For as long as I can remember, I have been fascinated by things that can’t be explained. As a child I wondered about the origins of the universe, why we’re here, history, and random things like Stonehenge. Growing up in small-town Michigan I dreamed that someday I would be able to physically visit the mysteries that exist on our planet, and maybe a part of me knew that I would. My trip to England allowed me to do just that with one of my burning questions: What’s Stonehenge really like in person?
I made it home, but barely. London was incredible- but today I wanted to tell you about yesterday. It was one of my worst travel nightmares come true- and yet somehow, the stars aligned and I made it home. Disclaimer: Even with 3 kids, I am never, ever late to anything. It’s an obsession.
Well, not nothing. Exactly. But I love this song and can’t wait. I just dropped off the boys and now I need to pack and quadruple check my paperwork and documents (because of an immigration snafu I have to take residency stuff) and what the heck, shower since I really should.
So with that, I leave you with a favorite band of mine from yesteryear covering Going Down To Liverpool. I hope you have a great week and if you’re up for it follow along on Instagram at @Momofthreeunder. Ann and I hope to have ourselves a bloody good time.
Yeah, I think the lip synching is off, but hey! It’s Spock!
Ps- I might be a blogger, and ‘American’ but I ain’t no #Americanblogger. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, that’s probably good. Bloggers come in all shapes, sizes, genders and races. I’m pretty mortified at the whole thing.
Last week there was a day when things were so ridiculous I told my mom’s group ‘My Day in Numbers‘. These are the kinds of things that people don’t tell you to expect when you are a parent. You don’t expect to treat 6 eyes for pink eye at the same time, have 2 kids with explosive pull-ups in the same day, nor 1 bloody nose the night before. You just have to live it. And roll with it. But as Farrah’s Law proves true when I’m about to go out of town, so it is again. Sigh. London: T-minus TOMORROW.
Yesterday I was up in the attic looking for a misplaced scarf. I always seem to stumble across things that distract me from the task at hand, and yesterday was no different. On a bookshelf I noticed my old and hardly used Dutch language book that I was given around two years ago when I was taking lessons. I picked it up and took it back downstairs with me (amongst the other treasures I found- but still no scarf) to peruse its pages.
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A week from today my friend Ann and I leave for London. For her it’s a belated birthday celebration- and for me, well, it’s another mom-needs-her-sanity trip. We booked our flights a while ago and Ann has done an incredible job planning out our adventures and pre booking the tours. This will be my first time there, and I have to say I’m beyond excited.
Seventeen months ago when we arrived in the Netherlands, it clicked that we had indeed gone down to a single car and I was going to use my Madsen cargo bike as my main method of transportation. I don’t think at the time I really let that sink in, but throwing in the reality that today I still don’t have a driver’s license, I can’t drive- even if I wanted to. It wasn’t until yesterday though- when my 5-year-old rode his bicycle to school for the first time that I was like- yes. We’re really doing this. All of us.
Our car-free Sunday.
Last Friday night I took my friend Ace to the grand opening party in Rotterdam for the King Kong Hostel. I received an email to attend a sleepover celebration- and couldn’t refuse. A night out without the kids? Sign me up.What I didn’t expect was to experience a place so unlike anything I have seen before.
The very happening street outside King Kong Hostel.
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I’ve been in lower-back-pain-hell all week. I don’t know what is going on or what I did- but man, getting old is for the birds. I’ve basically been hobbling around and sleeping with a pillow under my back all week to try and improve this situation. I can’t sit at the computer for long periods and I have to plead with the boys to understand why I can’t carry them (hmmmm. you think that might have something to do with it?) . The WORST part though is that I do not have any American grade pain killers to help. Thus, today I have a mish- mash of random updates on life over here in ye olde Netherlands.
Nope. Nothing to do with this.
Back in November I wrote a post about our neighbors on both sides of our home and their renovations. I think at the time I suspected the construction would be done fairly soon afterwards, at least for our neighbors on the right- but you already know that I was wrong or I wouldn’t be writing this post.
Back in November this is what it looked like from my bedroom.