<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831</id><updated>2012-02-17T13:42:36.419+01:00</updated><category term='SG Publishing'/><category term='Noah'/><category term='My Creative Scrapbook Kits'/><category term='contests'/><category term='vakantie'/><category term='Amber'/><category term='Bo Bunny'/><category term='Publication'/><category term='scrap'/><category term='Pebbles Inc.'/><category term='Petaloo'/><category term='Best Creation Inc.'/><category term='simpel scrappen'/><title type='text'>Meidengezwets en Kleutergeklets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1642</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3631627117229073753</id><published>2012-01-08T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T11:44:11.160+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>De ergste dag van mijn leven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0SR332kFA8/TzzWBgXVuoI/AAAAAAAAX7g/zZRVRv5w3xg/s1600/zo8-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Klein broertjes zijn SUPER vervelend.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_y9DACx0vtc/TzzWKXI509I/AAAAAAAAX8A/fqO6qSQZlo0/s1600/zo8-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_y9DACx0vtc/TzzWKXI509I/AAAAAAAAX8A/fqO6qSQZlo0/s400/zo8-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daan is mijn vriend.. al vanaf dat ik 1 was.. en hij 3.. dikke dikke vrienden zijn we. MIJN VRIEND! Hij is leuk.. lief.. stoer.. cool..mooi.. en bovenal MIJN vriend. En vandaag zou hij komen. Ik verheug me er altijd ongelooflijk op als hij komt. Vorige keer gingen we samen fietsen.. en mocht ik achterop bij hem. Dat was heel heel stoer.. en hij is heel goed in DS-en enzo... eigenlijk is hij overál wel goed in .&lt;br /&gt;En toen.. was daar ineens mijn kleine broertje.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ0AIZaGXwM/TzzWDWHUL4I/AAAAAAAAX7s/Lsc0yTDQ-3M/s1600/zo8-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ0AIZaGXwM/TzzWDWHUL4I/AAAAAAAAX7s/Lsc0yTDQ-3M/s400/zo8-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Die was ik voor het gemak even vergeten. Hij vindt Daan óók cool.. en ineens.. ging hij zich overal mee bemoeien.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrQ9zN1CNK4/TzzWCOA5S-I/AAAAAAAAX7o/hW950fb1sqU/s1600/zo8-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrQ9zN1CNK4/TzzWCOA5S-I/AAAAAAAAX7o/hW950fb1sqU/s400/zo8-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hij wilde óók de DS kijken&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QNAoUYWx6-c/TzzV-0AuZwI/AAAAAAAAX7Q/lLRL7D45Da8/s1600/zo8-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QNAoUYWx6-c/TzzV-0AuZwI/AAAAAAAAX7Q/lLRL7D45Da8/s400/zo8-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en hij ging stoeien&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0SR332kFA8/TzzWBgXVuoI/AAAAAAAAX7g/zZRVRv5w3xg/s1600/zo8-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0SR332kFA8/TzzWBgXVuoI/AAAAAAAAX7g/zZRVRv5w3xg/s400/zo8-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; met Daan.. en springen en rennen en zich uitsloven en gek doen&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCfK1BAKqE4/TzzWN4ePfCI/AAAAAAAAX8U/G-1KcOrbwuo/s1600/zo8-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCfK1BAKqE4/TzzWN4ePfCI/AAAAAAAAX8U/G-1KcOrbwuo/s400/zo8-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; om te proberen Daan aan het lachen te maken.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e54Mxdapi3k/TzzWMCfbhcI/AAAAAAAAX8Q/TZXBmDFfAKI/s1600/zo8-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e54Mxdapi3k/TzzWMCfbhcI/AAAAAAAAX8Q/TZXBmDFfAKI/s400/zo8-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ARGH!! Ik wilde niet eens meer mee naar de dijk! Ik was het ZAT! Mama snapte het eerst niet.. die begon te zeuren over dat ik me speciaal mooi gemaakt had om fotomodelletje te spelen voor Eva.. (duh!! Mam!!!) en dat ik nou niet wilde.. en dat dat gek was enzo.. *zucht*&amp;nbsp; Ouders!! Die snappen er toch helemaal niks van!! Terwijl Daan met Noah over de dijk liep&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vp51rvEzvA/TzzWJmj_ygI/AAAAAAAAX74/7CeELtEmsCE/s1600/zo8-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vp51rvEzvA/TzzWJmj_ygI/AAAAAAAAX74/7CeELtEmsCE/s400/zo8-10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en steentjes in het water &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSkHw5KlnAM/TzzW7BrIAAI/AAAAAAAAX9o/GAZYdtrO8XA/s1600/zo8-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSkHw5KlnAM/TzzW7BrIAAI/AAAAAAAAX9o/GAZYdtrO8XA/s400/zo8-13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;keilde&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Su4YE2WoOc/TzzW9BIZTDI/AAAAAAAAX9w/agUx-9GFTNw/s1600/zo8-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Su4YE2WoOc/TzzW9BIZTDI/AAAAAAAAX9w/agUx-9GFTNw/s400/zo8-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. wilde ik&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbqSf-6dXEc/TzzW6IvSy1I/AAAAAAAAX9Y/8EBkT4N0raI/s1600/zo8-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbqSf-6dXEc/TzzW6IvSy1I/AAAAAAAAX9Y/8EBkT4N0raI/s400/zo8-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; alleen maar achter blijven.. en steentjes pulken op de grond.. en me rot voelen. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q9BMNmYSduM/TzzWLX1EJBI/AAAAAAAAX8E/03-HWO_EQhA/s1600/zo8-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q9BMNmYSduM/TzzWLX1EJBI/AAAAAAAAX8E/03-HWO_EQhA/s400/zo8-7.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot mama met me kwam praten en vroeg wat er was&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sL8sP46Q_ko/TzzW6vjbl5I/AAAAAAAAX9c/wZraDIgJRJI/s1600/zo8-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sL8sP46Q_ko/TzzW6vjbl5I/AAAAAAAAX9c/wZraDIgJRJI/s400/zo8-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. Wil je het weten mam?? Nou dan kan je het krijgen ook: "dit is de ergste dag van mijn leven!! Ik háát Noah!!!Hij verpest mijn hele leven iedere dag sinds ik geboren ben.!!!" (bij gebrek aan nog meer prachtige superlatieven)&lt;br /&gt;Mama schrok zich rot "Noh Amber... ben je soms een beetje jalours?? wat is dát nou?? En je vindt Noah heus wel aardig.. dat is niet waar!"&lt;br /&gt;- Tis WEL waar!! En ik ben HEUS NIET jalours!! Daan kan me helemaal NIKS schelen!! Echt niet!! Ik wil gewoon geen klein broertje meer!!!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mama knuffelde mij.. en ik vocht tegen mijn tranen..&lt;br /&gt;Twas maar goed&amp;nbsp; dat we snel bij het cafe kwamen.. er was een kachel om ons lekker aan te warmen&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRfRAXokiCM/TzzW_PM7ppI/AAAAAAAAX90/800Th6pSmPI/s1600/zo8-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRfRAXokiCM/TzzW_PM7ppI/AAAAAAAAX90/800Th6pSmPI/s400/zo8-15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en er waren lekkere hapjes enzo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wOqZZg2JCs/TzzXRD2eKZI/AAAAAAAAX-U/OO4o-x8gWAk/s1600/zo8-17.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wOqZZg2JCs/TzzXRD2eKZI/AAAAAAAAX-U/OO4o-x8gWAk/s400/zo8-17.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en toen vloog mijn boze bui toch een beetje het raam uit.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cqnFtQKB_JA/TzzXQog2QjI/AAAAAAAAX-Q/xDay8OaOCGo/s1600/zo8-16.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cqnFtQKB_JA/TzzXQog2QjI/AAAAAAAAX-Q/xDay8OaOCGo/s400/zo8-16.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little brothers are SUPER annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Daan is my friend.. since I was 1 y.o. and he was 3.. we are big big friends.. MY friend. He is fun.. sweet .. tough.. cool.. handsome.. and most of all MY friend. And today he would come and visit me. I look forward tothat immensely Last time he rode my bike and I got to sit in the back. I was só proud.. and he is real good with the DS and.. I cannot think of 1 thing that he cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;And then all of a sudden.. there was my baby brother. I have to admit I forgot about him.. and the fact that he adores Daan too.. He jumped up and down and ran and made funny faces.. to get Daan's attention and to make him laugh. It was super annoying. ARGH.. I didn't even want to go for a walk anymore. Mom didn't get it at first and whined that I made myself pretty so Eva could take my pics and we could play model. (duhhhh mom- you really believed that??!!!) While Noah walked the dike with Daan and threw rocks in the water.. I just wanted to stay behind.. pick stones of the floor.. and feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Till mom came to talk to me.. asked me what on earth was going on. Do you really wanna know mom? well.. then you can have it! "This is the worst day of my life! I HATE Noah.. He ruined every single day of my life since the day he was born ( I couldn't think of more superlatives)&lt;br /&gt;Mom got a good scare"Oh Amber!! are you by any chance a bit jealous?? what are you talking about.. and you dó love Noah.. that's not true!!"&lt;br /&gt;- It is it is!!! and I am NOT jealous.. I don't care about Daan at all.. for real.. I just don't want a baby brother anymore..&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mommy huggled me tight while I faught back my tears&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing we arrived at the hotel.. and there was a heater to get warm.. and yummie stuff too eat.. all of a sudden I lost that mood... somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Photo's door Eva Blokker-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3631627117229073753?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3631627117229073753/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3631627117229073753' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3631627117229073753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3631627117229073753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-ergste-dag-van-mijn-leven.html' title='De ergste dag van mijn leven'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_y9DACx0vtc/TzzWKXI509I/AAAAAAAAX8A/fqO6qSQZlo0/s72-c/zo8-6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-516176578786443073</id><published>2012-01-07T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T10:31:40.651+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Inrichten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCyCksw3ZRI/TzzL42bFoVI/AAAAAAAAX2w/zwZk4IdoJ3w/s1600/za7-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zaterdagen zijn bij ons altijd loeidruk... Er moet naar de markt gegaan worden. De weekendboodschappen moeten gedaan worden, ik moet naar scouting, ik moet naar zwemles... en vandaag.. was het nog ietsiepietsie drukker. Mijn nieuwe kastje was klaar.. dus ging ik met mama een poging wagen wat orde in de chaos te brengen. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCyCksw3ZRI/TzzL42bFoVI/AAAAAAAAX2w/zwZk4IdoJ3w/s1600/za7-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCyCksw3ZRI/TzzL42bFoVI/AAAAAAAAX2w/zwZk4IdoJ3w/s400/za7-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dat klinkt stom. Maar ik vond het vét leuk. Ik ben blij als het opgeruimd is.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4FYWETdSV4/TzzL5ySaNZI/AAAAAAAAX24/1mmDJWOuuOY/s1600/za7-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4FYWETdSV4/TzzL5ySaNZI/AAAAAAAAX24/1mmDJWOuuOY/s400/za7-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dan kan ik alles weer vinden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays at our place are extremely busy. We need to go to the market. Then we have to do grocery shopping. ..I have to go to the scouts.. I have to go to swimming classes.. and today it was just a little bit more busy. My new drawersystem was ready so I tried to bring some order in my chaos with mommy.. It sounds horribly stupid.. but I actually enjoyed it. I am happy&amp;nbsp; when it's clean.. then I can find everything again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-516176578786443073?