. So thanks, Laura, for jumpstarting this old clunker!



Laura was the life of New Year's Eve (along w killer fireworks) when she discovered the Dutch love Michael Jackson! She got our hips swinging and the olliebollen flying - yumm, yumm Marijn!

...the beloved wife and companion. Btw, who's that GQ guy kissing on you - oh that's Paul! Can i have some of that?

She brings connectivity to the family, and it was endearing to see her needing some kidtime/familytime during their brief visit. During a mini-crisis of finding a resto in Brugge, she siezed the opportunity for some one-on-one with the boys.


Laura snapped a ton of photos during her visit, but she's never IN a single picture so this one's for her!

miss you too!

Taiwan?

Okay, I'm not looking at the sitemeter anymore because it's freakin' me out a little. With Laura's help, I recently plugged into this website so I could see who's visiting my blog. Well, lately I've had visits from Taiwan, Spain, Morocco and China (UK, Holland, Switzerland don't count since I know family/friends there). I'm not sure what search words brought them to my site, but it's perplexing to say the least.

If it's for the birds, then I must apologize as I've been neglecting my feathered friends as of late due to my love affair with my best friend Laura. But I'll get my rhthym back soon, especially since the birds are singing again and you can practically see their hormones pumping through their little bodies. Egyptian goslings have already been spotted in the Brussels area - but I'm sure that had nothing to do with global warming.

Or maybe they're related to the Verschuuren family in some way, or want to know more about the land of sprouts. Who knows. But it makes you wonder, doesn't it?

off to New York

Alex told me when she turns 14 she'll take Phoebe to New York (as in city) alone - oh boy

Happy Birthday!

Jan. 14th, to my dear, dear friend Laura Kammermeier in Honeoye Falls, NY, who "mac-ified" me and showed me the light!

Jan. 16th, to Phoebe's friends Grace and Sydney in Boardman

Dec. 29th, to my Dad and little John 5th who celebrated in Orlando, Florida

WE MISS YOU!

Phoebe's birds

Phoebe stayed home from school today so we had some fun with a bird quiz. I asked her to name as many birds as she could remember, and this is what she came up with. She wanted to list some boy and girl birds separately since she can tell them apart, but i told her we'd save that for next time. I don't think i could name 10 birds when I was her age. Her number 1 bird is one of my all-time favorites. Funny it's the first bird that came to her mind!

1. Cardinal
2. Merel - what the Europeans call a blackbird, but it's really a thrush
3. chickadee
4. Blackbird, but here she was thinking of the N.A. red-winged version
5. Goldfinch
6. House sparrow
7. House finch
8. Downy woodpecker - this is when she wanted to talk about differences between males and females
9. Dove, as in the wood dove which is more than abundant here
10. Mourning Dove
11. Parakeet, like Piet the ring-necked parakeet who visits our feeder every day around 2 pm
12. Flamingo - this came out of the blue!
13. long-tailed tits, which happened to be visiting our bird feeder just as we both looked outside
14. Bluebird
15. Bluejay, which she knows will predate eggs and slurp up the yolk, which is just how she likes to eat her eggs too
16. kingfisher
17. duck, like the one where the male has a green head she said
18. crane
19. Great blue heron
20. eagle, as in the Bald eagle she remembered
21. Vulture
22. Barn owl
23. Screech owl, which she pronounced something like skeerch owl
24. Barred owl, which says "who cooks for you, who cooks for you aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh"
25. Hummingbird
26. Blue tits
27. Magpie, which she's quick to point out when she sees them here - they're pretty neat birds.

gai Paris

Our day in Paris was definitely "gai", which means happy in French. The sun never stopped shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a nice day to stroll the streets with the man i met almost 20 years ago. Stijn and I visited the musee d Orsay, which features art from 1848-1914, and loved it. With the highspeed train we made it to Paris and the museum before long lines had a chance to form, and we were back in Tervuren before the girls ballet class the next day. Thanks to Els and Harry, who watched the kids while we were gone, we got to enjoy time together in this beautiful place. I'm not a city person like Stijn is, but Paris is a place I'd like to revisit again and again. And again.

Fave shots of kids w Max and Jackie

... at Brussels kerstmarkt on a day when the sun really tried to shine. If you pay close attention, you'll notice that two of the youngsters are always near each other. In fact they were inseparable during the entire trip. See if you can find the lovebirds.


... by fruitmarket in Tervuren. Fridays are market day in our town and the kids couldn't wait to spend a few euros on Belgian wafels. Unfortunately the wafel man wasn't there that day so the kids bought snoepjes (candy) instead.


