10 things

In order to condense some of my blogging, here are 10 things I have done lately (in no particular order)....

10. Cologne, Germany. 2 weekends ago we took the kids for our first trip to Germany. Cologne is home to the largest cathedral in Germany and it was AMAZING. However, I have to say that Cologne was the first European city that I have been un-impressed with. Apparently it was almost completely destroyed in World War II (except for the cathedral) and it has been re-built to hold as much charm as any cement building circa 1960. The crazy radicals protesting and mass German politie probably didn't help the image much either....

9. Genk, Belgium. After Bray's soccer game Saturday we went to the greatest park on earth. We set out to see an open-air museum full of Flemish period costumes, cheese making, lace making, etc., about an hour from our house, but ended up finding the park next door to the museum first, and never left. It had loads of totally dangerous, extremely fun play equipment. Ryan and I commented that you would NEVER see a playground like this in the States, as someone would be worried about getting sued. There was a 3 story slide that scared the bejeebies out of Landon, but it didn't stop him from doing it 2 dozen more times. The boys also rode go-karts and we played miniature golf.

8. Had the missionaries over for dinner. I love LOVE the missionaries in our ward. They are so anxious and excited to do missionary work and for me, they embody everything a missionary should be. We also had a Chinese woman who is investigating the church over too, and after it became apparent that Landon was quite wild and we had apologized for his lack of obedience she said (in a super cute Chinese accent), "Oh no, it is good for child to be monkey in China. It mean they have smart brain. The children who just sit there we say 'Oh, they not very smart.' But monkey children have very smart brain. I want monkey children."

7. Cleaning, cleaning, and more cleaning. I am trying REALLY hard to get everything pulled together and organized. With all of the weekend ventures we do, and the evenings I spend planning for said ventures, I'm not nearly as productive in the house as I used to be. I'm still waiting for the day when I can sit at the computer with every household chore done and have guilt-free computer time. I'm thinking it might be quite a number of years before that ever happens again.

6. Day-trip to France. This fabulous trip actually happened today with a good friend that I have met here. Her son is in Brayden's class at school and as soon as we dropped the kids off we ran to the car and headed out with Charlotte in tow. We went to this incredible tapestry warehouse in a small French town with floor to ceiling tapestry in every different shape, size, and color you can imagine. I think I had perma-grin the entire time as I have been dying to buy some tapestry for my family room since we arrived in Belgium and, along with entrance to little league, this tapestry warehouse was another dream fulfilled. We grabbed some yummy crab sandwiches on large crusty baguettes on our way out and made it back for school pick-up. Days like today make me unbelievably happy to be here.

5. Bedtime cuddles. The boys are always wanting me to lay down and cuddle with them at bedtime. I endulged the other night with Brayden, and was reminded of not only what a sweet boy he is, but what a short time I have until he thinks cuddling with mom sounds "like totally embarrassing."

4. FINALLY found a crock-pot. It only took me looking in about 20 stores over the last 2 months, but I found one. Those of you familiar with my cooking style know that in the winter months I almost always use my crock-pot. I love that I can throw a load of ingredients in the crock-pot in the morning and by dinnertime I have a well-cooked roast or simmering pot of soup, among other things.

3. Listened to Brayden speak his first French words. Brayden is very shy about telling me anything he knows in French. I heard the boys speaking a little french after school when they were playing (and by "little" I mean basically teaching each other little words they knew). Tonight when I told Brayden to get his pjs on he told me, "No anglais, je parle francais." In my best French accent I told him to go and we ended up having a very funny conversation in french about what languages Brayden speaks. He told me, "Je parle anglais au francais." When I asked Landon (in french) if he spoke English or French he said no, but said yes to Chinese.

2. Been completely missing Dancing With The Stars!

1. Planning for my trip to Paris this weekend. Ryan and I are going to Paris, WITHOUT the kids this weekend and I am just about dying with excitement. We are doing a babysitting trade with some good friends so that each couple can get away for a weekend. 2 days without the kids is one thing, but in Paris?! Ooh lala.