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/516176578786443073/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=516176578786443073' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/516176578786443073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/516176578786443073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2012/01/inrichten.html' title='Inrichten'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCyCksw3ZRI/TzzL42bFoVI/AAAAAAAAX2w/zwZk4IdoJ3w/s72-c/za7-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5584077371678094289</id><published>2012-01-06T09:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T10:02:46.817+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>IJspret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZWkV8NCH9Q/TzzDq0AWcbI/AAAAAAAAX2k/32pzZatR5JA/s1600/vr6-7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;De kunstijsbaan ligt nog tot het einde van de maand achter ballorig.. en .. we gaan best wel vaak naar Ballorig dus het is óók wel eens leuk om te gaan schaatsen samen. Mijn vriend Alex mocht ook mee en we hadden dikke pret samen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcwisCV_tuA/TzzDqBk3TRI/AAAAAAAAX2c/MYf2Y8-brGg/s1600/vr6-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcwisCV_tuA/TzzDqBk3TRI/AAAAAAAAX2c/MYf2Y8-brGg/s400/vr6-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;We probeerden samen te schaatsen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZWkV8NCH9Q/TzzDq0AWcbI/AAAAAAAAX2k/32pzZatR5JA/s1600/vr6-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZWkV8NCH9Q/TzzDq0AWcbI/AAAAAAAAX2k/32pzZatR5JA/s400/vr6-7.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; en ik probeerde ook los. Dat was heel moeilijk maar ik ging het toch proberen. Mama was aan het werk maar kwam even spieken.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjQFYK_zxU8/TzzDm8k9XwI/AAAAAAAAX18/-bJIKL6NFJE/s1600/vr6-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjQFYK_zxU8/TzzDm8k9XwI/AAAAAAAAX18/-bJIKL6NFJE/s400/vr6-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; De telefoontjes gingen gewoon door maar die kan je best voeren terwijl je kijkt hoe goed je kind kan schaatsen zeg maar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x5yZ6LENV-g/TzzDmKnxelI/AAAAAAAAX14/-Z_Ukgk5esQ/s1600/vr6-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x5yZ6LENV-g/TzzDmKnxelI/AAAAAAAAX14/-Z_Ukgk5esQ/s400/vr6-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. da's nog eens leuk werken!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrrDYKMweY8/TzzDpASO6vI/AAAAAAAAX2U/jCuCRh-ZGDQ/s1600/vr6-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrrDYKMweY8/TzzDpASO6vI/AAAAAAAAX2U/jCuCRh-ZGDQ/s400/vr6-5.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;En ik .. ik deed natuurlijk extra mijn best!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-43LrH6Ro82M/TzzDngLEv4I/AAAAAAAAX2E/hzal6xx4oP0/s1600/vr6-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-43LrH6Ro82M/TzzDngLEv4I/AAAAAAAAX2E/hzal6xx4oP0/s400/vr6-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Mijn zus kan het ook al best goed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-abj5Mcrm5g0/TzzDoSPCvpI/AAAAAAAAX2M/-f2OtAlsexQ/s1600/vr6-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-abj5Mcrm5g0/TzzDoSPCvpI/AAAAAAAAX2M/-f2OtAlsexQ/s400/vr6-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. maar zij wil heel graag hard.. en dat gaat nog het beste met hulpstukken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The ice skating rink will be there till the end of january at the backside of ballorig. During the year we go to Ballorig a lot so it was fun to go skating for a change. My friend Alex was there too and we had big fun together. We tried skating together and I tried it on my own. It was very difficult but I wanted to show off for mommy. She was working but came to watch us for a few. She had to take her phonecalls but you can make work phonecalls while you watch your kids skating. That's a fun way to work!! And.. to make it more pleasant I tried my best. My sister is pretty good aswell.. but she wants to skate fast! That goes best with a lil help. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5584077371678094289?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5584077371678094289/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5584077371678094289' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5584077371678094289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5584077371678094289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2012/01/ijspret.html' title='IJspret'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcwisCV_tuA/TzzDqBk3TRI/AAAAAAAAX2c/MYf2Y8-brGg/s72-c/vr6-6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-220588635582250040</id><published>2012-01-05T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T14:50:07.941+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><title type='text'>Bob de Bouwer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d04WrevIqa8/Tzu1ncB1c2I/AAAAAAAAX1Q/Sm4FZa9PXU0/s1600/do5-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sommige dingen moet je echt aan mannen overlaten zeg maar. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d04WrevIqa8/Tzu1ncB1c2I/AAAAAAAAX1Q/Sm4FZa9PXU0/s1600/do5-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d04WrevIqa8/Tzu1ncB1c2I/AAAAAAAAX1Q/Sm4FZa9PXU0/s400/do5-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama ging naar haar werk.. en wij.. wij werkten thuis.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii7ghxxMu5U/Tzu1n386tbI/AAAAAAAAX1Y/pcoXw1kkTxg/s1600/do5-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii7ghxxMu5U/Tzu1n386tbI/AAAAAAAAX1Y/pcoXw1kkTxg/s400/do5-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kei en kei hard. Eerst werd er een wasmachine aangesloten.. en was zelfs ik lyrisch. De wasmachine heeft een muziekje! Een muziekje aan het begin.. en een muziekje op het eind. Tussendoor.. hoor je hem niet.. geen helicopters meer.. geen tv meer op 50 .. het is.. alsof er niks gebeurd. Dus... kun je je prima concentreren op het bouwen van een ladenblok voor je zus&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MswAKHeTUP0/Tzu1ovcydCI/AAAAAAAAX1c/In10q-x6e2A/s1600/do5-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MswAKHeTUP0/Tzu1ovcydCI/AAAAAAAAX1c/In10q-x6e2A/s400/do5-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. zodat haar spullen gesorteerd kunnen.. en ze beter kan spelen.&lt;br /&gt;Nou pap.. "wacht even.. even mijn appeltje"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlv7LWYw8VI/Tzu1ppq4cWI/AAAAAAAAX1w/WX8cLhPKdBg/s1600/do5-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlv7LWYw8VI/Tzu1ppq4cWI/AAAAAAAAX1w/WX8cLhPKdBg/s400/do5-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. Dan moet dit schroefje hier denk ik..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mrnjRum6cI/Tzu1pD6mVqI/AAAAAAAAX1k/WaB74jScBD8/s1600/do5-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mrnjRum6cI/Tzu1pD6mVqI/AAAAAAAAX1k/WaB74jScBD8/s400/do5-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things need to be done by men so to speak.. Mom went to work.. and the two of us worked at home. Bob the builder. Building hard. First we hooked up the new machine.. and even I was lyrical. It has music!! When you start it .. it sings a song.. and when it's finished.. another song. In between you hear nothing.. No helicopters.. no more screaming and turning up the volume of the tv to 50..like nothing happens.. so you can focus on your building job. Drawers for your sister.. so she can sort her toys better. Well daddy.. "wait .. gimme a sec.. need a bite of my apple first..."I think this screw goes over here... I think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-220588635582250040?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/220588635582250040/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=220588635582250040' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/220588635582250040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/220588635582250040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2012/01/bob-de-bouwer.html' title='Bob de Bouwer'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d04WrevIqa8/Tzu1ncB1c2I/AAAAAAAAX1Q/Sm4FZa9PXU0/s72-c/do5-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-6254445897141513584</id><published>2012-01-04T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T12:10:27.364+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><title type='text'>Gamen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaIFNqTq1oc/TzuRnJxgPqI/AAAAAAAAX04/VQbex4FAozA/s1600/wo4-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;En wat doe je dan.. als je vakantie hebt.. en je beste vriend komt langs om samen te spelen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaIFNqTq1oc/TzuRnJxgPqI/AAAAAAAAX04/VQbex4FAozA/s1600/wo4-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaIFNqTq1oc/TzuRnJxgPqI/AAAAAAAAX04/VQbex4FAozA/s400/wo4-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dan ga je natuurlijk samen "gamen"... want.. als je groot genoeg bent voor&amp;nbsp; een eigen identiteitsbewijs.. waarop je zelf je handtekening gezet hebt zeg maar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3OJcdHHlbg/TzuRoSHBRrI/AAAAAAAAX1E/Cm-Zid7BNJ8/s1600/wo4-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3OJcdHHlbg/TzuRoSHBRrI/AAAAAAAAX1E/Cm-Zid7BNJ8/s400/wo4-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. dán.. ben je ook groot genoeg om samen te gamen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk4w6oF-vqc/TzuRn9OgeuI/AAAAAAAAX08/pLhXigo3Mtc/s1600/wo4-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk4w6oF-vqc/TzuRn9OgeuI/AAAAAAAAX08/pLhXigo3Mtc/s400/wo4-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What to do when you have vacation.. and your best friend comes over to play together? Then "gaming" is the answer.. because.. when your big enough to have your own ID card.. with your own autograph.. your big enough for gaming. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-6254445897141513584?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6254445897141513584/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=6254445897141513584' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6254445897141513584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6254445897141513584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2012/01/gamen.html' title='Gamen'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaIFNqTq1oc/TzuRnJxgPqI/AAAAAAAAX04/VQbex4FAozA/s72-c/wo4-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-6347833700053107339</id><published>2012-01-03T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T11:56:40.663+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>De Pech Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IbvKkBIlHDA/TzuI6L-R0hI/AAAAAAAAX0I/pOwNgzcdxqA/s1600/di3-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hadden een beetje pech met onze wasmachine. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zs5msKemGc/TzuI7-3mO0I/AAAAAAAAX0Y/qAwkrNR2wlo/s1600/di3-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zs5msKemGc/TzuI7-3mO0I/AAAAAAAAX0Y/qAwkrNR2wlo/s400/di3-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eigenlijk vanaf het begin hadden we al problemen. Hij begon te roesten.. dat was heel gek.. dat kwam door het water wat over tussenliep.. en wat we niet konden stoppen. Gekke vieze strepen over de voorkant.. maar goed.. als hij het maar deed. Dat was echter ook een beetje een probleem. Hij is een paar keer uit elkaar gehaald.. en in elkaar gezet.. Toen de deur er steeds af viel.. en hij een lawaai maakte alsof er een helicopter in de woonkamer was.. was het gedaan. Terwijl ik kleding aan het ontwerpen was&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpbp47OeF7I/TzuI6v0gDdI/AAAAAAAAX0Q/KQlBUOjQvEM/s1600/di3-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpbp47OeF7I/TzuI6v0gDdI/AAAAAAAAX0Q/KQlBUOjQvEM/s400/di3-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. waren mama en papa druk met de nieuwe wasmachine. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IbvKkBIlHDA/TzuI6L-R0hI/AAAAAAAAX0I/pOwNgzcdxqA/s1600/di3-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IbvKkBIlHDA/TzuI6L-R0hI/AAAAAAAAX0I/pOwNgzcdxqA/s400/di3-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dank je wel oude wasmachine .. je hebt heul veul babykleertjes gewassen.. ladingen ziekenhuiskleren toen papa hartepijn had... en ladingen ladingen chemo was. Je hebt je best gedaan.. echt!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of bad luck with our washingmachine... actually from day one. It started rusting real fast.. which was weird.. it had something to do with a waterproblem.. that couldn't be fixed. Weird nasty spots on the front.. but oh well.. at least it was working. But then that became a problem too. It's been taken apart and put back together again a couple of times.. but when the door kept falling down.. and he made a noise like there was a helicopter in our living room.. we had enough. While I was practising to be a fashion designer.. mom and dad were busy with our new machine. Thank you old machine.. you washed piles of baby clothes.. tons of hospital clothes when daddy had his heartache.. and mega much chemo laundry last year.. you did the best you could.. and we're gratefull.. we really are!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-6347833700053107339?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6347833700053107339/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=6347833700053107339' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6347833700053107339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6347833700053107339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-pech-machine.html' title='De Pech Machine'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zs5msKemGc/TzuI7-3mO0I/AAAAAAAAX0Y/qAwkrNR2wlo/s72-c/di3-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-4219082994510494421</id><published>2012-01-02T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:43:26.266+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SG Publishing'/><title type='text'>A year in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZsy3VP4D68/TzekJS-fcCI/AAAAAAAAXzY/nzyjtXcOhpw/s1600/SGDecAmber_bewerkt-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did it.. I finally pulled my blog in 2012!! Totally proud of myself. I hope the new year will bring good stuff for you all. As for me.. my life is taking a big turn. After almost 3 years of sickness and being sick.. I am back to work again. I am doing good.. but I also have less time for my hobbies.. -hence the fallin' behind in bloggin- . It also meant I had to stop with a few designteams. Earlier this year I had to say goodbye to my favorite kit club and now I didn't opt for a second year on Scrapbook Generation. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJa6k0CV7hg/TzekJ2ZVbZI/AAAAAAAAXzc/fg4SjDdH1kM/s1600/SGdecNoah2011_bewerkt-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJa6k0CV7hg/TzekJ2ZVbZI/AAAAAAAAXzc/fg4SjDdH1kM/s400/SGdecNoah2011_bewerkt-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to explain how sad I am bout this. Allison and her team are very dear to me. I loved working for her and her team. The admosphere was beyond good and working with her awesome sketches was far from a punishment =D &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZsy3VP4D68/TzekJS-fcCI/AAAAAAAAXzY/nzyjtXcOhpw/s1600/SGDecAmber_bewerkt-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZsy3VP4D68/TzekJS-fcCI/AAAAAAAAXzY/nzyjtXcOhpw/s400/SGDecAmber_bewerkt-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years in review are the last layouts I made for Scrapbook Generation.I used Authentique Paper for this one. Love Authentique very very much! And.. I do love "year in review" layouts. Hope you enjoy them.. Thanks for hanging around!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-4219082994510494421?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4219082994510494421/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=4219082994510494421' title='5 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/4219082994510494421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/4219082994510494421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-in-review.html' title='A year in review'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJa6k0CV7hg/TzekJ2ZVbZI/AAAAAAAAXzc/fg4SjDdH1kM/s72-c/SGdecNoah2011_bewerkt-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-4342011425347738813</id><published>2012-01-02T09:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T11:22:03.961+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Hoogwateralarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ69BzQz1Pg/TztySNS04UI/AAAAAAAAX0A/_jOULchEXVM/s1600/ma2-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama zag vanochtend ineens iets heel geks bij me. Ik zat lekker televisie te kijken.. in mijn pijamaatje.. en ineens ligt mama met haar fototoestel op de grond.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Noah trek je broek niet zo achterlijk hoog op.. je lijkt Al Bundy wel"..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PqcRVYd8r3k/TztyOxEY6LI/AAAAAAAAXzo/BqzRHb6eEE0/s1600/ma2-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PqcRVYd8r3k/TztyOxEY6LI/AAAAAAAAXzo/BqzRHb6eEE0/s400/ma2-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; uhmm.. hoezo hoog opgetrokken? Hij is laag.. kijk maar".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama kreeg een soort van paniekaanval.. ze keek papa nog even verwilderd aan en vroeg of hij misschien geprobeerd had de was te doen enzo... en ik.. ik snapte het niet en ik schaamde me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fs_KiaBv-Zg/TztyP-lq3cI/AAAAAAAAXzw/DabSgQFKo6A/s1600/ma2-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fs_KiaBv-Zg/TztyP-lq3cI/AAAAAAAAXzw/DabSgQFKo6A/s400/ma2-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama ging weg en kwam uren niet terug..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;en toen ze terug kwam.. was ik de trotse bezitter van dikke grote Sesamstraat sokken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9xd1NBXLyIM/TztyQZAK_MI/AAAAAAAAXz4/YsdqZJ32G5I/s1600/ma2-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9xd1NBXLyIM/TztyQZAK_MI/AAAAAAAAXz4/YsdqZJ32G5I/s400/ma2-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. en echte boxershorts.. en nieuwe grote jongens pijama's.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ69BzQz1Pg/TztySNS04UI/AAAAAAAAX0A/_jOULchEXVM/s1600/ma2-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ69BzQz1Pg/TztySNS04UI/AAAAAAAAX0A/_jOULchEXVM/s400/ma2-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Dat kijkt meteen heel wat lekkerder tv.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom saw something real weird today. I was watching tv.. minding my own business.. when all of a sudden she dropped to the floor with her cam to photograph my ankles. "Noah.. don't pull your pants up that high.. you look like Al Bundy!".. I didn't get it .. I didn't pully my pants up high.. actually.. I did the opposite.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom got some sort of panic attack.. she looked angry at daddy and said.. "did you touch the laundry??!!!!".... and I .. I didn't get all the fuz and I was slightly embaressed.. all that commotion over my jammies.&amp;nbsp; Mom ran out of the door and she didn't come back for hours.. and when she finally came back.. I was the proud owner of large and thick Sesam Street socks.. real boxershorts and a few new large jammies.. I can tell you this much: I can focus much better on the tv programs now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-4342011425347738813?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4342011425347738813/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=4342011425347738813' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/4342011425347738813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/4342011425347738813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoogwateralarm.html' title='Hoogwateralarm'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PqcRVYd8r3k/TztyOxEY6LI/AAAAAAAAXzo/BqzRHb6eEE0/s72-c/ma2-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5678091687285287215</id><published>2012-01-01T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:33:11.343+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Gelukkig Nieuwjaar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBr16wG1zxg/Tzectm3-dOI/AAAAAAAAXyw/Iw3CYDvehS0/s1600/zo1-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gelukkig nieuw jaar allemaal!!! We luierden de hele ochtend wat op de bank.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBr16wG1zxg/Tzectm3-dOI/AAAAAAAAXyw/Iw3CYDvehS0/s1600/zo1-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBr16wG1zxg/Tzectm3-dOI/AAAAAAAAXyw/Iw3CYDvehS0/s400/zo1-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lekker filmpjes kijken enzo.. We waren te moe om naar de nieuwjaarsduik te gaan. Mama houdt ervan het nieuwe jaar met een schone lei te beginnen.. dus in de middag maakte wij de straat schoon&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxjY7VmVvFA/TzecuGwi6TI/AAAAAAAAXy0/Rw0WbPK3qFA/s1600/zo1-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxjY7VmVvFA/TzecuGwi6TI/AAAAAAAAXy0/Rw0WbPK3qFA/s400/zo1-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. gewoon.. met bezems&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3Kk0hFdA6Q/Tzecu3TpRdI/AAAAAAAAXy8/e-A4t13d6rA/s1600/zo1-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3Kk0hFdA6Q/Tzecu3TpRdI/AAAAAAAAXy8/e-A4t13d6rA/s400/zo1-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en blik en veger.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z1HBAfSWBcQ/TzecvwxhHLI/AAAAAAAAXzI/rfFs7aN1yrA/s1600/zo1-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z1HBAfSWBcQ/TzecvwxhHLI/AAAAAAAAXzI/rfFs7aN1yrA/s400/zo1-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en mama ruimde de kerstboom, de kerstspullen en de kerstkaarten op!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vzIuBwfhINU/TzecxdqjbhI/AAAAAAAAXzQ/Y_Upq88Pn0U/s1600/zo1-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vzIuBwfhINU/TzecxdqjbhI/AAAAAAAAXzQ/Y_Upq88Pn0U/s400/zo1-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .. zo! Helemaal klaar voor het nieuwe jaar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everybody. We had a very lazy morning on our couch. We watched movies and such... and were too tired to watch the new years dive in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy loves to start the new year nice and clean.. so in the afternoon we cleaned our street.. me.. and my sister.. the neighbours.. everybody grabbed a broom and cleaned. Mom stayed inside.. collected all christmasdecorations and put it back in the shed.. we admired our christmas cards one last time..there! All ready for the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5678091687285287215?