Oops, meant to save this one for the end. Kelley, better keep this one away from Tres. Yes, Phoebe and Jackie were like peanut butter and jelly, and it was sweet to see their fondness for each other. Funny thing is that Phoebe was showering Max with kisses too, so will be interesting to see how this love triangle evolves.


Finally the kids got their Belgian wafels in Brugges. It was a chilly but sunny late afternoon, and the warm fresh wafels hit the spot and gave the kids enough energy to make it mostly around the town.


Our trip to Dinant citadelle, which the kids didn't even want to do initially. They preferred to sit around in their secret place all day doing things we'd rather not hear about, which is exactly why we decided a trip to a castle was in order. Plus, they needed exciting pictures to show their teachers, not just photos of kids munching wafels!

this is the best i'm gonna get

I don't know why this image was deleted from the previous post, but here it is! I guess I'm still getting used to the keypad on my new macbook pro and may hit a stray key now and again. Really can't complain, now can I? It makes a lovely addition to our family but i have to watch that i don't spend more time with it than i do with the kids!

waiting for the fall

Our best friends Laura and Paul and their boys came to visit us in Belgium over the holidays. Every day was a non-stop party for kids and adults alike (see laura's blog for more party stories http://transition2ny.blogspot.com/). The kids were so thrilled to play with their longtime friends Max and Jackie and to have sleepovers for 10 days, yes you heard it right - 10 DAYS! Because the kids were happily occupied 24/7 the adults actually had some relaxing moments, like while sampling all the beer/wine Stijn had stockpiled on the patio "bar" table. All the stories, the laughter, the good cheer, the microburnouts (just a few) filled the house with good kharma, although I don't know if houses can actually have kharma. Nevertheless, the house "feels" different since we probably laughed/screamed/drove away any house spirits that might've been lingering. I've been waiting for the high to wear off, but it's just not happening, and I'll just drink more Leffe, Duvel or Delirium Tremens (love that name) if it threatens to.



So what were some memorable moments from this reunion of long lost friends? Well, I don't normally catch spontaneous actions on film, but Laura's reaction to Stijn saying, "is this the best i'm gonna get?" was great. We had successful family outings (is that possible?), and the photo below is from our trek to the Brussels kerstmarkt. The boys took Alex, Phoebe and Max ice skating, which was a big hit, and Laura and I took Jackie and Thijs on the ferris wheel. With the obligatory Belgian frites met mayonnaise and some hot chocolate or gluhwein, our tummies were full for the tram/metro ride home.



An afternoon out for the parents included a lunch at Hoegaarden brewery and a walk in the woods where we admired the simplicity and longevity of this old chapel.



Sharing a cup of tea with Laura is one of my favorite memories of our time together. This teatime came with a Belgian wafel smothered in cream and free entertainment for the teashop - our kids! The kids loved this pitstop with hot chocolate, ice cream, cookies (complimentary with tea), coca cola - yummmmmm! This made for a calm car ride home, NOT, but at least we were able to make it to our car. Will never forget almost missing the opportunity to walk 653 steps to the top of the citadelle only to find the gate locked shut. Luckily we caught the last gondola back to the top!



Exploring a castle in the quaint Wallonian town of Dinant (southeastern Belgium). Thanks to Czar Stijn, we actually made the trip to see the citadelle in Dinant w our 5 supercharged kids (while he sat calmly/quietly behind his desk at work all day). It was a fun trip, although by no means the least stressful. This was a great way to end our trip and get us dreaming about our next adventure(s)!

a brew fit for a bishop

Now this is what I call inspiring - naming a beer after the Dutch/Belgian version of Santa Claus! Just heard of this from my friend/former student Rob, who takes his brewing seriously enough to deliberate for weeks on end as to what to call the concoction (see bottle date). Will he follow up next season with a bottle called "Zwarte Piet"?

For a funny take on Sinterklaas, tune into the audio file by David Sedaris, which my friend Laura found and turned me onto thankfully! Scroll down to 12/02 or search Sedaris. Once you click, an audio box should pop up with an arrow for play. Sit back and enjoy!http://www.scottmccloud.com/comics/mi/mi-blog-2004.html

boxes

What I love/hate about this time of year are boxes. If you're like us and live a ridiculously long way away from home, then you manage most of your gift giving/receiving with the help of the brown box and your friendly (or unfriendly) postal service. If you're lucky, the boxes arrive while you're home and you don't have to pay any steep tarifs, but I'm seldom so fortunate. Today I was lucky though and got two packages in the mail - it was great! Somehow I'm supposed to wait til xmas to open them, but that hardly seems fair given I've waited already 356 days for xmas to arrive!

