There's 2 things

1. for the past 48 hours i have been listening to this song
2. looking forward to the filmfestival tomorrow!!!!!!!

The weekend we got Timo drunk

It all started out fine.
Saturday morning we celebrated Chelsea's birthday, Robbert went off for his (ice)skating lessons, he came back and picked the boys up for judo, right after that to waterpolo and i took Caroline to the pool for her b diploma.

Only one more diploma to go and all 3 children have their necessary 3 diploma's. Can hardly believe it.

Then dinner.
Now you made have read in Chelsea's blog :) we ask the children to use fork and knive when they eat, but we also ask them to sit up straight.
Timo for some reason has developed a habit of leaning backwards with his elbows/arms over the chairs as if hanging on a bar stool.
When i asked him for the 40th time to sit up straight, he said; Well i'd rather have a whiskey.

O how he wished he had never asked.

We made him take a sip.

Only when i would take a photo he agreed.

So there you have it. This is right after he drank and in a panicking voice said; take the photo, take the photo.
He than ran to the sink and coughed and spit till his face was green while everybody else around him was laughing with tears.

He than came back to the table and boasted he felt nothing.
Well either way you have to wait till you're 18 we said, coz this is illegal.
Wow, i am going to tell all my friends he replied.
You'd better not or we go into jail, robbert said.
Well you have to be in jail for 21 years then Timo said.
21 years?
Yeah, coz i am 8 now and in 3 years time i am 18.

????
(and Timo always has A+++ for his arythmatic)

We then had icecream for dessert.

Timo started to blow onto the ice.
Coz it was so cold.

????

He had to laugh too, but clearly was a bit confused as if he was thinking to himself, why am i doing this?

Anyway, to clear everyones head a bit we went to the petting zoo in Schiedam this afternoon where the kids immediately took over this broken tractor and had the wildest fantasy adventures with it.

As you can see, Morten is racing round a corner.

I am going to do some exercises (i will tell you all about that seperately) and then out for Chelsea's birthday dinner!

wipped cream

Have no idea why but somehow we had 5 cans of wipped cream in our fridge. Timo wanted to have a special toetje so that's what he got.

Of course then things got terribly out of hand.

Dalai Lama

breaking news, you guys.
Just heard on the 8 oclock news the Dalai Lama is coming to the netherlands this summer.
Does this mean i have a chance to see Richard Gere in the flesh?
Coz he's all into that boeddist sh*t isn't he?

Cours he is old.
But so am i and this is just a trip down memory lane.
Keeping fingers crossed here.
anyone with important news regarding this issue, text me!

fever, the sequel

yesterday it was Mortens turn.

coming down the stairs he was calling my name and when i came out of my hiding place, he told me there were stacks of paper piling up.
3,5 no maybe 18.
and then the computers.
at least 10 computers and what that should cost.
60 copies x 6
and then he did 9

he was as crazy as his brother.

just now he came down again, crying and saying he didn't feel well.
and how on earth could there be such a long rope in his room.
well. i said, that's what you have with long ropes....
he said he was pretty sure Puckie (one of the cats) did not like that and neither did he!

i gave him a pill and he's back to bed now.

for all of you who have been around when our children had to be in the sauna we call a swimmingpool; Caroline is up for her trial exam B this Saturday!!!!

Fever

Both boys are sick. Ill.
And when they are they have some pretty high fever.
And start seeing things.

Timo has a hard time with pills. The one up his bottom make us feel and look like some rapist coz he is screaming hell and fire, but the ones he needs to swallow make him gag (i know exactly what he feels) and make him burp for 5 whole minutes.
But if we don't give it to him...

yesterday evening, 9-ish.
he came down from the stairs, telling us there where 2 motorists in his room and they were driving him crazy.
i will take care of it i said and went up.
see, he said, pointed at mortens bed where sam (the cat) was sleeping.

o yeah, you are righ, i will take him right away i answered.
then he climbed up his bed but he didn't lay down, he kept standing (in the top bed of a bunker, that is pretty scary).
lay down honey i said.
he sat down and then pointed at his bed.
but what about this then he said.
about what i asked
the wrinkles he said, as in; stupid!
o right, the wrinkles.
what do you want to do then i asked. do you want to sleep in our bed?
yes he did.
but even then he got up several times in the middle of the night, only to stand on his bed.
i would wake up and see a huge timo towering over me.
come lay down now, and he would.

morten cannot taste anything. his throat hurts and when i gave him a coke this morning he said; ugh, that is horrible.

that's what fever does to you

Resolutions

So, what do you think.
Should i give in then?
do i really need the gym this time?

I am seriously 5 kilo overweight.
No don't tell me you can't see.
i can.
and you can too if you open your eyes.

but i hate running.
let alone run on a machine.

guess what i am asking is advice
for some painless and effortless o and quick results.

ideas anyone?

Happy New Year!

Gelukkig nieuw jaar everyone!
I haven't had time to send out christmas/new years cards this year, so here's my wish for all of you.
May you have luck, happiness and prosperity, good health (my niece broke her leg on the last day of 2008 while skating) and whatever is left to wish :)

We've been skating for a couple of days in a row, alternated with wii-ing.
Underneath you see Myf who came over for dinner a couple of days ago and couldn't escape either.