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5678091687285287215/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5678091687285287215' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5678091687285287215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5678091687285287215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2012/01/gelukkig-nieuwjaar.html' title='Gelukkig Nieuwjaar'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBr16wG1zxg/Tzectm3-dOI/AAAAAAAAXyw/Iw3CYDvehS0/s72-c/zo1-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-2635815596922909938</id><published>2011-12-31T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T23:06:51.550+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Kindervuurwerk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDWIykg4uOk/TzbKjvt0N4I/AAAAAAAAXxk/a5HW1qaQAKY/s1600/za31-17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Fj7YIvvx-U/TzbKeYQwarI/AAAAAAAAXwo/dC7eMQBl-Mk/s1600/za31-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wat is er mooier dan het oude jaar uitluiden met goede vrienden, lekker eten, familie, gezelligheid en een hélehoop vuurwerk? Nou? Ik weet ook niks mooiers!!&lt;br /&gt;Mirjam en Dimitri waren er. Dat op zich was erg leuk&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Fj7YIvvx-U/TzbKeYQwarI/AAAAAAAAXwo/dC7eMQBl-Mk/s1600/za31-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Fj7YIvvx-U/TzbKeYQwarI/AAAAAAAAXwo/dC7eMQBl-Mk/s400/za31-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ze aten bij ons.. en ze namen lekker eten mee&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gY7gcjGaZrI/TzbKmK7OP6I/AAAAAAAAXyE/SUSUKldStmY/s1600/za31-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gY7gcjGaZrI/TzbKmK7OP6I/AAAAAAAAXyE/SUSUKldStmY/s400/za31-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (iets speciaal italiaans.. en ik ben vergeten hoe het heet)&lt;br /&gt;Wat ze ook meenamen.. waren de prinsessen! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBsvtMWxNQ0/TzbKk9MZRhI/AAAAAAAAXx0/guMvkSWy740/s1600/za31-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBsvtMWxNQ0/TzbKk9MZRhI/AAAAAAAAXx0/guMvkSWy740/s400/za31-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fi-dA4gujw/TzbKlh86KtI/AAAAAAAAXx8/5eEFGusEx2c/s1600/za31-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dat was helemaal super. We aten wat, speelden wa&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_BNh13K29s/TzbKkRVCf0I/AAAAAAAAXxo/XjhSS2-uYC0/s1600/za31-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_BNh13K29s/TzbKkRVCf0I/AAAAAAAAXxo/XjhSS2-uYC0/s400/za31-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t..en keken buiten toe.. hoe de jongetjes in onze straat met vuurwerk in de weer waren.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fi-dA4gujw/TzbKlh86KtI/AAAAAAAAXx8/5eEFGusEx2c/s1600/za31-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fi-dA4gujw/TzbKlh86KtI/AAAAAAAAXx8/5eEFGusEx2c/s400/za31-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We mochten eens hier en daar een trektouwtje laten knallen.. en knalerwten gooien.. maar we waren best wel een klein beetje jalours. Mama keek naar Mirjam..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_BNh13K29s/TzbKkRVCf0I/AAAAAAAAXxo/XjhSS2-uYC0/s1600/za31-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mirjam keek naar mama.. en toen besloten ze te shoppen .. en wij gingen mee om te helpen. We kochten het laatste kindervuurwerk&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyn8s9xKdy4/TzbKe6ajnrI/AAAAAAAAXws/TZrE-brVBAY/s1600/za31-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyn8s9xKdy4/TzbKe6ajnrI/AAAAAAAAXws/TZrE-brVBAY/s400/za31-10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Den Helder op&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qP5sxIiqHRQ/TzbKfVncgHI/AAAAAAAAXw0/6nq1memhP5E/s1600/za31-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qP5sxIiqHRQ/TzbKfVncgHI/AAAAAAAAXw0/6nq1memhP5E/s400/za31-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. HA! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T60tJMazLdI/TzbKqCcfbmI/AAAAAAAAXyg/Ei2VXZErLOI/s1600/za31-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T60tJMazLdI/TzbKqCcfbmI/AAAAAAAAXyg/Ei2VXZErLOI/s400/za31-8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En op voorwaarde dat we morgen gaan helpen met schoonmaken.. vuurde we dat het een lieve lust was. Confetti bommen,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_kcV8SHVWg/TzbKm3iJs0I/AAAAAAAAXyQ/nWMCcWRdEp8/s1600/za31-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_kcV8SHVWg/TzbKm3iJs0I/AAAAAAAAXyQ/nWMCcWRdEp8/s400/za31-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kleur geweren.. party poppers&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Boqh0CVrg6Y/TzbKqSE4JqI/AAAAAAAAXyk/hex2Le-FrRc/s1600/za31-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Boqh0CVrg6Y/TzbKqSE4JqI/AAAAAAAAXyk/hex2Le-FrRc/s400/za31-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. knalerwten, trektouwtjes.. sterretjes.. grote sterren.. maxi sterren&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sOzxIvVhX8/TzbKoDY-jvI/AAAAAAAAXyU/ZC8NN1Q4tFs/s1600/za31-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sOzxIvVhX8/TzbKoDY-jvI/AAAAAAAAXyU/ZC8NN1Q4tFs/s400/za31-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... we hadden dikke dikke pret! 's Avonds mochten we opblijven. Opblijven tot het 2012 was. Ik redde het makkelijk.. ik was niet te stoppen. Ik speelde met mijn kapla&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2K4ng3tbgJo/TzbKfxuODFI/AAAAAAAAXw8/GHzMLkdeuuc/s1600/za31-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2K4ng3tbgJo/TzbKfxuODFI/AAAAAAAAXw8/GHzMLkdeuuc/s400/za31-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en praatte praatte praatte. Ik at wat lekkere hapjes.. en mijn broertje.. die vond het heel lang duren&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVTs3_eWhT4/TzbKh7hJ92I/AAAAAAAAXxM/GAx32aUG3OA/s1600/za31-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVTs3_eWhT4/TzbKh7hJ92I/AAAAAAAAXxM/GAx32aUG3OA/s400/za31-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .. tot we in het donker vuurwerk aan mochten steken. Toen het zover was.. genoot ik er toch van. Ik stak heel veel aan&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDWIykg4uOk/TzbKjvt0N4I/AAAAAAAAXxk/a5HW1qaQAKY/s1600/za31-17.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDWIykg4uOk/TzbKjvt0N4I/AAAAAAAAXxk/a5HW1qaQAKY/s400/za31-17.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... samen met papa,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5vNA8L5WFfM/TzbKg2TxrWI/AAAAAAAAXxI/NoqPSC-NhCg/s1600/za31-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5vNA8L5WFfM/TzbKg2TxrWI/AAAAAAAAXxI/NoqPSC-NhCg/s400/za31-13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; samen met Wesley.. samen met Jevon.. en toen mijn broertje wakker werd.. ook samen met mijn broertje.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0n8P0b4YEA/TzbKi6OMhmI/AAAAAAAAXxc/9Q8hUWyAmXE/s1600/za31-16.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0n8P0b4YEA/TzbKi6OMhmI/AAAAAAAAXxc/9Q8hUWyAmXE/s400/za31-16.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ze kunnen het goed bij ons in de straat .. vuurwerk afsteken.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MBrXa0q6HM/TzbKidWlvJI/AAAAAAAAXxU/phQ42LGEV9c/s1600/za31-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MBrXa0q6HM/TzbKidWlvJI/AAAAAAAAXxU/phQ42LGEV9c/s400/za31-15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Het was geweldig! Dáág 2011. Ik moet zeggen.. je was alweer stúkken beter dan 2009 en 2010.. maar toch had je nog 2 ongeplande operaties voor ons gezinnetje.. dat hadden we niet afgesproken. Zullen we 2012 nu eens helemaal zonder ellende doen?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Fj7YIvvx-U/TzbKeYQwarI/AAAAAAAAXwo/dC7eMQBl-Mk/s1600/za31-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats better then ending the year with good friends.. yummie food, family.. and tons of fireworks? Well? I don't know anything better. Mirjam and Dimitri were there. That by itself was fun. They ate at our house.. they brought yummie food (something special italian for sylvester.. and I forgot the name)&lt;br /&gt;But.. what they also brought.. were the princesses. That was so awesome! We ate some .. played some.. watched what was happening outside.. how little boys in our street played with fireworks. They gave us "pull-ropes" and "exploding peas" but... we were jealous.. we couldn't help it. Mom looked at Mirjam.. and Mirjam looked at mom .. and then we all hurried for some last minute shopping. We helped them buy the last kids-fireworks in our city. HA! Super fun.. and after we promised we would help clean it all up we fired away. Confetti bombs.. color pistols.. party poppers,trickers, sparklers, super sparklers, maxi sparklers. We were having big fun. In the evening I got to stay up. Untill it was 2012. I had no problems with staying up that late. I was unstoppable. I played with my kapla.. and chatted the night away. I had a few snacks.. and my brother.. well .. he thought it took a long time untill we were allowed to light fireworks. When it was time I was so hyper.. cant tell you how hyper I was. I lighted lots of fireworks with my daddy.. with my friends and neighbours Wesley and Jevon.. and when my brother woke up I lighted a lot with him. In our street they are pretty good with fireworks too.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome! Goodbye 2011. I have to say.. you were lots and lots better then 2009 and 2010 .. but you still had 2 unplanned operations for our lil family.&amp;nbsp; That wasn't the deal.. shall we try and have a normal 2012?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-2635815596922909938?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/2635815596922909938/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=2635815596922909938' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/2635815596922909938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/2635815596922909938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/kindervuurwerk.html' title='Kindervuurwerk'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Fj7YIvvx-U/TzbKeYQwarI/AAAAAAAAXwo/dC7eMQBl-Mk/s72-c/za31-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-7658499515931196658</id><published>2011-12-30T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T20:52:04.154+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><title type='text'>Noah verwendag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIG3Hy7crAc/TzbFqZ0zw4I/AAAAAAAAXuI/ozJz_lJSOwU/s1600/vr30-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De Noah verwendag was het. Ik mocht mijn nieuwe Mickey vest aan.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIG3Hy7crAc/TzbFqZ0zw4I/AAAAAAAAXuI/ozJz_lJSOwU/s1600/vr30-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AQrMXxnzFQ/TzbFrEooFiI/AAAAAAAAXuQ/NhCEwcES05w/s1600/vr30-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AQrMXxnzFQ/TzbFrEooFiI/AAAAAAAAXuQ/NhCEwcES05w/s400/vr30-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en mama kocht een prachtige Mickey muts voor me.. die past erbij. Ik vond het cooler om hem er achterstevoren op te zetten. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIG3Hy7crAc/TzbFqZ0zw4I/AAAAAAAAXuI/ozJz_lJSOwU/s1600/vr30-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIG3Hy7crAc/TzbFqZ0zw4I/AAAAAAAAXuI/ozJz_lJSOwU/s400/vr30-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa verwende mama.. en maakte haar lievelingsvlees&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZA6qzHHPUM/TzbFsV5tpyI/AAAAAAAAXuU/lO-o8vLjl7A/s1600/vr30-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZA6qzHHPUM/TzbFsV5tpyI/AAAAAAAAXuU/lO-o8vLjl7A/s400/vr30-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Mooi op tijd zo aan het eind van het jaar.. voor de goede voornemens voor 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Spoil Noah day. I got to wear my new Mickey vest.. and mom bought a new Mickey hat for me.. it goes together perfectly. I did think it was cooler if you put it on with Mickey on the back side. Daddy spoiled mom rotten and made her favorite food. Right in time.. before the new year resolutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-7658499515931196658?