Brayden's first soccer game

As most of you know, I am a big sports fan. I grew up playing sports (I even remember playing "500" - you know, the football game - when I was 7 and 8 with the neighborhood boys) and still love playing sports when the opportunity presents itself. When I was dating, my dad used to joke that I needed to marry someone with athletic genes so we could "breed" athletes. Seconds after finding out that I was pregnant with Brayden it wasn't "Oh my gosh I'm pregnant!" It was, "T-minus 6 years until little league baby." Well, 6 years has passed and I officially have a child in organized sports. It's basically my dream come true. I set goals for both Brayden and I before the game. My goal for Brayden: no crying. My goal for me: Remember these kids are 4-6 years old and no demonstrative sideline over-praising or coaching. Brayden is extremely competitive and has a very hard time losing, and so we talked a lot about being a good sport and just having fun. When game time came, I have to say he did AWESOME. Seriously, I was so proud. No crying, no whining, just hustle, hustle, good attitude, and more hustle. He even scored 2 goals and helped his team to victory. At the end of the game, I was the one who wanted to break down and cry - cry tears of happiness and joy for my little budding athlete. I would like to think that I met my goal as well in maintaining a low profile, despite some excitement over Brayden scoring. I can't wait to do this again next week, and every week for the next 9 weeks. Ryan caught some of the magic with his camera, and the action shots really tell it all:

 

 

 

Summer wrap-up

Wednesday nights are basketball for Ryan, so I have the house and a box of chocolates all nice and quiet to myself. I thought this would be the perfect time to catch-up on my obvious lack of blogging. The days are passing by in the form of weeks around here and I can't believe we have already been here 2 months! We only have 22 months left and it just doesn't seem like enough time to do everything I want to do while we are here... I am feeling compelled to dedicate this post to any stay-at-home mom with kids in school who I may have previously judged as having "an easy life." Since my kids started school, I think my days have only gotten busier. I still haven't figured out how to get up early enough to get ready for the day, make breakfast, make beds, dress children, throw a load of laundry in, and do breakfast dishes before we head out the door in the morning. If I don't do the morning chores before school, I find myself wasting my morning after dropping them at school getting the house in order, which just doesn't sit very well with me. Who wants to be cleaning up when there is so much fun to be had?! So, if any of you wise and experienced moms have any advice for me, please share!! We are settling in more and more everyday and we have finally set up our home computer which is soooo great. Not only do I have my nice, big screen back, but I can finally import all of my pictures from the summer (316 on my camera, 765 on Ryans). When I imported the pictures from my camera I realized that I never posted about our trip to Ghent a couple of weeks ago. We went with our friends The Millers and had a fabulous time as always. Ghent was another really cute, Belgian town with tons of charm. When you (meaning you and you and you...) come visit me, I will make sure to include it on our Belgian tour. Most of the best pictures from Ghent are on Ryan's camera (which I have yet to import and sort through) but here are a couple from my camera and also some other pictures from the summer that I discovered on my camera. Consider this my (sniff, sniff) summer wrap-up.......HELLO FALL!

 

Decoratrice d'interieur

There are 2 things about me that usually get big gasps out of people around here:

1. I only speak English
2. I am a stay-at-home mom

For whatever reason, the second one brings more than it's fair share of shock and awe as far as I'm concerned. It seems as though every Belgian woman has a profession, and my seeming lack of profession feels like I am confessing that I had a lobotomy and only have 5% of my brain left. It seems to me that having a profession here is just as important as having a name, or 10 fingers, or 2 legs. Every time I am asked to fill out a form (for commune registration, class registration, etc.) under the spot where it has my name is the line reading Profession. When I registered for my French class, I put "homemaker" for my profession and I guess I flunked the profession portion of the form because I proceeded to have a conversation like this:

Them: "What does "homemaker" mean?

Me: "Well, I stay home and take care of my children."

Them: "Oh, oh, ok....but what is your profession?"

Me: "I am a homemaker....I take care of children, cook meals, clean house..." at this point I was feeling extremely lame..

Them: "Ah yes, you cannot work here in Belgium. Ok, what did you do in the United States?"

Me: "Same thing."

Them: "You take care of children there too? incredulous look.

Me: "Yes, that's what I do."

Them: "Ok, what did you do BEFORE you had children?"

