The Cake!!!

Mikayla slept another 2 hours after we arrived home. Once she woke up, it was time for the big event. Mikayla's very own towering cake made with lots of love by mommy. I'm not really sure what's going on...but it looks like it might be fun, and for me.

Do they seriously expect me to eat all of this?
Where do I take the first bite?

Oma Margaret help me please!!!

Mommy, why are you still taking pictures of me?


This is great!!
You're funny.

I wonder if they see me sticking my hand into the cake.

Margaret came over to help us celebrate.
Love the cake...............

Precious baby fingers.

Fun at the parade

I love my daddy - he is the best! And my mommy too.

I am trying to make a silly face like all the people in the parade. Just when you thought my Zoolander Magnum face was gone -- It's Back!

All this excitement makes a baby hungry ....

.....and thirsty.....

and tired.

Blancs-Moussis

For more information on the parade and Stavelot, follow the link (or copy and paste) to the wiki info. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stavelot

You Break it You Buy It!! The Easter Bunny Story.

In addition to spending time wandering the streets in Brugges, we spent a lot of time searching for the "perfect" chocolate. I think we did find it -- but not without excitement. On crowded cobbled streets the backpack is the preferred mode of transportation for one curious little baby. The only downfall of the backpack is that Mikayla (recently given the call sign GRABBER) can get at anything she can reach without the person carrying her (mom) knowing what her intent is. We didnt realize that Mikayla was on a search for the perfect Easter Bunnny, until we heard a loud "CRUNCH" behind us. What lay on the ground was the obvious aftermath of a chocolate Easter Bunny accident scene and broken eggs shattered within a beautiful Easter keepsake box. Of course, the very kind shop lady said "oh I'm sorry, the bunny is broken", which can be translated to "oh, you suckers, you just bought yourself $50 worth of not so good chocolate that is packaged in a container made in Culver City, California". Such is life, at least it wasnt a $100 bottle of wine -- if it was, luke and i may have puled out straws and had to drink it off the floor. As we were leaving (picture shopkeeper with a smug look on her face) she stated "your daughter has good taste, it was the nicest one". Of course it was. So of all the places in the world that "You Break it You Buy It" has the least impact -- i daresay it's Brugges. Because chocolate tastes the same broken or not.







The scene of the crime.

The poor poor broken Bunny surrounded by a few smashed eggs.

The suspect, pictured below, who may be giving Auntie Frannie a call for some good representation and legal advice.

Fairytale Brugges

We took a short weekend trip to Brugge. The weather was phenomenal and we enjoyed walking among the maze of canals, eating chocolate, and drinking beer. Luckily Mikayla is way ahead of her peers and has learned how to drive -- thus fulfilling our much needed role as a designated driver. Not really, we stayed in a super cute hotel.

Mikayla is probably looking for a horse in this picture. There were horse-drawn carriages throughout the old town area and she quickly was able to recognize that the "clip-clop" meant that a horsie was going to be trotting by. She LOVED the horses.