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7658499515931196658/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=7658499515931196658' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7658499515931196658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7658499515931196658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/noah-verwendag.html' title='Noah verwendag'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AQrMXxnzFQ/TzbFrEooFiI/AAAAAAAAXuQ/NhCEwcES05w/s72-c/vr30-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3858729915932489801</id><published>2011-12-29T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T13:04:57.757+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>♥ Samen ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xml4DB450BI/TzZKXYLWZoI/AAAAAAAAXuA/gjeEyFTjRVg/s1600/do29-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ik was toch zo jalours op Amber. Ze mocht schaatsen en schaatsen.. en iedereen bleef maar tegen mij zeggen dat ik te klein was. Ik plofte zowat van boosheid. Ik wil OOK!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xml4DB450BI/TzZKXYLWZoI/AAAAAAAAXuA/gjeEyFTjRVg/s1600/do29-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xml4DB450BI/TzZKXYLWZoI/AAAAAAAAXuA/gjeEyFTjRVg/s400/do29-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papa zei dat ik dan eerst maar eens moest kijken of ik talent had op skeelers.. en voordat ik skeelers probeerde.. moest ik maar oefenen op rolschaatsen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hWuDo88B8Rw/TzZKV4EnrSI/AAAAAAAAXto/sghsPzAieGY/s1600/do29-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hWuDo88B8Rw/TzZKV4EnrSI/AAAAAAAAXto/sghsPzAieGY/s400/do29-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dus.. mocht ik de roze rolschaatsen van Amber lenen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYzBrC0km1Q/TzZKWcGIyPI/AAAAAAAAXts/nMB5zdusSRU/s1600/do29-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYzBrC0km1Q/TzZKWcGIyPI/AAAAAAAAXts/nMB5zdusSRU/s400/do29-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Als het lukt.. en ik kan het.. dan krijg ik eigen rolschaatsen.. niet- roze zeg maar. Het was best moeilijk.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKb0HSFG5DU/TzZKXICc_MI/AAAAAAAAXtw/YYgosirzHUw/s1600/do29-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKb0HSFG5DU/TzZKXICc_MI/AAAAAAAAXtw/YYgosirzHUw/s400/do29-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;maar het mooie van mijn zus is dat ze me helpt. Heel erg helpen.. zodat ik het snel leer. Want zij is al goed.. die zus van me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was so terribly jealous. Amber got to skate and skate.. and everybody kept telling me that I was too little to skate. I got so extremely annoyed I almost exploded. I want to skate too!! Daddy said I had to test if I was talented on skeelers.. and before I tested the skeelers I had to test if I was able to move quick on rollerskates. So .. I got to borrow Amber's pink ones. If I can do it.. I will get my own.. not the pink ones so to speak. It's pretty had.. but the most beautiful thing of all is sister love.. she helped me.. so I would be able to skeeler pretty fast. My sister ROCKS!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3858729915932489801?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3858729915932489801/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3858729915932489801' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3858729915932489801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3858729915932489801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/samen.html' title='♥ Samen ♥'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xml4DB450BI/TzZKXYLWZoI/AAAAAAAAXuA/gjeEyFTjRVg/s72-c/do29-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5491714016541340518</id><published>2011-12-28T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T11:59:09.074+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Bij Muirne op bezoek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSca4it-znA/TzY8V6cfcnI/AAAAAAAAXso/V3dC1BfUWMg/s1600/wo28-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het was de laatste ochtend bij apa en ama. Mama maakte nog een foto van de mooie Kerst Humel. De kersthummel is er een van een prachtig verhaal..en een wijze les.. over kleine lettertjes enzo bij speciale aanbiedingen.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSca4it-znA/TzY8V6cfcnI/AAAAAAAAXso/V3dC1BfUWMg/s1600/wo28-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSca4it-znA/TzY8V6cfcnI/AAAAAAAAXso/V3dC1BfUWMg/s400/wo28-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama is de trotse bezitter van 20 van die prachtige kerst ster Hummels.. waarvan de eerste een speciale aanbieding was en voor een belachelijk laag bedrag verkocht werd.. maar.. het betekende ook dat je de andere moest kopen.. voor een HEEL ander bedrag! Mama moest verschrikkelijk lachen van het verhaal.. Ama 20 jaar later een beetje.. met kiespijn zeg maar..&lt;br /&gt;We gingen op bezoek bij Yvette.. die is verhuisd en woont nou veel dichter bij ama en apa dan bij ons zeg maar. We hadden haar nieuwe huis nog niet gezien.. en haar trouwalbum. Haar neefjes waren er aan het logeren en we speelden een potje Uno en ik beheerste me verschrikkelijk&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5R3sVb1WCyg/TzY8WX2KOyI/AAAAAAAAXss/IvzvFGa06eI/s1600/wo28-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5R3sVb1WCyg/TzY8WX2KOyI/AAAAAAAAXss/IvzvFGa06eI/s400/wo28-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ik ben zo dol op Muirne &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmVB6oBbOJI/TzY8aYiVppI/AAAAAAAAXtg/OumAyr-KuMQ/s1600/wo28-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmVB6oBbOJI/TzY8aYiVppI/AAAAAAAAXtg/OumAyr-KuMQ/s400/wo28-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maar ik mag niet met haar spelen van mama omdat Muirne niet tegen wild kan door haar pijne pootje en ik.. al snel enthousiast word zeg maar&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2n0csMMASeE/TzY8Y1lM21I/AAAAAAAAXtQ/gbzc22ccP9E/s1600/wo28-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2n0csMMASeE/TzY8Y1lM21I/AAAAAAAAXtQ/gbzc22ccP9E/s400/wo28-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. Yvette wist gelukkig spelletjes waarbij Muirne&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NvOv1zd7Sk/TzY8Z-Qlx-I/AAAAAAAAXtU/4zfpHq3qZlY/s1600/wo28-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NvOv1zd7Sk/TzY8Z-Qlx-I/AAAAAAAAXtU/4zfpHq3qZlY/s400/wo28-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; geen pijn aan haar poot krijgt. We speelden verstoppertje met de bal.. voor uren en uren.. en toen mocht ik ook nog een beetje stoeien.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmZGUyvd0I0/TzY8YPH6YkI/AAAAAAAAXtE/cT8GkOtRH3c/s1600/wo28-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmZGUyvd0I0/TzY8YPH6YkI/AAAAAAAAXtE/cT8GkOtRH3c/s400/wo28-5.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah speelde uren met de neefjes.. met de Wii. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_mcobyCVEzg/TzY8XXvjDkI/AAAAAAAAXs8/8RpPUj_7mR0/s1600/wo28-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_mcobyCVEzg/TzY8XXvjDkI/AAAAAAAAXs8/8RpPUj_7mR0/s400/wo28-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ze raceten en raceten en Noah won op spectaculaire wijze iedere keer weer.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jAlIaastZbg/TzY8W9QCKzI/AAAAAAAAXs0/m4FdxXHlKgM/s1600/wo28-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jAlIaastZbg/TzY8W9QCKzI/AAAAAAAAXs0/m4FdxXHlKgM/s640/wo28-3.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hij had de dag van zijn leven.. ik moest nog uren aanhoren hoe hij 2 hele grote jongens had ingemaakt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day in grandma and grandpa's house. Mommy took another pic of the beautiful christmas star Hummel. There is a beautiful story and a lesson to that one.. about the small print in contracts and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is the proud owner of 20 of those beautiful stars.. the first one was sold for a rediculous small amount.. and she was so happy she bought.. thinking she was sighning just so they would ship it to her.. Very surprised when they shipped 20 of those beautiful stars.. and the other 19... were sold for a completely different amount.. - 60 times the amount she paid for number 1.&lt;br /&gt;Mom almost rolled over the floor laughing.. and 20 years later.. grandma is able to smile now.. well.. just a little. We went to visit Yvette. She moved and lives even more close to grandma and grandpa then to us. We didn't see her new house yet.. and her wedding photo album. Her nephews&amp;nbsp; were staying over and we played a game of Uno.. I was sitting on my hands trying not to play with Muirne. I love Muirne sooo much.. but she hurt her foot and she cannot play wild games anymore. As for me and for goes.. it's hard for us not too play wild games. We get super mega enthousiastic . Thank goodness Yvette knew games that would be perfect for Muirne. We played hide and seek with the ball.. for hours and hours.. and then I did get to play a lil bit more wild.. at the end..for a short time. Noah played computergames for hours with the nephews.. they raced and raced and Noah won spectacular.. over and over again. He was having the time of his life and I had to listen for hours how he beat 2 much bigger boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5491714016541340518?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5491714016541340518/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5491714016541340518' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5491714016541340518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5491714016541340518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/bij-muirne-op-bezoek.html' title='Bij Muirne op bezoek'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSca4it-znA/TzY8V6cfcnI/AAAAAAAAXso/V3dC1BfUWMg/s72-c/wo28-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Helmond, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>51.4792547 5.6570096</georss:point><georss:box>51.439698199999995 5.5780456 51.5188112 5.7359736</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-8934015332009894953</id><published>2011-12-27T09:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T09:53:02.725+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Hallo mobiele brigade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFL3BaxGccI/TzItKYq1yoI/AAAAAAAAXpg/sD2Jkkj3OZU/s1600/di27-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama kreeg vanochtend helemaal de slappe lach. We hadden een ernstig mobiel momentje zeg maar. Apa heeft een enorme computer&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFL3BaxGccI/TzItKYq1yoI/AAAAAAAAXpg/sD2Jkkj3OZU/s1600/di27-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFL3BaxGccI/TzItKYq1yoI/AAAAAAAAXpg/sD2Jkkj3OZU/s400/di27-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Die is fantastisch om de spelletjes op facebook te kunnen spelen. Ik leerde Apa farmvillen en Castlevillen. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fKiU5PKB0Tw/TzItLiffUrI/AAAAAAAAXpk/t-a3YfIRZmw/s1600/di27-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fKiU5PKB0Tw/TzItLiffUrI/AAAAAAAAXpk/t-a3YfIRZmw/s400/di27-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama wilde ook facebooken en had de laptop van Tante Lotte meegekregen en Noah leende mijn DS. Ama had gewoon helemaal geen tijd om te bloggen. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5RMq4rAe5k/TzItM8CYn7I/AAAAAAAAXpw/d2QCIUAhjj4/s1600/di27-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5RMq4rAe5k/TzItM8CYn7I/AAAAAAAAXpw/d2QCIUAhjj4/s400/di27-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In de middag werd het tijd om wat anders te doen dan "beeldschermstaren". We gingen naar Magisch Maastricht.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8yQc_I0xnc/TzItT-jzqKI/AAAAAAAAXqM/Uh0aJ7X0cGI/s1600/di27-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In de parkeergarage hadden ze een prachtige tentoonstelling van allemaal autootjes&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qM2x0_moZc8/TzItPc2qtlI/AAAAAAAAXp0/TcRTlkCr78U/s1600/di27-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qM2x0_moZc8/TzItPc2qtlI/AAAAAAAAXp0/TcRTlkCr78U/s400/di27-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en de winkelstraten waren zo mooi &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHaJ_nEKq_k/TzItSgEPKuI/AAAAAAAAXqE/omr3X8XqkIo/s1600/di27-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHaJ_nEKq_k/TzItSgEPKuI/AAAAAAAAXqE/omr3X8XqkIo/s400/di27-6.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;met allemaal lichtjes.. Er waren prachtige winkels&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8yQc_I0xnc/TzItT-jzqKI/AAAAAAAAXqM/Uh0aJ7X0cGI/s1600/di27-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8yQc_I0xnc/TzItT-jzqKI/AAAAAAAAXqM/Uh0aJ7X0cGI/s400/di27-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en er was zelfs een boekenwinkel in een oude kerk &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXbO0ETggb8/TzItVRURamI/AAAAAAAAXqY/jFUHLkD3JYs/s1600/di27-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXbO0ETggb8/TzItVRURamI/AAAAAAAAXqY/jFUHLkD3JYs/s400/di27-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;met een restaurantje op het altaar. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fGh8Zfa5nM/TzItX22jJXI/AAAAAAAAXqc/yqjJiWQPvAU/s1600/di27-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fGh8Zfa5nM/TzItX22jJXI/AAAAAAAAXqc/yqjJiWQPvAU/s400/di27-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helemaal gek. Toen zagen we het reuzenrad en was eigenlijk het hek van de dam. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yuRVzBF2xGc/TzItYg50btI/AAAAAAAAXqk/jxxBj5MCgjc/s1600/di27-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yuRVzBF2xGc/TzItYg50btI/AAAAAAAAXqk/jxxBj5MCgjc/s400/di27-10.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daar wilden we naartoe! Ik ging rondjes schaatsen op het Vrijthof. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEtVbCfE5WQ/TzItfRxM9II/AAAAAAAAXrE/hksMJ6ADlR0/s1600/di27-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEtVbCfE5WQ/TzItfRxM9II/AAAAAAAAXrE/hksMJ6ADlR0/s400/di27-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama vond de locatie ontzettend leuk..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UroLRMf8WUU/TzItc8xP_0I/AAAAAAAAXrA/TlSSW-BXUNE/s1600/di27-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UroLRMf8WUU/TzItc8xP_0I/AAAAAAAAXrA/TlSSW-BXUNE/s400/di27-13.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ik vond de activiteit gewoon het aller leukste. Noah ging rondjes draaien &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxmsSxbV8V0/TzItbzwEYeI/AAAAAAAAXq0/J3iC37VoInQ/s1600/di27-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxmsSxbV8V0/TzItbzwEYeI/AAAAAAAAXq0/J3iC37VoInQ/s400/di27-12.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;op de caroussel en keek naar de lasershow.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BFBVpCvom6M/TzItacjHKmI/AAAAAAAAXqs/qBrr2EM14ms/s1600/di27-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BFBVpCvom6M/TzItacjHKmI/AAAAAAAAXqs/qBrr2EM14ms/s400/di27-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toen was het tijd voor koek en zopie &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBRrK_6j95A/TzItiWxfsbI/AAAAAAAAXrU/Ewht83aGzOg/s1600/di27-16.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBRrK_6j95A/TzItiWxfsbI/AAAAAAAAXrU/Ewht83aGzOg/s400/di27-16.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en aten we de lekkerste patat (&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EY_8hKlwXHg/TzItgEtqZHI/AAAAAAAAXrQ/W9ZhcoS8SXM/s1600/di27-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EY_8hKlwXHg/TzItgEtqZHI/AAAAAAAAXrQ/W9ZhcoS8SXM/s400/di27-15.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;die heten hier "frietjes") van Maastricht. We deden super ons best om lief te zijn&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFlRbcT-jKg/TzItjNCt9YI/AAAAAAAAXrc/pEuTAyjvViQ/s1600/di27-17.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFlRbcT-jKg/TzItjNCt9YI/AAAAAAAAXrc/pEuTAyjvViQ/s400/di27-17.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en na afloop mochten we dus met mama&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bc-vvT0Eag/TzItkdfQhdI/AAAAAAAAXrk/F74wAEV44Ko/s1600/di27-18.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bc-vvT0Eag/TzItkdfQhdI/AAAAAAAAXrk/F74wAEV44Ko/s400/di27-18.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en apa in het reuzenrad&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ifkrTOGWsHg/TzItlc5EXEI/AAAAAAAAXrs/V1fFyapcwGw/s1600/di27-19.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ifkrTOGWsHg/TzItlc5EXEI/AAAAAAAAXrs/V1fFyapcwGw/s400/di27-19.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. De lichtjes waren waanzinnig mooi. Mama deed erg haar best om foto's te maken van de mooie lichtjes maar met de wind en het bewegen was het allemaal knap waardeloos. Je kon wel mijn ijsbaan zien liggen.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvtbbRFF7PE/TzItmb_WvvI/AAAAAAAAXr0/7F0urd-bhEk/s1600/di27-20.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvtbbRFF7PE/TzItmb_WvvI/AAAAAAAAXr0/7F0urd-bhEk/s400/di27-20.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dat was wèl leuk! Het was een super leuke dag en toen we naar huis gingen had ama haar mobiele momentje. Ze sms-te naar de Ronald Mc Donald kerstboom op het plein. Het geld van de sms ging naar het goede doel - het Ronald Mc Donald huis- maar het sms-je&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fFyuaEwaW0/TzItpvPLl-I/AAAAAAAAXsI/b1lT9D99AQA/s1600/di27-22.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fFyuaEwaW0/TzItpvPLl-I/AAAAAAAAXsI/b1lT9D99AQA/s400/di27-22.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zorgde ervoor dat de boom groen werd.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-63FZ7snVp78/TzItn4ZuGwI/AAAAAAAAXr8/YZW3hRCAYcc/s1600/di27-21.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-63FZ7snVp78/TzItn4ZuGwI/AAAAAAAAXr8/YZW3hRCAYcc/s400/di27-21.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. en rood en blauw. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-95492n-H94A/TzItr_uQsNI/AAAAAAAAXsQ/heKZeemF2CI/s1600/di27-23.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-95492n-H94A/TzItr_uQsNI/AAAAAAAAXsQ/heKZeemF2CI/s400/di27-23.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het was helemaal leuk!! 's Nachts heb ik wel vaak nachtmerries.. maar het mooie is .. dat als mijn broertje bij me is..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_B4xYiEkaY/TzItuJ62HrI/AAAAAAAAXsU/OprN1Cjw9EU/s1600/di27-24.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_B4xYiEkaY/TzItuJ62HrI/AAAAAAAAXsU/OprN1Cjw9EU/s400/di27-24.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ik me helemaal veilig voel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had to laugh so hard today. We had a serious "mobile moment" Grandpa has a huge computer. It's mega fantastic to play facebook games on. I taught grandpa how to play farmville and Castleville. Mom wanted to facebook too so she got Aunt Lotte's notebook and Noah borrowed my DS. Grandma was without a computer and didn't get a chance to blog.In the afternoon it was time to do something else then "screenstaring". We went to Magical Maastricht. In the parking garage they had a huge exhibition of cars... the streets and the shops were decorated beautifully.. with thousands of lights.. There even was a bookstore in an old church with a restaurant on the isle. Awesome! They we saw the huge ferriswheel and we couldn't wait anymore. Thats where we wanted to go. I skated on the skatering on the "Vrijthof". Mommy loved the location.. I just loved the location. Noah got to play on the merry go round and watch a lasershow. we went for something to eat and tried our best to be as sweet as possible and when it was done we got to go in the Ferris Wheel. THe lights were beautiful. Mom tried her best to take pictures but because of the wind and the movement it was close to impossible. I did see the iceskating ring.. that was fun. I had a wonderfull day and when we went home grandma had her mobile moment. She played with the Ronald Mc Donald christmastree on the square. The money of the text msg went to a good cause.. and the sms let you choose the color of the tree. So grandma turned it red and green and blue. It was totally fun! At night I suffer from nightmares.. lots of them.. but when my brother is with me I feel safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-8934015332009894953?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/8934015332009894953/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=8934015332009894953' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8934015332009894953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8934015332009894953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/hallo-mobiele-brigade.html' title='Hallo mobiele brigade'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFL3BaxGccI/TzItKYq1yoI/AAAAAAAAXpg/sD2Jkkj3OZU/s72-c/di27-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Maastricht, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>50.8513682 5.6909725</georss:point><georss:box>50.7711702 5.533044 50.931566200000006 5.848901</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5817373282431363855</id><published>2011-12-26T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:22:10.068+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Irene en Avonturenland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxBRbyxwDac/TzGSvru_fxI/AAAAAAAAXoI/tTutXbQjAPo/s1600/ma26-11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wij werden helemaal kierewiet van het binnen zitten. Het weer was niet bepaald super mooi.. mama had graag mooi weer gehad zodat we buiten konden spelen of naar het bos of zo .. maar het mooie weer was thuis in Den Helder.. niet in Zuid Limburg. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spqJcvKui3g/TzGSwnQthwI/AAAAAAAAXoM/UopSORjo8Fg/s1600/ma26-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spqJcvKui3g/TzGSwnQthwI/AAAAAAAAXoM/UopSORjo8Fg/s400/ma26-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We gingen naar Avonturenland, een soort van Ballorig maar dan anders. Het was fantastisch! We renden 26 rondjes tot we een klein beetje moe werden&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xukiuB4XAWY/TzGSxvl5rAI/AAAAAAAAXoU/Vs94dI4MA9A/s1600/ma26-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xukiuB4XAWY/TzGSxvl5rAI/AAAAAAAAXoU/Vs94dI4MA9A/s400/ma26-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en toen was het tijd om een huis te gaan bouwen. Ze hebben hele grote lego stenen en dat is super leuk&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WlIxqHbjc-M/TzGS5DBDzMI/AAAAAAAAXpA/RCRUCEc0S90/s1600/ma26-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WlIxqHbjc-M/TzGS5DBDzMI/AAAAAAAAXpA/RCRUCEc0S90/s400/ma26-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Mama vond het ook allemaal ontzettend leuk en bouwde met ons mee. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q24CDggXN_U/TzGS6UENGzI/AAAAAAAAXpE/3qj4x09xIhU/s1600/ma26-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q24CDggXN_U/TzGS6UENGzI/AAAAAAAAXpE/3qj4x09xIhU/s400/ma26-8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toen alles klaar was kropen wij door het "raam" naar binnen en naar buiten .. maar het was wel een piepklein raampje. Noah wilde mama erin hebben.. en mama probeerde Noah uit te leggen dat haar voet er nauwelijks in zou passen..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7D4YOwBlWI/TzGS2nsppYI/AAAAAAAAXo4/fbMcoAcVo4s/s1600/ma26-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7D4YOwBlWI/TzGS2nsppYI/AAAAAAAAXo4/fbMcoAcVo4s/s400/ma26-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; maar hij dacht er anders over. Mama keek naar binnen en toen begon Noah te duwen. Keihard.. hij liep zelfs tegen de netwand omhoog om kracht te zetten&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZcdqvxYWpQ/TzGS1M3n0aI/AAAAAAAAXos/54uAalQEwoA/s1600/ma26-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZcdqvxYWpQ/TzGS1M3n0aI/AAAAAAAAXos/54uAalQEwoA/s400/ma26-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Iedereen moest keihard lachen.. we hadden dikke dikke pret. We speelden nog wat op de rodelbaan... ik mocht niet skiënd naar beneden.. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLLTwPZEL4Q/TzGSzGFw4OI/AAAAAAAAXog/JnGxjzPT_NU/s1600/ma26-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLLTwPZEL4Q/TzGSzGFw4OI/AAAAAAAAXog/JnGxjzPT_NU/s400/ma26-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dat vond mama te gevaarlijk. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GzGinvzkYM/TzGS0fsP9SI/AAAAAAAAXok/1tm9fftVjVI/s1600/ma26-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GzGinvzkYM/TzGS0fsP9SI/AAAAAAAAXok/1tm9fftVjVI/s400/ma26-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thuis zagen we dat mama's beste vriendin van de lagere school ook voor de kerst bij haar ouders was.. Haar ouders zijn de buren van apa en ama.. en zij heeft ook kindjes.. en die zijn een paar jaar ouder dan ik. Ik had kleertjes gekregen van haar dochter en dus gingen we even kijken en handjes geven en dankjewel zeggen. Ook deze beste vriendin had mama voor het laatst in het echt gezien voor we geboren waren.. maar ja .. ze komt ook niet zo heel vaak in het zuiden. Het was een beetje spannend allemaal.. al die vreemde mensen. Wat wel weer leuk was... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_j8cxFWYo00/TzGS7ZqVDhI/AAAAAAAAXpM/uoZJfJSyflw/s1600/ma26-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_j8cxFWYo00/TzGS7ZqVDhI/AAAAAAAAXpM/uoZJfJSyflw/s400/ma26-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was dat ik tassen vol cadeautjes kreeg.. barbies met barbiekleertjes en auto's &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AaCFNrvLCwo/TzGS8kvf3vI/AAAAAAAAXpY/FC-9kAi6YS0/s1600/ma26-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AaCFNrvLCwo/TzGS8kvf3vI/AAAAAAAAXpY/FC-9kAi6YS0/s400/ma26-10.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en een hele tas vol met Diddl spullen. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxBRbyxwDac/TzGSvru_fxI/AAAAAAAAXoI/tTutXbQjAPo/s1600/ma26-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxBRbyxwDac/TzGSvru_fxI/AAAAAAAAXoI/tTutXbQjAPo/s400/ma26-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De meisjes gaan naar de middelbare school dus ze zijn er een beetje groot voor geworden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was horrible and we got totally restless from so much sitting inside.. mommy hoped and wished for great weather so we would be able to go and play outside but the beautiful weather stayed in our home town.. not in the south. We drove to Adventure land.. an indoor playground. We totally loved it. We ran 26 rounds untill we got a tad tired and then it was time to build a house. They have large lego and that was super fun. Mom loved it all too and build with us. When it was ready we crawled through the "window" but it was a tiny window. Noah wanted mom inside but her foot hardly fit inside.. he thought different. Noah's theory is always "push hard enough and then you will get what you want.. even if you have to walk the ceiling" Everybody had to laugh this time.. laugh and laugh. We played on the roller track and I wasn't allowed to ski down. Mom thought it was too dangerous. At home we visited mom's best friend from elementary. She was home for christmas too. Her parents and our grandparents are neighbours. She has a daughter and I allready got some clothes from her through grandma... and mom wanted to give her a hug and say thank you. Mom also saw this best friend last before we were born.. but then she doesn't visit the south that much. It was all a bit weird.. all those strange people. It was a bit scary.. but what wás fun was the barbies.. and barbieclothes and car and wardrobe and the large bag of Diddl stuff I got. The girls are going to highschool.. they are getting too big for barbies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5817373282431363855?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5817373282431363855/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5817373282431363855' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5817373282431363855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5817373282431363855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/irene-en-avonturenland.html' title='Irene en Avonturenland'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spqJcvKui3g/TzGSwnQthwI/AAAAAAAAXoM/UopSORjo8Fg/s72-c/ma26-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Heerlen, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>50.8881742 5.9794988</georss:point><georss:box>50.8080402 5.8215703 50.9683082 6.1374273</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-6293687624126854597</id><published>2011-12-25T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:50:57.099+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Relaxte kerst</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32ZhAvrRdhw/TzF-ihlV9rI/AAAAAAAAXmw/TF1JEH5fuyg/s1600/zo25-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eerste kerstdag was supermega relaxed. 's Ochtends waren we weer bij ome Ralph voor het Kerstontbijt. We zijn niet zo heel vaak met de hele familie bij elkaar dus moesten we even een "fun momentje met de tripod".&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32ZhAvrRdhw/TzF-ihlV9rI/AAAAAAAAXmw/TF1JEH5fuyg/s1600/zo25-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32ZhAvrRdhw/TzF-ihlV9rI/AAAAAAAAXmw/TF1JEH5fuyg/s400/zo25-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leuk voor de herinnering.. en ook leuk om Apa en Ama even samen op de foto te zetten met hun "klein spul". &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GYC3fJGI9DU/TzF-jK9LrYI/AAAAAAAAXm0/7LGl7OigE08/s1600/zo25-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GYC3fJGI9DU/TzF-jK9LrYI/AAAAAAAAXm0/7LGl7OigE08/s400/zo25-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We kregen een klein tafeltje met heerlijke hapjes&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KFWueMHcXtg/TzF-ji4tKoI/AAAAAAAAXnA/EZ_SrI18Mco/s1600/zo25-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KFWueMHcXtg/TzF-ji4tKoI/AAAAAAAAXnA/EZ_SrI18Mco/s400/zo25-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. dingen die we gewoon heel lekker vonden.. en de groters kregen ook eten dat ze heel heel lekker vonden.. en daarna..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ti-y1NI2d4A/TzF-lJND-JI/AAAAAAAAXnE/IRLZ4IlfMeg/s1600/zo25-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ti-y1NI2d4A/TzF-lJND-JI/AAAAAAAAXnE/IRLZ4IlfMeg/s400/zo25-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vonden de grote mannen in de familie het nodig om lekker te "chillen"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9MSNEU9ZJs/TzF-lZHOlRI/AAAAAAAAXnQ/7AqW8SffKfA/s1600/zo25-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9MSNEU9ZJs/TzF-lZHOlRI/AAAAAAAAXnQ/7AqW8SffKfA/s400/zo25-5.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en de kleine mannen deden dat ook&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQz_S-Cic1g/TzF-nJEJYeI/AAAAAAAAXnc/xTcrUK34wQw/s1600/zo25-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQz_S-Cic1g/TzF-nJEJYeI/AAAAAAAAXnc/xTcrUK34wQw/s400/zo25-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7H1DJA2Jvok/TzF-mr_S0TI/AAAAAAAAXnU/JZgRzfcIzmo/s1600/zo25-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. met een hoog "Cars-gehalte". Je kunt trouwens ook dromen van Cars&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7H1DJA2Jvok/TzF-mr_S0TI/AAAAAAAAXnU/JZgRzfcIzmo/s1600/zo25-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7H1DJA2Jvok/TzF-mr_S0TI/AAAAAAAAXnU/JZgRzfcIzmo/s400/zo25-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. 's Middags gingen we op bezoek bij Daniëlle.. mama's beste vriendin van de middelbare school. Ze hadden elkaar al jaren niet in het echie gezien.. ze had mij en mijn broertje nog nooit in het echie gezien.. wel van het blog enzo.. en bellen.. en kaartjes. Kerst was een goeie dag om écht langs te gaan..We moesten een eindje rijden door het limburgse landschap en mama had last van nostalgie.. enorme nostalgie.. toen we langs een veld met suikerbieten reden moest er vol geremd worden.. stuurde de auto het veld in.. de deur ging open.. de achterklep ging open en "hop".. er vloog zomaar een suikerbiet naar binnen.. (mama had ze al ruim een kwart eeuw niet meer gegeten.. en dan breekt nood alle wetten.) In de avond gingen we samen gourmetten. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AIRA_4gt6BU/TzF-psTGucI/AAAAAAAAXnw/iOM_-7fWtxY/s1600/zo25-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AIRA_4gt6BU/TzF-psTGucI/AAAAAAAAXnw/iOM_-7fWtxY/s400/zo25-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We zijn dol op samen bakken.. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--vSX-E2fO5g/TzF-slg71lI/AAAAAAAAXn8/L9MQB_0_Ouo/s1600/zo25-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--vSX-E2fO5g/TzF-slg71lI/AAAAAAAAXn8/L9MQB_0_Ouo/s400/zo25-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daarna las ik nog een beetje in mijn meester Max boek&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nk1jJwJwloo/TzF-n7weD_I/AAAAAAAAXno/40IyXelkkgc/s1600/zo25-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nk1jJwJwloo/TzF-n7weD_I/AAAAAAAAXno/40IyXelkkgc/s400/zo25-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en mama probeerde zichzelf kersterig te fotograferen.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ELJd8zv-r2s/TzF-r99I4TI/AAAAAAAAXn4/3KxPLdBOKXQ/s1600/zo25-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ELJd8zv-r2s/TzF-r99I4TI/AAAAAAAAXn4/3KxPLdBOKXQ/s400/zo25-10.