Pause

Can someone please tell me where the time goes?

Today was the first day of term and the kids were back to school again (with a swollen eye - Laney, a bruised cheek - Spencer, but what can you do?). 


It is just hard for me to believe that only a year ago they looked like this:

They have grown so much!  The change is most noticeable in AJ, of course.  Not just in his physical appearance, but demeanour as well.  For example, he looked like this for most of the day:

Why you ask?  He wants to be grown up too.  He so wants to go to school.  It doesn't help that Laney has been playing it up - AJ I will sit next to you at lunch, AJ you can see your best friend Peyton, AJ it will be so much fun...  Ugh!  I told him today that if he went to school he would have to go alone and wouldn't be able to see me - he said that was okay because he really wanted to see "his kids".  

While potty training, when AJ felt like he was going to miss out on something while he was in the bathroom he would ask people to "pause" the game, puzzle, show, etc.  so he was sure he didn't miss anything.  So, I would like to adopt AJ's methodology and "pause". Hear that life?  PAUSE please! 

Madness

We have all gone mad around here.  Some more than others...

For science day at school, the kids dressed as mad scientists. Owen decided to go all out with his hair, while Laney and Spencer went for a more reserved look.  AJ's hair, well, his hair always looks crazy but we are so thankful that he finally has some we just aren't bothered.  

They had a great day at school with a mobile planetarium and experiments galore. 

I, on the other hand, have progressed way beyond madness.  I have lost my mind.  While rushing to modify shirts into lab coats, I plugged the the sewing machine into the little white converter and flipped the switch.  The loud "boooo-haa" sound that followed was my first clue that I had done something horribly wrong.  The smell that followed confirmed it.  Unfortunately, it was only after I sent the 220V through my poor little 110V machine that I remembered the last time I used the sewing machine in the kitchen I hauled in the big yellow converter (a step down transformer) rather than the little white one.  

R.I.P. dear sewing machine. 

Christmas Eve

Tree - check.

Kids in jammies - check.

Stockings - check.

Gingie Men (AJ's newest obsession - "not da gum dwop butens") for Santa/Father Christmas - check.

Monkey bread for the morning - check.

A good nights sleep - hopeful.

Snow

It was fun the first time around.

      

The kids were off school for 4 days - we built snowmen, drank hot chocolate and threw snowballs.

The children were so excited to see the snow they went out before the sun even came up.
 

This time, however, there is no school to be missed and the snow has lost much of its appeal.  We are supposed to be in Spain right now warming ourselves, eating tapas, drinking Sherry and touring the Royal Andalusian School of Equestrian Art, but instead we are trapped in a "Frozen Britain". 

One plus (of many - like, we are not stuck at an airport somewhere), we were able to try out the sleds I bought after the last snow!

Not Messing Around

A lot of people asked if we celebrated Thanksgiving this year and the answer is "yes", kind of.  Obviously Thanksgiving is not observed here so Sam still went to work and the children still went to school, but we did have a turkey dinner complete with cranberries imported from the USA.  It was certainly not the same as being at home with family, but we made it work. 


It just so happens that one of the bigger English celebrations, Guy Fawkes Day, is celebrated at the beginning of November.  The day is to commemorate the day that King James 1 survived an assassination attempt.  Long story short November 5, 1605, Guy Fawkes, a participant of the Gunpowder Plot, attempted to blow up Parliament to rid England of the Protestant king and replace him with a Catholic head of state.  He was caught guarding barrels of gun powder, captured, questioned, tortured, tried, sentenced and ultimately jumped from the scaffolding from where he was to have been hanged, drawn and quartered (yuck).  Because the English don't mess around he was still drawn, quartered and distributed to the four corners of the kingdom. 


Like many of our American celebrations it is celebrated today with a lighter tone - many elaborate fireworks displays, massive bonfires (sometimes with an effigy of Guy Fawkes in the middle) and lots of food. 


Our house happens to back up to a golf course and they were having a big party to celebrate the day.  Not really knowing what to expect we decided to hang back this year and see what was what, but once we saw what was going on the kids and I grabbed our wellies and headed outside. 