And on and on went the conversation until I finally labeled an acceptable profession. It was serious insanity all for the sake of a professional label. So tonight at my french class when we started talking about professions and labeling people with their professions, I knew what I WAS NOT. Before the teacher got to me I sat there and thought, "What is my profession today?" "Doctor? No, I didn't deal with blood today..." "Lawyer? No, I didn't really mediate much with the boys at school..." And then it came to me: Interior decorator! I have been spending most of my free time in search of fine secondhand furniture for our house and dreaming of it at night... I think that's qualification enough. So, when the teacher got to me, I said loud and proud: Interior Decorator! I think I chose well as the teacher seemed impressed enough with my (in her words) "ability to make all interiors beautiful." I played the part all night as we practiced in class..."Quelle est ta profession?" "Je suis decoratrice d-interieurs!" Now, as long as no one from my class starts asking for decorating tips, my professional secret will stay safe and sound.

Linguistics

One thing that I am constantly fascinated by here is how many languages people speak. In Belgium, there are 2 official languages: French and Dutch. The country is pretty equally divided, with northern Belgium (call the Flanders region) speaking Dutch, and the southern areas (Wallonia region) speaking French. There is also a small German speaking community in eastern Wallonia that adds to the linguistic diversity of Belgium. The Brussels-Capitol region is within Flanders (Dutch area), and is offically bilingual, but is predominantly French speaking. The European Union and NATO are also headquartered in Brussels so that also brings many other foreigners (and languages) into the city.

The first 2 people I met here were colleagues of Ryans, both of whom speak 5 languages fluently. Initially, I thought they were such an anomalie, but as I have met many more people, I am finding that I am the anomalie -the one who only speaks one language. At 10 years old, Belgian children begin learning their non-mother tongue national language (so French kids learn Dutch, and visa versa). As children hit high school many learn German (and they actually LEARN it, not like high school languages in the States - or I am the only one who didn't get anything out of my required 2 years of language in high school?) Native Belgians aren't the only people speaking many different languages either. I have met quite a few international families who speak 2, 3, and 4 languages in their homes. I am most fascinated by these families and their small children who speak all of the languages fluently as well. I am not only fascinated, but wildly envious.

When I first found out that we were coming here, I decided immediately that I wanted our whole family to learn French. I thought of it as the perfect opportunity to become fluent in another language, which is something I have always wanted to do. I knew it would come easy for the kids with them being immersed in school, and with Ryan's portugese base to work from, he's already light-years ahead of me. But me? Well, you've already heard some of my adventures in french (or rather spanish) and time is flying by here so quickly. Although I have picked up a couple of key phrases, I am not even close to functional, much less fluent, so I decided it was time to take some action. With Ryan's help I found some classes at the local community college and registered last week for the semester. It's 6 credits of french classes and I figure if I do 4 semesters of french (2 years worth) I will be in the super-advanced french class by the time I am done and fluency will be mine! Or that is the hope.

Classes start tomorrow night and I am really excited, not only to go to school, but to actually use my brain for an intellectual pursuit, assuming it still functions in that capacity....

Sending my boys into the great unknown

Today was Brayden and Landon's first day of school here in Belgium. I can't believe we have entered the school years at my house. Really, it's unbelievable to me, and almost seems like it was a one time thing and tomorrow I'll have my little boys with me all day again. After all, I need something to complain about...Charlotte is just too easy. School here in Belgium starts at 2 1/2 years old and kids go from 8:30a - 3:30p. For Brayden, it was a no brainer as he would be in kindergarten in the States, but I have struggled a bit with Landon going to school ALL DAY. The school is very structured and they even have naptime or "sieste" for Landon's grade every afternoon. It kind of makes me think of Kindergarten Cop where everyone (including The Governator) drinks their milk and takes a nap. I've thought that the structure would be great for Landon, but I just still have had a hard time thinking that he is going to be gone all day. I have the option of picking him up at noon if I so desire, but Landon wants to go to school all day so for now we are playing it by ear. Despite all of my anxieties (including new school, no friends, lack of communication ability, etc.), the boys did great today. They seemed to be fearless and embraced school. Brayden told me that his teacher even spoke a little English to him and that seemed very cool. When I dropped Landon off in his classroom, he was the most calm I have ever seen him in my life. It was probably due in part to the fact that some other kid in his class was bawling his eyes out and screaming at the top of his lungs. Landon looked at me and said, "Is that kid crying because he doesn't want to go to school?" Not wanting him to think anyone wouldn't want to be at school I said, "No, I think he bonked his head." They both made it to the bathroom today, ate their lunch, Landon napped, Brayden made friends, they are excited to go again tomorrow - overall I would call it a success. So for now I am going to make the most of my time with Charlotte and see this school-years thing as a little gift. Charlotte obviously views it as such as she played with every single one of the boys' toys today while they were gone. I was a little worried that she wouldn't put Brayden's transformers (one of her very favorite toys) away before we went to get the boys from school, but she seemed to understand the rules - play while you can, when you can - and didn't touch them again the rest of the day. When Brayden rushed home and picked up his transformers, I think I even caught a little wink from Charlotte as to say, "It's our little secret mom" and as far as I'm concerned there are many more of those to come. Now for the goods...the quintessential "first day of school" picture that will follow them the rest of their lives:

