Showing posts with label "beauty and my children". Show all posts
Showing posts with label "beauty and my children". Show all posts

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

happy sinterklaas day!


I spent four years in Holland as a child.  And we always set out our shoe for Sinterklaas on the eve of Sinterklaas Day. The next morning the shoe would hold a chocolate letter or coin, a mandarin orange, hot chocolate, or ginger-like cookies called pepernoten.

This Dutch version of Santa Claus arrives in the Netherlands on a steamship from Spain accompanied by his helpers Zwarte Pieten (meaning Black Petes).  Sinterklaas parades through the towns on his big white horse and the Zwarte Pieten throw pepernoten and candies to the children.

I love that my children want to celebrate this day, too.  And as they were falling asleep with their wooden shoes by the door, I could hear them singing,


Sinterklaas, kapoentje
Gooi wat in mijn schoentje,
Breng wat in mijn laarsje,
Dank je Sinterklaasje.

Translation:
Saint Nic'las, my dear one,
Something in my shoe put,
Something in my stocking,
Thank you, Saint Nich-o-las!

You've heard the song before... remember the little Dutch girl in Miracle on 34th Street?  

Yeah, it's pretty sweet to hear lilting from the girls' bedroom on the eve of Sinterklaas Day.  

Gotta love this tradition,
lib

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving!


So, I asked my family this morning what they are thankful for.  Here is their list.  Yes, in this order.

Family
Salami
Brie
Burnt orange Dodge Chargers
Cranberries
Raspberries
Pumpkin pie
Cranberry apples (What's a cranberry apple, Mi?  A shrug and a sweet grin from my 3-year-old.)
Music
Running Water
Oma & Opa
Grandma & Grandpa
Aunts & uncles
Relatives
Mashed potatoes
Then Evi decided it was time to transition.  She urged us:  Let's get on to toys now...






I am thankful for life.  Love.  God's grace.  And all of the above.


From our home to yours...
Happy Thanksgiving!
lib

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

a workin' man's reward

My girls and I peeled twenty pounds of potatoes today in preparation for Thanksgiving.  Crisp outside and cozy within, with peelers in hand, they had this conversation....


My 6-year-old:  Can you imagine if you come in from a hard working day and your wife has made a hot, yummy dinner.
My 10-year-old: Well,  I'm going to be a housewife.
My 8-year-old:  Hhhmmm... Then you're never going to know.