Here is a what we saw:

Seriously, they do not mess around with this bonfire stuff.

No that is not a rope to keep people away, just something to mark the footpath at the back of the yard!

The fireworks were impressive (and close) and as a finale they set of floating lanterns that were so beautiful in the night sky.  The best part is unlike the 4th of July when you have to wait so long for it to get dark, it gets dark at 4:00 PM in November, so all the festivities are over by 8:00 PM.  At the end of the day, I'm not sure I would trade my 4th of July apple pie or Thanksgiving turkey dinner, but it is definitely nice to enjoy while we are here. 

Amber

Meet the newest member of the family.  Her name is Amber and just like Penny she came with a few quirks (don't ask - it was very expensive), but now she is just as she should be - healthy, happy and very naughty!

Poor Penny - she puts up with this little whippersnapper with such grace. 

But, I guess what goes around comes around... 

Hmmm, Holland

Sometimes things don't go as planned.  This trip was one of them. 

I had found a place to rent in The Hague months before our departure.  One week before we are ready to leave, the owners contacted me to tell me they couldn't rent their house because some neighbors complained and they weren't really permitted to rent it as a vacation home in the first place.  Great! By this time the slim pickings of rental houses were even worse.  I did manage to find a place, but it was, um, quirky?  Glass bathroom doors (in addition to the Dutch shower - the kind where there is a drain in the middle of the floor and a shower curtain and that's it), really steep stairs, construction next door and on and on. 

I mentioned how nice it was to return to a place that was familiar, but what I did not mention is where our familalarity landed us... As we were looking for a parking place in Bruges, we came across the underground parking garage we had parked the time before.  However, unlike the time before, this time we had a new roof box on the top of the car.  Yeah, we remembered we had the box attached as we heard the fiberglass cracking and crunching.  Doh!  As if that was not bad enough, as Sam was trying to carfeully pull the car back out of the garage half a dozen people gave same the shameful finger wag.  

It just went on and on like this.  We had problems at border control because of our large group.  Laney was sick with a chest cold. I got dog poo all over my new coat at the park.  I lost the Flat Stanley that I was supposed to take pictures with during our trip.  The Internet connection at the house went out just as Sam had a major conference call.  On and on it went.  

Thankfully it wasn't all bad... 

We were able to spend time with Grammie

We got to walk on the beach.

The kids got to play at the pier.

Well, this would have happened no matter what (it was a complete mouthfull).

There was time to chase some pigeons.

We pretty much had the square in Delft to ourselves. 

We were in Delft.

I do love Delft.

Yellow windows and a swan - both plusses.

The kids had fun at the poop park.

We got to go to the outdoor museum Zaanse Schans.

It was really pretty. 

So interesting to see the wind-powered saw mill in action. 

Best of all we got to travel. 

In the end, not all went according to plan, but that is part of traveling.  As we were standing at the fish stall this little girl came over to Laney and tried to tell her something.  She didn't speak English and Laney doesn't speak Dutch and yet they were able to share a laugh about the pink toy cat.  I guess that is why I love traveling - sometimes there is something new to see or experience and sometimes it is the same and sometimes the similarities are more profound than the differences. 

Bruges, Belgium

 On our way to The Netherlands we stopped in one of my favorite places - Bruges.  The last time we were there Spencer was 18 months old.  Man, oh man, was it was different visiting with 3 walking children versus the 1 in a stroller.  Between the bicycles, horse drawn carriages and cars, I was sure we would only be taking the 1 we had in the stroller home.  Aside from my heart stopping every 2 minutes, it was a great day.  The sun was shining, the frites were hot and there is just something nice about going to a place that feels familiar. 

Running through Bruges

The Belfry

Provincial Government Palace

The Markt

One of the many canals

 Grammie navigating the cobblestones in search of her etching shop

Beautiful architecture

It is such an amazing place that I couldn't ask for much more - well, perhaps 4 srollers?