I am in Dubai!
Hi all,
tomorrow I am flying to Dubai, to visit my papa and to play in the pool. Perhaps I'll eat some dates. Exciting! I won't be blogging for a week.
Hi all,
tomorrow I am flying to Dubai, to visit my papa and to play in the pool. Perhaps I'll eat some dates. Exciting! I won't be blogging for a week.
The Hortus has a butterfly house. It will be warm there, sunny and very butterfly-y. Just what we need on this wintery Easter. We cycle there, through the snow falling. Romantic, but in March? My mama had put away my red ski suit, but now I am wearing it again! And nice warm it is.
Inside the butterfly house it is warm too. I love the butterflies, the colors, the flying, they move so light-hearted. And they think I am a red flower! Which is true, my mama says.
Simon is also bored this weekend. Can I come play, Francesca? Of course! Let's take the tram and go into town! In Simon's town there are no trams, so he is very excited to go into the tram.
This Easter weekend is much too early this year. The Winter hasn't receded yet, and so we have a wet, cold, snowy Easter. Not Saturday we plan anything for. We rush to do our weekend grocery shopping and stay inside.
But! Today I managed to clap my hands! I can get them together and I produce even sound! This is fun. Especially if I clap my hands while mama feeds me yoghurt with a spoon. If I am lucky I clap the spoon and the yoghurt, and I get a shower for reward!
We are caught in the shop by the rain and hail. One second the sun shines, the next hail is coming from the sky. What do we see? Niffy pencils!! Mama, mama, I am big enough for colour pencils, am I not?
You see, I am a big girl! Although drawing is much more difficult than I thought; it requires all sorts of gymnastics??
This is Pila. We met her in the park, with her papa. We think her papa is Spanish. Pila and I were both shy, Pila was digging a hole in the ground with a stick, and I was just feeling the cold and wet sand with my hands.
Pila was wearing shoes, because she can walk. I was just wearing my sox. They became wet and then my mama wanted to get me home and dry.
We have been at the grandparents all weekend. My mama had to sing a lot and therefore we were not at home. Pff, busy, and Sunday night we are happy to be back home again.
This is my onion. I have so often tried to cook with it, but my mama takes the onion from me all the time. I have tried eating the skin often, but can't because she takes it from me. Just tonight she let me: if you want to eat the skin of the onion, you can, she said. Oh, what a nice day!! So, now I am cooking my onion. An onion belongs in the pan, doesn't it?
It is storming outside! A boat was thrown on the beach, all the cyclists are thrown off their bike and the wind is howling around grandma's house. But Simon is a little bit ill and grandma has to go to Simon to take care.
We bring grandma with our car, so she doesn't have to take the train.
I like playing at Simon's house: he has so many vet cool toys. But playing together is still hard for us: we both want the same thing, but we both want it for us alone! Somehow what the other has is better.
I found eating sooo boring, I couldn't sit still. I want to see the same things mama is looking at. Mama, can I look out as well?
Now I am sitting in front of the window and can see the children playing on my square. I still can't sit still, but it is much more fun!
My mama sighs and tries to discipline me ....
It is a nice Saturday morning and I want to go to the Vechtoever. We sit in the Sun on the picknick carpet and play. My mama is working a little bit in the garden. And then the neighbours arrive. It seems there is work to be done on our shared border.
But alas, the Sun disappears and I call my mama inside, so they have to do the work on their own, I am afraid.
Cessie? Where are you?
I go around the house on my own these days. Never far away, and going back to mama after a short trip only. But sometimes she calls out for me, because she doesn't hear me.
And that while I am only re-organising her wardrobe.