Buying Local

Despite the fact that my house feels like more of a "fixer upper" the longer we live here (it doesn't help that I am completely neurotic about house stuff...) I love our location and our neighborhood. I am super close to public transportation, the boys' school is a 5 minute stroll from my house and we have a wonderful "town square" as I call it, a similar 5 minute stroll away. I am totally charmed by our little neighborhood square. It reminds of me of a little town out of a Gilmore Girls episode. There is a butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker (ok, so not really, but there is a locksmith...) a hair salon, a barber, a couple of clothing stores, a laundromat, a florist, a Chinese resturant (?!), a pharmacie/apotheek (think store-sized Clarins counter), and a small little neighborhood market. All of these stores form a circle around a beautiful Catholic church, whose bells gong regularly. On Wednesday mornings there is a local market, with other vendors that come to the town square. In Brussels, my neighborhood is not unique, as is it my understanding that most neighborhoods have their own little markets and shops as well.

This afternoon we took a stroll to the town square. We waved to the florist, talked briefly with the barber (who has cut both of the boys hair and loves my dimples), made an appointment to have my hair cut next week at the salon, bought some fruits and veggies and some local candy from the market, picked up a fresh baguette and apple tart from the bakery, and purchased some chicken from the butcher for dinner. Although in some cases the prices are a little higher, and to feed my family completely I need to supplement my trips to the town market and butcher, I find a great sense of satisfaction shopping in these stores. I love that everything is so fresh and I am supporting my local neighborhood. I love that everytime I go into the store there is the shop keeper himself. The baker that made the goods I am buying, the butcher that cut the meat, the family that is trying to survive by running the town market. And even though I can hardly communicate with them verbally, I can feel their appreciation for stopping in and purchasing their goods. There are many things that Belgium does wrong (like the fact that it takes 6 weeks to get a phone and internet connection) but easy access to fresh, local food in small shops is something they definitely have right.

Road Trippin' Catch-up

Before I start this post, I must update you on our curtain situation here (having been in such dire circumstances last post). I have found curtains! Best part? We can still afford to feed the hungry little monkeys I've got running around my house. So, it's a win-win for us all here in the White home.

The past 2 weekends we have done some really fun day-trips that I have failed to blog about. I have to admit that some things are hard here, and some things are great here, but the BEST thing for me so far has been the traveling. I love that we are so close to so many amazing destinations. I love that we can wake up Saturday morning, get dressed, eat breakfast, hop in the car, and spend the day doing something I've only ever seen in a book or a movie, and - depending on the destination - be back in time to lay down to bed at night in my own bed. All of our day-tripping has also made me think about how much there is to do most anywhere, it's just a matter of getting out and doing it. So, go explore! In the meantime, here's my road trippin' catch-up:

Last weekend we took a day trip up to Kinderdijk, Holland. It was the cutest little town (a theme I am finding here in Europe) and the itinerary for the day included windmills and wooden shoes. In Kinderdijk there are a number of working windmills, all dating back to the 1700s. On Saturday afternoons in July and August, all of the windmill's flags are put down and the windmills are turned on. It was very cool to see. I'm not sure who was more excited...me or the kids. We were able to go inside one of the windmills and climb flights of extremely steep and narrow stairs to see how families used to live in the windmills. Then we took a boat ride in a canal that connectes all of the windmills.

