I Want to Be Famous!

Apparently Liliana wants to be famous. So mush so that she is singing it in the bath.

Liliana was in the bath playing last evening. While she was in there I heard her singing, the same words over and over again. The song... "I Want to be Famous" from a cartoon called Total Drama Island. She had no clue that I was recording her. The first part of the video is me trying to sneak into the bathroom without her noticing. In the tub you can see her very creative drawings (scribbles) on the walls. So, she wants to be famous? Oh no! We have a little Drama Queen in the making. I can only imagine what we have in store in the future.

Enjoy!


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~~Bailey :o)

Belgium Journal, Day 12

18 July 2009, Saturday

Hi Little Girl,

We are now back in Wuustwezel, and with all of the recent travelling that we did, we decided to lay low today and stay close to Marcel and Melanie’s home. After breakfast we visited two different toy stores to look for a few gifts. The first store proved to be the better option for us because the second store was so packed with toys from floor to ceiling, that we could not even walk around. After our afternoon out, we stopped by a fritter stand, picked up some frits and sausage, and make our way back to Marcel and Melanie’s house to enjoy our snack.

We finished our day by enjoying a nice dinner and some wonderful ice cream. This was a nice relaxing day for us, something we really needed because we have been on the go so much recently. This is a really short post, and I didn’t even take any photos today. But, tomorrow we have some great things planned on our trip to Brussels.

Keep being your great little self. I love you!

~~Mommy

Belgium Journal, Day 11

17 July 2009, Friday

Hi Little Ladybug,

Today was our last day in the cottage, so we started our morning giving it a thorough cleaning. Melanie originally planned to have your daddy keep you busy in the morning so that the girls could get some real work done, but was pleasantly surprised to find you willing and able to help, and eventually put you to work cleaning couches and mopping the hardwood floors.

Once we were finished, we packed up the van and began our journey back north to the Flemish side of Belgium. However, our first stop was only a couple of blocks away from the cottage, at the Chauffre brewery to pick up a couple of souvenirs. We also told Marcel that we wanted to briefly stop in the nearby town of Houffalize, which we did: Marcel drove us the town, momentarily idled the car near the city centre, and then drove away. Apparently subtle hints are the first things to get lost in translation.

While we were still on the French side of the country, we stopped at the Castle of Alden Bissen, a beautifully restored tutonic castle in the heart of Belgium’s cherry country. The castle features several gardens with immaculately trimmed hedges, two vast courtyards, a moat, and an otherworldly main square: to protect it from the elements, it is protected by four, massive butterly-wing-like parasols which act like a delicate sunroof, casting a golden glow on the court below it. You spent most of your time there walking (and, occasionally, rolling around on the grass) with the dog, doing your best to bond with her.

We again headed north, next stopping on the Flemish side at Silvermeer, a ginormous park in the city of Mol. Silvermere is sort of like every possible recreation area you’ve ever seen – Technicolor plastic kiddie park; metal grade-school playground; military-grade obstacle course; water-park; paddle-boat lake; etc – and put them into a single wooded area, and you’d have the right idea. We first entered the park near its white-sand beach, and we literally had to hold you down to prevent you from stripping down to your panties and diving into the synthetic surf. Instead, we hastily crammed some chicken nuggets into you (and frituurs, sausages, and beer into the rest of us) before letting you run wild from one play area to another. You ecstatically climbed castles and slides, rode a tricycle through a pretend gas station, played on a lay-down swing, and scurried your way through tunnels.

One very cool area was a giant geodesic dome with a number of rope ladders and tubes leading to a tall tube slide, which you climbed through with the help of Daddy. There was also the tallest tube slide I have ever seen, probably five stories tall from base to tip. We watched a boy climb to the top and ride it, and he literally fired out of the bottom of the slide like a bullet, sliding for a good six feet across the sand on his back before finally coming to a halt. After significant negotiation, I eventually let daddy take you to the top to slide down it, but fortunately for everyone (but daddy, I suppose) the kid who went down the slide before you did so on a damp towel, which can effect the decelerating of your descent enough so that (a) you had a pleasant trip down the slide and (b) your daddy actually got stuck midway up and had to “sckootch” his way down.

