tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87973267152779836702024-02-08T18:59:51.663+01:00Past LivesWhat makes us US.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-53770287929265828622012-04-17T21:09:00.000+02:002012-04-17T21:09:00.514+02:00Op 14 april 2012 had ik een reunie van mijn basisschool. Het was gezellig en ik heb lekker gekletst met iedereen. Alle leraren behalve juf els waren er en ze konden zich allemaal mij herinneren. Ze waren enthousiast over me. Ik was altijd zo enthousiast en had altijd nieuwe verhalen. Bianca heeft haar excuses aangeboden voor het feit dat zij mij heeft gepest, o.a. Exceempje heeft genoemd. Ik was er niet naar op zoek, maar het was toch fijn om te horen. Het gaf me toch erkenning, alvast het nu zeker is dat het echt is gebeurd.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-41089334939086312832012-03-27T21:54:00.000+02:002012-03-27T21:54:46.297+02:00Ik herinner me dat wij naar Amsterdam gingen om op bezoek te gaan bij je oma, omdat ze jarig was. Toen we uit de bus stapten, verstapte het oude vrouwtje voor mij zich toen zij van de laatste trede wilde stappen. In een reflex stak ik mijn handen uit en kon haar nog net opvangen.<br />
Op het verjaardagfeest was er een Indonesisch buffet, maar voor mij was er boerenkool.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-10457027764581937412012-03-27T21:51:00.000+02:002012-03-27T21:51:19.076+02:00Opa had een mechanische kalkoen gewonnen bij een bingo ofzo. Het ding 'zingt' jinglebells en danst als je hem in zijn hand knijpt. Opa had hem speciaal voor Galen in de kamer gezet. In eerste instantie vond Galen hem een beetje eng, maar later vond hij hem geweldig en ging hij dansen met de kalkoen.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-74157828054904784402012-03-27T15:21:00.000+02:002012-03-27T15:21:02.574+02:00Toen Galen bijna negentien maanden oud was, liep hij op het plein. Hij speelt erg graag buiten. 's Ochtends vraagt hij bijna als eerste of hij naar buiten (uiten?) mag. Maar hij wil soms ook even naar binnen en dus liep hij naar huis toe. Hij liep tussen de schuren en ik vroeg aan hem wat hij ging doen. Terwijl hij doorloopt, brabbelt hij wat en gooit zijn rechterhand omhoog in een soort zwaai/groet. Zo grappig, en zo herkenbaar.<br />
Hij is ook opeens geinteresseerd in het gooien met ballen. Dat vindt hij prachtig. En met papa op de skelter makt dat hij hardop lacht.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-61942696086614279162012-03-10T12:47:00.000+01:002012-03-10T12:47:08.983+01:00Sinds Galen krap een maand of 18 is, vindt hij het leuk om te zwaaien. Hij gaat op het stoeltje staan en gaat naar de langskomende auto's zwaaien. Hij staat op alles wat hem enigszins groter maakt; ook op een zak met wc-rollen. Alleen zijn die niet zo stabiel. Dus heeft hij een chocoladeletter uit de kast gepakt en die op de rollen gelegd, zodat hij wel stevig staat.<br />
Hij heeft ook opeens wel meer duidelijke woordjes, beesje, deze, die, paggen (pakken), drinken, banaan, bal, zon en hij zegt Mama!Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-76177540283226541922012-01-22T23:33:00.000+01:002012-01-22T23:33:15.493+01:00I remember....that Galen was 16,5 months old when he answered yes to questions whether he wanted to go to bed. After he said yes, he walked to the door to go upstairs. And he started to walk on his toes.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-759869603534625632011-07-18T21:31:00.000+02:002011-07-18T21:31:35.378+02:00I remember.......how we celebrated Christmas at Gavins home. We ate 'boerenkool', watched some tv and read our new books.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-52144392492284586442011-07-18T21:30:00.000+02:002011-07-18T21:30:09.842+02:00I remember....... and he drank from a straw and he knew how to suck food from a bag at mcDonalds. And just after he turned ten months olde, he learned how to blow a whistle. <br />
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... Gavin told me how he was awake one night, at around one in the morning. He suddenly heard from Galen room 'pffrt'. Galen had stuck out his tongue and blew.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-75598973171305722722011-06-30T22:14:00.000+02:002011-06-30T22:14:53.345+02:00I remember....... how Galen grew and developed in slightly over a week, just before he turned ten months old. He learned to move his head towards us when we say 'Galen kusje', how he rests his heads on you when you say 'Galen slapen', how he learned how to stand up, how to sit and how to crawl using also his legs and not only his arms. He also says 'mmm' when he eats and he got two teeth.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-12399322244447459492011-06-21T11:40:00.000+02:002011-06-21T11:40:23.463+02:00I remember.......how I got home on a sunny monday after work. Galen was nine months and three quarters old. He was playing on the floor. But when he saw me, he started to crawl towards me, as fast as he could.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-2843734712595240612011-06-21T11:38:00.000+02:002011-06-21T11:38:16.881+02:00I remember........ how my brother was ill on a day that it had snowed in a long time. I could play outside, but Floris couldn't. So my parents filled the bath with snow, so we could play inside with snow.<br />
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.... how my brother came home after falling down the stairs, well from the third step from below. He broke his collarbone and came home with his arm in a 'mitella'. <br />