 

When we finished up with the windmills we headed out to a wooden shoe factory we had read about in a book. Our day trip was a little last minute, and our internet only works very sporadically, so we hadn't double checked the factory's existence, but we thought we'd be fine. Turns out we thought wrong. The factory was actually closed. We were all a little disappointed and decided to grab dinner while we decided what else we wanted to do. McDonalds was the closest resturant that popped up on our GPS and although I'm not a huge McDonald's fan generally, Ryan and I thought it would be a great place for the kids to run around while we figured out our game plan. Well, not only did we find McDonalds, we found this in the parking lot:

I thought it was hilarious, and so oddly placed as we were in the middle of nowhere! So as any good tourist, I got my camera out and starting taking pictures. It sounds lame, but for some reason seeing that statue totally made up for missing the wooden shoes. I mean, there are plenty of wooden shoe factories in Holland, but how often do you just happen upon an enormous cement Michael Jackson statue. Hardly, if ever!

Yesterday we set out to go to the coast on the North Sea. We have been missing the Oregon Coast this summer and wanted to try and get one more beach day in before fall hits. The sun was shining when we woke up, but by the time we hit the car a light sprinkle had started. An hour later as we pulled into Knokke, it was full-on torrential downpour. It was the hardest rain I have ever seen in my life, and coming from Portland I thought I knew rain. We tried to go to the beach, but it was so cold and windy (and rainy!) so we walked into town. The whole outing was actually quite funny, and basically consisted of Ryan and I carrying Charlotte and Landon, dragging Brayden along, running from awning to awning exploring the city. We tried to wait-out the rain by eating large ice cream cones and window shopping, but in the end we determined that the rain would probably last, so we headed for home. All 3 kids fell asleep in the car pretty quickly so Ryan and I made a small detour through the city of Brugge (our other potential destination for the day) and drove around while the kids slept. Brugge was beautiful and was filled with gothic architecture and trendy shops. I can guarantee that you will see a post sometime soon about our adventures there.

Sticker Shock

Sticker shock is one thing that you have to get over almost immediately here. The first couple of days we were here I kept converting everything into US dollars and the results were not pretty. If it weren't for the weak dollar, things like food might be pretty close to the same price (although the quality here is sooo much better...more on that in another post!) Outside of food though, most everything else is much more expensive than in the US. On top of that, there is a 21% VAT tax (value added tax) on all non-essential goods. Think of it as a sales tax on everything except food. Furniture and household goods especially seem to be expensive and we have been trying to buy as much secondhand as possible (except beds...gross!) to not only save upfront, but also save the 21% VAT tax.

One thing that we need desperately that we cannot buy secondhand is window coverings. When we moved in the curtains in the house were so disgusting. I swear they had been with the house it's entire 60 year life and never been cleaned. I tore them down immediately, but have yet to find a cost-effective solution. Now you may be wondering what my idea of cost-effective is? I'll tell you what it is NOT.

I went into a store today that does custom-made window coverings. I had been in there once before and decided (after checking LOTS of other options) that it was my only real choice if I wanted blackout shades for the bedrooms, as we have nothing on the windows now. You pick out the particular fabric you want and it is priced per meter squared. Then you choose the style and lining, and they are custom made. I decided to just do simple curtains, and I knew they were going to be expensive (I was thinking about 90€ per set - or $135 - based on my calculations of the window dimensions and estimated price per meter of fabric) but was prepared to pay, knowing that we needed curtains and, like I said, this seemed to be my best option. I ended up picking cheaper fabric than I thought I would (only 9€ a meter) and when the sales person finished filling out my order form, my total was 450€ ($675)! 450€?!?!? For 2 windows?! I was sure there was some mistake - I had asked for the navy fabric, not the 18 karat gold fabric. But no mistake, that was the cost. And so, like any reasonable person, I left the store empty handed and incredulous that ANYONE would pay that much for 4 curtain panels. So, there you have it - if you ever come visit Europe, don't buy curtains. Next time you are in Linens N Things give it a big squeeze for me - I'm sure missing it right now.

