Our story of stillbirth

Our story of stillbirth

It was mid-February 2009, when nine months into my first pregnancy I woke up one morning and realised that, for the first time in several nights, I hadn’t been woken up by the usual jabbering of limbs in my abdomen. I went for an orange juice, something that always...
Pink toxication

Pink toxication

I think Dora started just after her 2nd birthday; only wanted to wear skirts, dresses, leggings with flower patterns, socks with pompons. She refused to leave home without shinny necklaces, bracelets, bonnets, hairpins, etc. And all them in pink, ‘s’il te plait...
Confessions of a chocoholic

Confessions of a chocoholic

One of the worst things with being a stay at home mum is, for me, that I eat too much. I can’t stop nibbling, especially sweet things. Over the week-end we were given a box of chocolate. When Monday came, my husband went to work; my kids went off to school and crèche....
Winking blokes

Winking blokes

I got such overwhelming response to my last blog post about grumpy old men (and grumpy mums) so I thought I continue on the same subject… No, seriously, I got precisely none, so instead I will focus on something more positive. If grumpy old men manage to make me...
Buggy Rock ‘n’ Roll

Buggy Rock ‘n’ Roll

When my husband got transferred to Brussels for his job, we were both unanimous in our desire to live in the city’s center. We wanted to be at “the heart of it all” and decided that the St. Catherine neighborhood was it for us. What we didn’t know then was that I was...