This week sure got chilly here in good old Oisterwijk (which is pronounced Oh-stir-vike).
First, it got really cold. Like put on your hats and gloves cold. But at least the sun was out.
Saturday on a stoop…
Then we had to get a new fish. He couldn’t take the cold. RIP Bash (of Bash, Dash & Ferdinand fame).
The end is nigh….
It was a tough week. Mom & Dad needed a date night so went out to a fancy French restaurant (SEC in the city center). I had the surf and turf (kreeft, tournedos, pommes dauphine, haricots verts, kreeftenjus, bearnaisesaus). Really fancy way of saying not enough lobster, but really good regardless.
Came home to find a gift left in my boot.
I spy with my little eye…
And then it started to fall. The boys were in love. This is only the second time they’ve really seen snow.
Superheros unite and wish for MORE SNOW!
I, on the other hand, knew what we were in for. And yesterday’s epic struggle to get to school was NOT my idea of a good time.
Sure. They’re smiling, I’m the one pushing!
And today we all sit back and enjoy the sickness. B brought another cold into the house and actually threw up this morning from congestion. I’m keeping them home for the rest of the week because I will NOT allow sickness to derail our trip in two weeks to Strasbourg, France and then Switzerland. I will not. I WILL NOT.
Chase is the wild hair in the corner (between my nose and L’s ear). He has it bad again too. Poor baby. He had a rough week after hitting his head on the floor, throwing up, feared concussion= another trip to the late night doc. Good news though he was ok. Gah!