Happy Birthday Brayden!!

My little man is growing up...Brayden celebrated his 5th birthday on Friday! It's hard for me to imagine that it was only 5 years ago that this thing called Motherhood began. Being the first child, Brayden holds a special place in my heart. I remember so many of our moments together when he was a baby, much more vividly than Landon or Charlotte (sad, but true). Although I am often hardest on Brayden (maybe this is an oldest child thing??), he takes it all in stride. He has handled our big move so well, and I am so proud of him for that. He is Ryan's little clone in so many eerie ways, not just physically, but even down to the way he likes his things organized and tidy. He has turned into a big kid lately, which is just so fun to see. Our conversations are so funny, as he is trying to figure out how everything works in life. He is so observant, and I have to laugh when he uses my punishments or rewards for him on Landon. The funniest was last week when Landon came down after getting his pajamas on and told me that he needed a sucker. When I told him "No" he said, "Brayden said if I got my pajamas on right away I could earn a sucker!" and then Brayden came down and said, "Yeah mom, he's telling the truth, I told him that, so he earned a sucker." Needless to say, Brayden and I had a little talk about who doles out the punishments and rewards at our house.

I had been feeling bad about Brayden's birthday because I wasn't able to deliver on a big "friends" party this year like I promised (before I knew we were going to be moving). He had been talking about his birthday for weeks, and so I knew he would appreciate something special. I made Brayden's favorite breakfast and then Ryan and Brayden went out for some father-son bonding time. When they got back we did cake and presents and headed out for the afternoon to see the Flower Carpet, a big event they do every 2 years in the Grand Place in downtown Brussels. We finished off the night at a local resturaunt with Brayden's favorite food, PIZZA, and hit a small street carnival in our neighborhood, ending it all with huge ice cream cones. It was great and grand and the perfect way to celebrate Brayden's entrance into big boy land! Thanks for being my good little-big man Brayden - I love you!

 

 

 

Normal Life

I am pleased to report that I am kind of online. I have a very skittish connection depending on what various unsecured networks I can connect to around me. Now normally I would not indulge in such illegalities, but August in Brussles is desperate times. If you ever want to move abroad, DO NOT do it in the summer months or you will spend countless hours of angst over the fact that everyone is on holiday. Cable guy? Holiday. Language teacher? Holiday. School personnel? Holiday. Not to mention the fact that everyone else who is in town seems to be taking a partial holiday and working even less hours than they already do.

I've been thinking these last couple of days that although I have been sharing many of our "highs" here in Belgium, I haven't been sharing any of the "lows." Now don't get me wrong, I'm loving it here, but I can't even begin to pretend that we are living some magical existence. Rather, my friend Normal Life has followed us here, and is enjoying quite a few laughs at my expense. I'll expound....

We got all moved in last Saturday, and it was 1am before Ryan and I got our bed put together. The sound of Landon throwing up was our lovely wake-up call Sunday morning. As we were getting in bed Sunday night, Brayden "tucked us in" with the sounds of him puking in the toilet. Best part of all followed Tuesday night when after 24 hours of no throwing up, Brayden threw up in his bed and all over himself. Have I mentioned that I don't have a washing machine yet?? Hellloooo Laundromat!

We have been having some electrical problems. The lights in our main bathroom haven't been functional for 4.5 of the 5 days we've been here and when Ryan tried to fix it last night, sparks flew...LITERALLY....and I think he blew a fuse. We played with the breakers, and got some of our power restored, but all of the outlets and light switches on the west side of the house are out. That includes the water heater in our main bathroom (it has it's own unit attached to the wall). Nothing like a cold shower to get you perkin' in the morning.

And if that wasn't enough....

Somewhere in our move - and I still don't know when this happened - I lost my stroller. My fabulous, wonderful, best-friend-in-the-whole-wide-world Maclaren Quest. Considering my stroller is the only "wheels" I have, it is quite dear to me. Or rather, was dear to me. I have combed my tracks and found it nowhere. Now I need to try and replace it (at 3 times it's original cost I'm sure). Taking my double on the metro is just not the same.

