I 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.

I 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.

I 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.

.... 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'.

.... 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.

I 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.

I 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.

I 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.

I 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.