At six o’clock we called it quits, but not before deciding that we would return to Silvermeer next week to play all day (and next time we’re bring bathing suits, too!). We drove the rest of the way back to Wuustwezel, where we had another delicious dinner (complements of Melanie) before we headed to bed, tired from a long day of driving and playing.

Here are some more pictures from today's fun:

The beautiful landscaping at the castle,


You dreaming at the castle gates,

Some castle pictures,





You and the dog resting at the castle,

The courtyard with the butter-fly-like parasols for protection,


Our princess in the castle,


Playing at Silvermeer



You and daddy walking up to the huge slide... I can just barely see you next to the small tree/bush in front of the slide,

Marcel resting at the end of the day.


Love you, Ladybug.

~~Mommy

Belgium Journal, Day 10

16 July 2009, Thursday

Hi Little Girl,

Daddy’s standing in for mommy again today, which was our “around town” day: we drove around southern Belgium, close to the cottage, and visited a few little towns.

We started by visiting the so-called “smallest town in Belgium”, Durbuy. It’s a little hiccup of a shopping town in the middle of the Ardennes region surrounded by all sorts of X-TREME sporting sites offering river kayaking, mountain repelling, and cliffside ziplines, among other activities. At Durbuy, we strolled down narrow roads and watched vacationers in yellow kayaks (which you initially misidentified as “water bananas”) make their way down a nearby river. At one point, one poor soul fell out of his kayak, and grew increasingly irritated as his partner giddily paddled away. “What a booger!” you (correctly) observed.

After Durbuy, it was time for lunch, so we got back in the van and headed to La Rouche. It’s a scenic town that straddles the River Outhre that holds a rather sad place in history as the site of the WWII’s Battle of the Bulge, evidence of which still exists in the form of an abandoned tank and a monument to the Allied soldiers who eventually liberated it. Nowadays it’s another picturesque tourist center with winding roads filled with street-side cafes, high-end shoppes, and souvenir stores.

We worked our way up and down the streets until we were hungry, eventually stopping at a French-inspired pizzeria. You and daddy shared your own cheese and ham pizza at a little table, while the rest of us shared a different pizza that seemed primarily composed of salt… yuck!

After lunch, we split into two groups: Nana, Melanie, and mommy headed into the town to go shopping (but unfortunately found nothing! So sad!) while you and daddy decided to visit the ruins of a castle in the center of the city. There, you explored many different abandoned chambers, made clay sculptures using medieval tools, and watched a French bird show featuring hawks and vultures, before finally deciding that visiting castles was hard work. Your daddy agreed, and treated you both to more “lever-pressed” soft-serve, which is rapidly becoming a post-castle tradition.

When our two groups finally met up, it was a hot and bright 90 degrees out, so we ended our day in La Roche by letting you run through the town’s fountain with several other boys and girls. You were quickly and thoroughly soaked with water and joy before we finally got back in the van and headed home to the cottage.

That should have been the end of the day, but when we got back to the cottage, you realized that the small raised patio in the back yard looked just like a little stage, and so you spent the rest of the evening performing a one-(wo)man show for anyone who cared to watch. It included selections from Mama Mia! and Annie, as well as a selection of popular children’s tunes. In between performances, you would morph into either a restaurateur or a podiatrist, offering your audience (imaginary) ice cream sundaes and (painfully real) foot rubs while the star of the show (also you) changed costumes. Perhaps it’s the fresh country air out here, but your imagination has been in overdrive ever since we’ve been in Belgium. You are amazing!

Here are some more pics from today,

Waffles-on-a-stick,

A charming little street,

Smiling for the camera (just too cute!),

Drinking your special drink (strawberry slushie),

You and Melanie at the river,

Walking up to the castle ruins,

Creating a clay toy at the castle,

Dancing in the castle,

You and daddy...


Good night, Miss DeVille. We’ll get your close-up tomorrow.

~~Daddy (and Mommy!)