ANTWERP, I love you this way.
Started as foodporn.. but then I was just too hungry..
My face in case the Holy Sketcher after having drawn the eyes would have completely forgotten about the rest.
I am ready to dive in both The Lady & the bath..
It’s been always important for us that our children are well protected during biking – even if we don’t look. So we’ve always worn a helmet, too.
Kind of walk-the-talk issue for us.
I mean, bike-the-talk.
Our son (10 yr old) in the morning, appearing with self prepared & served breakfast:
He: ‘Papa, egg breakfast for you, seasoned with herbs freshly picked from the garden.
Mama, you’ve received also butter to the toast as I know you prefer that way. Careful with the butter knife.’
The neighbour kitten has just visited us – and after a while she suddenly makes up her mind to leave – however not the same way she came (on top of the stone fence) but finds a shorter way: up on a tree trunk.
My husband: ‘Shortcat.’
This is the 3rd time now I’ve failed to pass the quick test to prove I am not a robot.
I am getting to become suspicious to myself.
I am reading in the garden when I hear some concerning sounds from the kitchen:
‘RAAAIDS OF THE ESSENTIAL OOOOILS!!!!’
Our daughter (14) hurries out to comfort me:
‘No worries – only papa is cooking.’
How you know you’ve been working for Compliance for too long:
You take a photo of the neighbor’s cat and before posting to social media you cover the eyes due to ‘concerns of privacy of minors’.
Our family has also 3-leg children.
The director/ director of photography/ the guys in charge of music, and casting.. – all.
This morning it’s me with our son who are preparing breakfast.
Walter (10 ys): ‘I am making a toast to my 2nd papa.’
Me (patiently): Walter, I would never want to pick on irrelevant details, and I appreciate so much you practice your Hungarian, but just in case you would later tell this story to any of the grandmas when they call, maybe it’s important to know that in this context the Hungarian word order is “2nd” coming before and not after “toast”. That would certainly spare me some minutes explanation next time. Thank you.’
Our son (10ys): ‘Mama, I have written a poem! Wanna read it?’
Me: ‘Sure I will. … Wow, Walter, it’s not bad.. Go on, son!’
He: ‘I can’t.’
Me: ‘Why are you lowering the blinds?’
My husband: ‘It’s getting dark, we will soon turn the lights on and I will for sure not let strangers see my wife..’
Me: ‘That’s so cute!’
He: ‘…free of charge.’
i hear my children talk this morning:
Walter (10): ‘Noëmi, I don’t know what happened, my mobile phone won’t work – can you fix it, please?’
Noëmi (14): ‘Ok, let me see… ready, here you are. It was quite simple – even mama would have been able to fix it. So may I ask you to next time check with her first, and only if there is a real tech problem, come to me?’
Lockdown strawberry – born in captivity.
Today the whole population of Belgium is buzzing around: according to the weather forecast we might have even 14 degrees during the day!!
I have already reacted this breaking-news with the necessary precautions, and as Ultimate Mitigating Measures has already prepared my sunglasses, a 50-factor suntan lotion, a safe shadow, and arranged for preventing dehydration for the whole day.
Should I not come here any more, I simply got heat stroke.
Same day a year ago in Hungary it was 30 degrees. We had a visitor from Budapest, who – having heard our weather forecast – has brought her winter coat.
My husband: ‘Ooops, I see our plant has dried out. We might have watered it more..’
Me: ‘Did we have a plant?’
He: ‘…than zero…’
– FEEL THE BEAT BABE!!
– He is not with me.
Walter (10): ‘Mama, what are Hungarian schools like? Same as in Belgium?’
Me to my 10-yr-olds son: ‘Walter, what is your goal in life?’
Walter: ‘Zombie apocalypse.’
Me: ‘Beg your pardon?’
Walter: ‘I mean to be a good boy..’
SPOT THE BEAR!
You know the game, right?
It is being played nowadays all around the world giving a little solace to children who are stuck at home during the Corona lockdown.
The rules are simple: first you go and find some stuffed bears at home, put them in the window on a visible spot, and so when you go for a walk with your children (and other parents with theirs) it makes children happy when they try to spot as many bears as they can.
Such a nice & warm initiative!
Although my children do not show any particular interest in the above activity, my husband seems to be realising rather good progress, as by the end of the 3rd week he was not only able to make a difference with zebras, but sometimes also bunnies, too.
I am sitting in the garden. My husband joins me, but then he smells something strange..
My husband: ‘What is that strange smell?’
Me: ‘It must be coming from the back neighbour. I believe they are having a BBQ.
What makes me conclude this is the following:
A few moments ago they were singing together – apparently they are celebrating a family member’s birthday.
Now it’s all silent – they must be eating.
And because I can hear some cutlery noise, they must be eating in the garden, and since the weather today is exceptionally ideal (especially considering Belgium) it is somewhat obvious that they have had a BBQ, for which they must have used one of those barbecue fuel things, briquette or coal, which can have that funny smell..
Since we have a slight north-east breeze today, I conclude it’s not our direct back neighbour but the one on the right hand side.’
My husband: ‘Thank you for the thorough reasoning, covering all the vital aspects of my question.
.. By the way, if I may advise …you could take a short break reading your favourite books by Agatha Christie.’
‘We’ve just been in the food shop and THEY’VE RUN OUT OF THE MANGO BISCUIT AND THE HEART-SHAPED ICE CUBES!!!’
My daughter’s (14) unerringly accurate sensor for the expected economic depression.
This picture is something my daughter (14 ys) has just posted on social media.
I’ve always been adamant to teach my children the importance of being rational and authentic in whatever they do.
Well, if there is 1 person on planet Earth who has years of experience in how to exist as a unicorn among all those humanoids – it is definitely MY daughter… so hereby I consider this piece of parental lesson nicely learnt here.
Me: ‘I see, Sweety, that you’re up to something – what are the plans for today?’
Walter (10): ‘I know you both need to work, so I will play carnival, you see I put pyjama on back to front, and will build a nest below your table. Will not disturb: I’ve brought some books and toys, but I need to return for a 2nd transport.’
I always do the dishes like this – people should have style for God’s sake..
Me (at around the end of the 2nd game):
Stay home – read a book – in the garden hammock