So, if you ever have one of those days when you are combing others' blogs, coveting particular aspects of their desirable lives (as I often do...) look elsewhere. Here in Belgium it's just Normal Life.

NORMANDY

I think I have been mentally postponing this post because I knew it was going to be massive. So, before my brain forgets all of those wonderful little memories, here we go.... Like I mentioned in my last post, our trip was awesome. The White family campaign "Aim to not be Lame" was inspired by the fact that for the last 5 years we have been totally lame. We've had really good excuses, mainly revolving around our kids and Ryan's busy career, but now we're just ready to live life to it's fullest, children in tow. You ready? You're a trooper if you make it through this....

Thursday we drove to Normandy and spent the day learning more about World War II. We started off at a couple of the D-Day beaches, followed by the Normandy American Cemetary and Memorial and my kid's favorite place, Pointe Du Hoc. The area at Pointe Du Hoc has been left in it's original condition and the ground is just rittled with large crater after large crater from bombs dropping. The kids loved running in and out of the craters and playing in the cement "forts" where the German soldiers sought protection. We ended our day in a wonderful little town, Bayeux, and had dinner at a local pizzaria. The husband/father of the other family we went with served his mission in France and so not only did he speak fleunt French (which was EXTREMELY helpful) he knew all of the best places to eat. We were well fed.

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Friday morning we went to the Bayeux Cathedral and the Bayeux Tapestry, both of which were amazing and beautiful. We had pastries from bakeries every morning for breakfast, and, in my opinion, Bayeux was home to the best ones. The Bayeux Tapestry was one of my favorite places overall, partially because the tapestry is so old, and the story is so cool. The boys also really liked the tapestry and both of them seemed to soak in the story. We were driving to our next destination and Brayden said to Landon, "Let's play. You be England, and I'll be Normandy, which means I always win." True Brayden style right there. The gift shop had a number of really beautiful tapestries that Ryan and I were ogling, starting at 600€ ($900). I wish! It also had a really great children's book that re-told the story that has been really fun to read with the boys. From the Bayeux Tapestry we went into another great little city, Granville. The kids played on the beach and I did a little shopping along a small street filled with shops. We were talking with some locals (one of whom knew English) and it came up that before we moved to Brussels I had never been out of the US (true story). Anyway, this guy was shocked, and said, "Really?? Not even on holiday?!" The culture here is just so different. Everyone goes everywhere and sees everything (broad generalization I'm sure, but you get the point) and now I'm excited to be a part of that.

Saturday morning we woke up bright and early and headed to Mont-Saint-Michel. I don't know how many times I said, "Amazing!" that day, but it was a lot. Mont-Saint-Michel has to be one of the most amazingly constructed buildings I have ever seen. It's an abbey on an island and it's 1300 years old. Along with the abbey there were also quite a few little museums within the village, that we didn't see due to cranky kids and hunger. From Mont-Saint-Michel we headed to another crowd favorite, the city of Saint Malo. I think I could buy a little place on the beach and retire there. The ocean view was incredible, and the city itself was so cute. Saint Malo is a walled in city full of shops and eateries and hotels. It's small, and all the buildings look the same. I believe at the time of construction it was a military base of some kind. The kids played on the beach until after 9pm that night, and even at that they were disappointed that it was time to go. It was a nice relaxing way to spend our last night in Northern France. By the time we got to our hotel it was midnight and Charlotte was trashed. She was so tired she could hardly walk (poor girl). Ryan had picked up some food for a late-late dinner and I set her in the pack n play to eat. When I turned around, she was zonked. Totally snoring, in the middle of the room. She's still recovering from her lack of sleep.

   

 

Sunday was our most low-key day with a morning at church and our drive home. Belgium and France both have lots of really great rest stops with play stuff for the kids, so we took advantage of those and had a leisurely drive home (or something like that) all the while planning our next trip.

We got the keys to our new house yesterday and will be moving in this weekend. I am so excited! The house ended up needing more work (as in cleaning, painting) than we originally realized, and here in Belgium those kinds of things can fall on the tenants often times, and does in our case. So, we have a bit of work ahead of us, but I don't mind doing it...at least for now. Stay tuned....