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.... how I played with my brother in the windowsil with playmobil. And how we had a large wooden box for lego, divided in different spaces, so we could sort the lego. And we had plates with pieces of road on it, so we could make a long road and build stuff around it.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-84455535958607987782011-05-31T23:05:00.000+02:002011-05-31T23:05:15.268+02:00I remember....... how Galen was eight months old when he suddenly started to imitate us. So funny. And sometimes painful. Galen really likes to discover things and like to find out how things work in detail. So he very carefully picks up or grips what he wants to research. With his small but quite strong fingers with sharp nails, it is not nice if he wants to find out how my lips work.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-87668916299170536522011-05-31T22:59:00.000+02:002011-05-31T22:59:59.564+02:00I remember....... my father telling me how he came up with the idea of having a photograph taking with me every birthday. He told me that my mother was wheeled away around nine to have a ceasarion. He was left alone in the hospitalroom to wait. A nurse came to ask him whether he wanted to have something to eat, which he thought was a good idea. And then he heard a noise in the hallway. It was me being wheeled to him in a glass basket on wheels. He was told that I was his daughter. He held me for the first time, with only a nurse there. She asked him if he wanted her to take a picture. He did and she toke a picture around ten past half past nine. It was the first picture taking of me. I always thought that that was my time of birth, but it isn't. I must have been born around twentyfive past nine or maybe even twenty.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-11531879951505571812011-05-19T23:01:00.000+02:002011-05-19T23:01:38.983+02:00I remember....... the first night with Galen. We were in the hospital. I could not stop looking at him. I knew that it was good for him to let him sleep in his own bed. But I was so happy everytime he woke up. So I could pick him up and cuddle him.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-84887995849615180132011-05-19T13:27:00.000+02:002011-05-19T13:27:22.347+02:00I remember....... how every night, when I put Galen in his sleeping bag (trappelzak) I kiss his feet. First the left, then the right, then I clap his feet a few times together and then I kiss both feet. With every act I say something like goodnight, till tomorrow, sleep tigt etc. It must mean I love him deeply, because I hate feet.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-16013561981213956762011-05-17T23:13:00.000+02:002011-05-17T23:13:54.192+02:00I remember....... how my eyes swell up when an animalhair or skinbit gets into my eye. They swell up so that I barely can open my eyes. First time happened after I rode the pony Pepe. I must have been 6 or something. Way later, I think when I was already thirty, sometimes it was not the outside of the eye that was swelling (together with the inside? I do not know) but the inside, the white part.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-14755369215269846882011-05-17T23:08:00.000+02:002011-05-17T23:08:40.443+02:00I remember....... my first lesson to learn how to ride a horse. Or the first times... I went into the stables to look at the horses, but it slowly made me loose my breath. I rode a small horse, named Pepe. It was rainy and the paddock I was riding in was muddy. Apparently Pepe had put out his chest when the teacher fastened the 'singel', because suddenly I started to slide to the side of the pony until I was hanging under a walking pony. I remember that i was looking at the ground and waited for a dry spot to let go of the pony.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-18830950945278493242011-05-17T23:01:00.000+02:002011-05-17T23:01:03.344+02:00I remember....... one time when I was working in the supermarket that someone did not wanted to be helped by me, because of my skin. She asked for the boss, so I called mister Masereeuw. He was angry but he stayed rather civil. He simply told the person that she could be helped by me or leave. And that she should stop insulting me, because I was not dirty and good in my work.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-27118041095254874092011-05-17T22:49:00.000+02:002011-05-17T22:49:48.954+02:00I remember....... how I have to really stop myself from picking Galen up everytime I go to check on him at night. I really want to hug him and kiss him.<br />
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.... how a couple of days ago Galen noticed how fun it is to put his mouth on my leg and blow hard. He laughed really hard at the sound. So you started to do the same. It was so funny.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-35203842507021609582011-05-15T13:09:00.000+02:002011-05-15T13:09:57.090+02:00I remember....... a celebration of Sinterklaas with my grandmother and granddad. In the corner of the living room a large chair was placed. And through a screw were ropes guided, obviously attached to things. So we could 'touwtje trekken' to get our gifts.<br />
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... another celebration was with my grandma. Sinterklaas had delivered a huge boat, made out of paper, with a lot of presents in it. The boat was at least two meters long and the highest point was at least a meter.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-88198364517121596262011-05-10T21:28:00.002+02:002011-05-10T21:28:33.100+02:00I remember....... how we went to De Mare one day. It had snowed. So when we passed a white patch of grass, I made a snowangel.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-49939326178076377692011-05-10T21:17:00.000+02:002011-05-10T21:17:29.237+02:00I remember........ how I had a lot of copypaper that I had used. We made 'proppen' from that paper and you made 'egelheim' with them.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-79036356637603515682011-05-10T21:16:00.000+02:002011-05-10T21:16:03.242+02:00I remember........ how, when I was little, I used to stretched out on the bottom on my bed, with my head near the wall, so I could roll myself up in my blanky, like a pancake.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-61349073054784569442011-05-09T21:31:00.000+02:002011-05-09T21:31:49.739+02:00I remember....... when I was little, I went with my parents to visit family or friends. Because we stayed past my bedtime, I went to bed there. And when we went home, we were happy, because we were allowed to 'lichtjes kijken'.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797326715277983670.post-51619697717890259582011-05-09T21:29:00.000+02:002011-05-09T21:29:28.701+02:00I remember........ that I was really upset about the 'hielprik'. The thought that Galen would be pricked.... horrible. But Galen was asleep in my arms and he did not even woke up when he was pricked. <br />
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.... that you were late for work in Galens first month, because we did not set an alarm, because Galen used to wake us up. But this time he didn't, he slept really long and we didn't wake on time.Gavin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261549255389939603noreply@blogger.com0