Drew these boxes as part of an assignment on perspective last week in my drawing class. Idea is to create depth on a 2-dimensional surface, which sounds easier than it is. First, I drew the boxes sitting on a table on a piece of white sketch paper but wasn't thrilled with the table. So decided to cut out the boxes and set them on a black background that I colored with waxy pastels. It looks a bit collagy, but at least the table is flat and looks more interesting.

To take my mind off of opening the boxes that arrive between now and xmas, maybe I'll just practice drawing them! I could use that idea for the kids too, since they're far worse than I am when it comes to opening anything that comes through the door. And maybe instead of "color Santa contests" we could have "draw the box contests"! Now there's a thought that will get me nowhere.

De Sint is jarig!

Sinterklaas (Saint Nicholas) had a birthday today! He and his zwarte Pieten (yes, black Piets) live in Spain and spend the whole year preparing for this big party. They travel by steamboat with a cargo filled with snoepjes and cadeautjes (candy + presents) and arrive late November in Holland and Belgium. Kids fill their wooden shoes (in Holland, at least) with briefjes (letters) or tekenings (drawings) and leave koekjes en melk for Sinterklaas and his Pieten, along with wortels (carrots) and suiker klontjes for Sinterklaas's horse. No, he doesn't have reindeer, elves or ride in a sleigh.


The kids have seen Sinterklaas twice already! This morning he made an appearance at their school and gave them all snoepjes. And they also saw him 2 weeks ago at a Dutch party, where he gave each child a present and told them whether they'd been naughty or nice. This Sint was dressed a bit alternatively. I've never seen one wearing purple gloves!

The second the kids got home from school today they were busy writing briefs and making tekenings. Phoebe brought home a shoe she'd decorated as zwarte Piet at school. Oh, and they made sure the flue was open so the Piets could get down the chimney (Sint leaves the dirty work up to them).

Now I better get to bed since I know they'll be up at the break of dawn wanting to read the letter(s) left by the Sint and find any goodies he left behind. Stijn, I could really use you right now for the early morning shift! It's payback time!

boot nazis strike again

Mom we want to tell you that we don't like those bruin shoes. Love, Alex, Phoeb Thijs

This was the first note (w a few Dutch or hybrid words thrown in) I received from the boot nazis a few weeks ago. They were sending a clear message that they didn't approve of the new Ecco boots I'd purchased at a shoe store in town. I didn't expect it to go any further than this, but pretty soon they were hiding the bruin boots they didn't like and putting in their place a pair of black boots w heels that they DID like. They hid the bruin boots so well I couldn't find them! But then came a second note ...

Goed moring mom!
We want to tell you that kan you please put pretty clothes on for the 3.00 theahtre (a play in Alex's classroom). Love, Alex, Phoebe, Thijs
(look on back)
If you want to put on boost (black boots, that is) I woud like that please? ansser heer ____________________________________________

Okay, now it's not just my boots they're censoring, but also my choice of clothes. I can't take this. If it isn't enough putting up w stares from the towns people (yes, I know I dress casual and why not? I'm not working full-time!), now I have to put up with criticism from my own kids. I think I'm losing it! But then the threats came ...

Hi Mom Good Moring!

If you don't wear boost some times to school and back I and Phoebe will take the boost some times and play with them! But they miht not go back!

love, Alex and Phoebe

P.S. ansser here _________________________________________________ Sorry mom, we want you to look pretty!

Enough is enough, I thought. This has gone too far. Before you know it they'll be confiscating my possessions (like they've done w my makeup) and I really won't have anything to wear. So let's turn it into something positive. "Okay kids", I said, "what about this". "If you rewrite all your notes and use correct spelling and grammar, then I'll wear the black boots to school and back sometimes and dress pretty", I said. Do we have a deal?

I'm still waiting for an ansser.

happy birthday mom!

Hey Mom! John, Carter, Beau and I want to wish you a happy birthday (Dec. 2nd). Happy 70th birthday, that is! And we just want to thank you for everything you've done for the family because thanks to you (and dad gets a little credit too) we didn't turn out that bad after all. But really, we can't wait for the next opportunity to come home and spend some time with you and dad. Miss you already. Hope you had a fantastic day!



