Easter

Taking a nap

When I fall asleep, the kids dig into my comic collection. It used to be sacred to me, I didn't like to lend any out to friends, always scared they might get marked in any way. But now.. they are my kids, you know. Only they can.

Haute cuisine: Mone on Sundaymorning

When daddy takes care

A few months ago, Saskia had to go abroad for her work. I was proud that I could take care of the kids on my own, warning my colleagues that I might be a bit tired or less available for a few days. A couple of hours before Saskia left, Mone got the chicken pox. And since I didn't take care of Elmo when he had them (The Bibberblog: the "stippeltjesweek"), the experience was new to me. I thought I just needed to rub her in with some cream and all would go well.

I guess I didn't think about the fact that the cream was red, that it ruined all her clothes and sheets. And most of all: that it would remain visible on her body when Saskia returned. That was a nice moment, I can tell you.

Baptism invitation