This has been an amazing year, with grandma Phoebe turning 100, grandma Mimi turning 90, and now mom and opa Harry turning 70! And this photo was taken at Grayton Beach, Florida, where we celebrated mom and dad's 50th wedding anniversary. It'll definitely go down in history as the year with the most family reunions. I don't know if Italy can top our week at Grayton, but we can sure give it a try!


"Happy 70th Birthday Nana!" - Lang zal ze leven, lang zal ze leven, lang zal ze leven in de gloria. In de gloria. Iin de gloria. Hiepbedepiep hoora, hiepbedepiep hoora, hiepbedepiep hoora! We miss you! Love you! Alex, Phoebe en Thijs

Cheers Robin! Sorry Jayne's not in this photo - she's probably getting a refill margarita so we can make a toast to your health, although you don't really need it cuz you can outwalk us ALL anyday - HA, HA, HA! But hey, we're catching up with you on the tennis court! Cheers Big Ears! Same goes Big Nose!

11-11-1987

It was around this time19 years ago that Stijn & I romped around on the beaches of Florida. He was from the land of tulips, had wild hair and knew how to make me laugh.

We got to talking one afternoon while sitting on scuba tanks, waiting our turn to dive in murky Lake Rosa near Gainesville. I remember the threadbare tropical yellow shirt he was wearing, along w his shorts, which looked equally worn. He had a big smile and little squinty eyes just like you see here. Those are the kind of eyes I knew I could trust (except when he wants the last Leffe!).

That night we stood in line together to turn in our scuba tanks for what seemed like hours. I decided, for whatever reason, to try to throw him in the swimming pool that was next to us and just begging for this to happen. I'm strong enough, I thought, and besides, he'll be a gentleman and let me get away with it. But no, after a good fight I was the one standing dripping wet in the pool, and he was still dry, happy as a clam and laughing at me, no doubt. I knew then that I'd met my match, and that he had the strong personality I'd been looking for (ok, but you can admit you're wrong now and again Stijn!).

Happy Anniversary lovie! Glad we're travelling again liked we loved to do so much when we first met. Those trips are the best thing for our relationship - and my bird list!

return of the Democrats

WHAT A GREAT DAY!

Thank you America for restoring our faith. I guess we can move back to the states now. Oops, not just yet ... Bush is still in the White House.

May the entire universe be filled with peace, joy, love and light. Oh Shanti.

trick or treating in Tervuren

We did it! We trick-or-treated in our neighborhood at 6.oo pm this evening, and the kids had a blast. We numbered 11 in total: my Portuguese neighbor Fernanda and her 3 boys, 2 Flemish neighbor kids, and a little German girl from Thijs's class (princess).

With little warning we descended on our neighbors with hoops and howls and all kinds of noises. Usually they weren't prepared to receive us (since Halloween isn't a Belgian tradition) but made do with whatever they could find in their kitchen or wallet (4 euro!). The dark Cote d'Or chocolate was a real treat!

Fernanda told me her son Luca had been looking forward to trick-or-treating because it would make him feel like an American, or something along those lines. Funny, isn't it, the impressions kids have of Americans and where they get them.
 

missing nana and grandaddy

Had a great time with Mom and Dad, and it's taken some time to readjust since they left. They were here for 2 weeks and became permanent fixtures in the household, w/ walking the kids to/from school, taking them to gymnastics/ ballet/ the playground, going to see Phoebe's kindergarten play Sneeuwitje (this photo), working in the garden, doing tai chi with me, drinking lots of Leffe and enjoying the most tasty meals, like coq au vin, leek soup, beef carbonnades, mussels in Brussels!

For some days after Nana and Grandaddy left, the kids kept asking if they'd be picking them up from school or meeting them at the playground. Maybe they thought they were hiking again in France and would soon return. Or maybe they got so used to having them as a part of their daily lives and routine, which was the best part for all of us (although I loved our trips to Waterloo and Brugges). At any rate, the kids said again and again how much they missed Nana and Grandaddy. Next time they'll have to stay longer. Thanks again for your wonderful visit, Mom and Dad!


 

a duo for Cirque du Soleil?

 

nana and grandaddy?

Who would've thought that by wearing a pumpkin on his head (last ditch effort), grandaddy would earn the privilege of being body-slammed by a Flemish man dressed as a pumpkin (kindred spirit!) performing in the Halloween Wandeling in Tervuren?

Will that be something he remembers when he turns 95?

The kids wanted to know if Nana's hair was real.