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of christmas was so super mega relaxed. In the morning we were at uncle Ralph's for christmas breakfast. It's not often that the complete family is together so we had to have our "moment of tripod fun". Fun for memories..and also fun for grandma and grandpa to have their picture taken with the "lil ones". We had our own table with yummie food. Stuff we liked lots.. and the grownups got stuff théy really really liked. After that.. the big guys in our family wanted to "chill" and the lil ones did the same.. only with a huge amount of "cars". It's also possible to dream about Cars btw. In the afternoon we visited Daniëlle... mom's best friend from high school. They hadn't seen eachother for years... she never even saw me and my baby brother for real.. she did see us on the blog and stuff.. and they called and wrote cards. Christmas was a great moment to catch up. Mom was in a nostalgic mood in general. In the south they have huge fields of sugar beets and mom didn't have one for more then 1/4 century. She did tell us about that however... but when she saw it.. the car went off road in a heartbeat.. parked in the mids of the field.. the door opened.. the trunk opened.. in flew a sugar beet and she left with the speed of light.. (not the way it's supposed to be.. you can't just "take stuff".. but sometimes you have a really really good excuse) In the evening we had dinner all together again and later I read my new book and mom tried to take christmassy photo's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-6293687624126854597?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6293687624126854597/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=6293687624126854597' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6293687624126854597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6293687624126854597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/relaxte-kerst.html' title='Relaxte kerst'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32ZhAvrRdhw/TzF-ihlV9rI/AAAAAAAAXmw/TF1JEH5fuyg/s72-c/zo25-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Brunssum, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>50.941017 5.976399</georss:point><georss:box>50.921006000000006 5.936917 50.961028 6.015880999999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-7929162980106390289</id><published>2011-12-24T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:31:57.678+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Planking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOOcNTR3Dys/Ty7NKcvXzhI/AAAAAAAAXi8/IkSAzWeLDCs/s1600/za24-30.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We vertrokken naar Limburg om daar Kerst te gaan vieren met Apa en Ama, Ome Ralph en Tante Lotte, Tygo en Evi.Welkom waren we. Erg erg welkom. We zagen er natuurlijk prachtig uit.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OmavQKP2mrw/Ty7NMSuYN-I/AAAAAAAAXjY/9ZBh0DFPprU/s1600/za24-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OmavQKP2mrw/Ty7NMSuYN-I/AAAAAAAAXjY/9ZBh0DFPprU/s400/za24-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. en werden binnengehaald alsof we de koning en de koningin waren. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDZH2urYYYI/Ty7NLWDLUNI/AAAAAAAAXjQ/kgD3WOzMDB8/s1600/za24-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDZH2urYYYI/Ty7NLWDLUNI/AAAAAAAAXjQ/kgD3WOzMDB8/s400/za24-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tygo en Evi hadden heerlijke koekjes gebakken.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-24MoPA-AERE/Ty7NKqFzHsI/AAAAAAAAXjA/RlKJkdvq0T4/s1600/za24-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-24MoPA-AERE/Ty7NKqFzHsI/AAAAAAAAXjA/RlKJkdvq0T4/s400/za24-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en er waren super super mooie chocolaatjes. Zo een mooie chocolaatjes heb je echt nog nooit in je leven gezien.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3IyMd-9JmU/Ty7NLPFW2-I/AAAAAAAAXjE/m_FwjZi1XZs/s1600/za24-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3IyMd-9JmU/Ty7NLPFW2-I/AAAAAAAAXjE/m_FwjZi1XZs/s400/za24-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Het was verdomde moeilijk om ervan af te blijven&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfETrexiVE8/Ty7NOOPdXSI/AAAAAAAAXjo/1_aKLwuXkwc/s1600/za24-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfETrexiVE8/Ty7NOOPdXSI/AAAAAAAAXjo/1_aKLwuXkwc/s400/za24-7.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. echt.. verdomde moeilijk.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDNEbODR27c/Ty7NNmKlz5I/AAAAAAAAXjg/HoIYth9QS7U/s1600/za24-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDNEbODR27c/Ty7NNmKlz5I/AAAAAAAAXjg/HoIYth9QS7U/s400/za24-6.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Er waren kusjes en&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_GISqvqG4w/Ty7NNc_wQsI/AAAAAAAAXjc/3KOtKgOv8Ec/s1600/za24-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_GISqvqG4w/Ty7NNc_wQsI/AAAAAAAAXjc/3KOtKgOv8Ec/s400/za24-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; knuffels.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k749wq1ngVM/Ty7NQZTbGeI/AAAAAAAAXkE/wP844hgfO7k/s1600/za24-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k749wq1ngVM/Ty7NQZTbGeI/AAAAAAAAXkE/wP844hgfO7k/s400/za24-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We speelden samen .. moesten van die enorme stapel cadeautjes afblijven&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSS1P6Di_2A/Ty7NPFGiRVI/AAAAAAAAXj0/vYJR_D-gUP0/s1600/za24-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSS1P6Di_2A/Ty7NPFGiRVI/AAAAAAAAXj0/vYJR_D-gUP0/s400/za24-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en genieten van het uitzicht. Het huis was prachtig versierd en bij elke versiering stonden Tapas.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_uQ4YbkBN8/Ty7NOrjFnrI/AAAAAAAAXjs/ZavhA4_yMKE/s1600/za24-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_uQ4YbkBN8/Ty7NOrjFnrI/AAAAAAAAXjs/ZavhA4_yMKE/s400/za24-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De salontafel stond bom en bom vol met tapas.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_rl5M0kE_k/Ty7NP2BZ4cI/AAAAAAAAXj8/XgTkXu_BmyQ/s1600/za24-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_rl5M0kE_k/Ty7NP2BZ4cI/AAAAAAAAXj8/XgTkXu_BmyQ/s400/za24-10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ome Ralph had ook aan ons gedacht..en dus kregen wij heerlijke kindersnacks. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khTPbSum1F4/Ty7NRFscqHI/AAAAAAAAXkU/tunyE9mAbls/s1600/za24-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khTPbSum1F4/Ty7NRFscqHI/AAAAAAAAXkU/tunyE9mAbls/s400/za24-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nadat het toetje geserveerd werd&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UzgkxhRpU6k/Ty7Naq3krwI/AAAAAAAAXlo/Uv8yGjaxkFU/s1600/za24-24.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UzgkxhRpU6k/Ty7Naq3krwI/AAAAAAAAXlo/Uv8yGjaxkFU/s400/za24-24.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en de wijn begon te vloeien mochten we eindelijk&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DCiIG-X9_Z0/Ty7NS6EvtXI/AAAAAAAAXkY/LtrK9tZFVaA/s1600/za24-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DCiIG-X9_Z0/Ty7NS6EvtXI/AAAAAAAAXkY/LtrK9tZFVaA/s400/za24-13.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eindelijk onze cadeautjes uitpakken.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYRVapSTfQI/Ty7NTI0hh2I/AAAAAAAAXkg/6OqrHwguJ08/s1600/za24-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYRVapSTfQI/Ty7NTI0hh2I/AAAAAAAAXkg/6OqrHwguJ08/s400/za24-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UzgkxhRpU6k/Ty7Naq3krwI/AAAAAAAAXlo/Uv8yGjaxkFU/s1600/za24-24.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boeken waren een populair cadeau dit jaar... Ik kreeg mijn keihard gewenste Meester Max en het Wiebelkind. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3b7OSgvZcng/Ty7NUDwd3UI/AAAAAAAAXko/ONMHFJn2L4s/s1600/za24-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3b7OSgvZcng/Ty7NUDwd3UI/AAAAAAAAXko/ONMHFJn2L4s/s400/za24-15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah kreeg voor iedere dag een verhaaltje.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4P08ntQMuaY/Ty7NVbcP5sI/AAAAAAAAXk4/AuAJ6wdZDNQ/s1600/za24-17.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4P08ntQMuaY/Ty7NVbcP5sI/AAAAAAAAXk4/AuAJ6wdZDNQ/s400/za24-17.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evi Elfenverhalen, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAEHDBBusjY/Ty7NWZb6p6I/AAAAAAAAXlM/078AS7WG-JA/s1600/za24-19.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAEHDBBusjY/Ty7NWZb6p6I/AAAAAAAAXlM/078AS7WG-JA/s400/za24-19.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama werd ongelooflijk verwend met de complete Twilight Saga &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8otpI2LH6Y/Ty7NZA9TTFI/AAAAAAAAXlc/ErtdCXnlNdY/s1600/za24-22.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8otpI2LH6Y/Ty7NZA9TTFI/AAAAAAAAXlc/ErtdCXnlNdY/s400/za24-22.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in het engels met rode blaadjes. Ze was zó blij.. ik snapte er helemaal nix van.. Apa en Ama kregen mama's blogboek&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdYijzN6HgY/Ty7NY7OHTOI/AAAAAAAAXlU/xNAzrqeOA-Q/s1600/za24-21.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdYijzN6HgY/Ty7NY7OHTOI/AAAAAAAAXlU/xNAzrqeOA-Q/s400/za24-21.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Er waren ook "gewone" cadeautjes. Ik kreeg gekleurde Kapla..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJBvQhxgftE/Ty7NURoA-bI/AAAAAAAAXk0/gUExLwAnybU/s1600/za24-16.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJBvQhxgftE/Ty7NURoA-bI/AAAAAAAAXk0/gUExLwAnybU/s400/za24-16.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noah Finn McMissile.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dpAoXiWPeQ/Ty7NV37-ncI/AAAAAAAAXk8/sIzSOhapoSU/s1600/za24-18.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dpAoXiWPeQ/Ty7NV37-ncI/AAAAAAAAXk8/sIzSOhapoSU/s400/za24-18.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evi en ik speelde sprookjes. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUn5uw8ZSr4/Ty7NbMT-LPI/AAAAAAAAXl0/uIFlKXkgTcw/s1600/za24-25.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUn5uw8ZSr4/Ty7NbMT-LPI/AAAAAAAAXl0/uIFlKXkgTcw/s400/za24-25.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evi was een prinses en ik een lief omaatje. Noah keek toe met Tygo&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asTm61U7mZE/Ty7NYZP-xQI/AAAAAAAAXlQ/f1J412BHf4w/s1600/za24-20.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asTm61U7mZE/Ty7NYZP-xQI/AAAAAAAAXlQ/f1J412BHf4w/s400/za24-20.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en wilde toen liever boksen met Ome Ralph..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRWRLtGqH74/Ty7NaB4CzyI/AAAAAAAAXlg/WE_2drV9rsQ/s1600/za24-23.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRWRLtGqH74/Ty7NaB4CzyI/AAAAAAAAXlg/WE_2drV9rsQ/s400/za24-23.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ik wilde met name weten hoe erg Ome Ralph een body builder is.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9iYcbzHt_tc/Ty7NcNz6T2I/AAAAAAAAXmA/sN2ab0JNlys/s1600/za24-27.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9iYcbzHt_tc/Ty7NcNz6T2I/AAAAAAAAXmA/sN2ab0JNlys/s400/za24-27.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dat wil IK ook! Ik wil echt een body builder zijn.. het sterkste van de hele wereld. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EqwWpZQHnk/Ty7Nbo4fI9I/AAAAAAAAXl4/RWS5usimQeQ/s1600/za24-26.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EqwWpZQHnk/Ty7Nbo4fI9I/AAAAAAAAXl4/RWS5usimQeQ/s400/za24-26.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laat me dan ook maar meteen een jongen worden want als ik zo een enorme spierballen heb terwijl ik een meisje ben dan zie ik er gek uit. &lt;br /&gt;En toen.. leerde Ome Ralph me &lt;a href="http://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Planking" target="_blank"&gt;planken&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oS0uoxvBvcE/Ty7Nc_p8PkI/AAAAAAAAXmI/ymMUMECXvuk/s1600/za24-28.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oS0uoxvBvcE/Ty7Nc_p8PkI/AAAAAAAAXmI/ymMUMECXvuk/s400/za24-28.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dat is een (niet zo) nieuwe rage.. waar we nog nooit van gehoord hadden. Hij is wel helemaal grappig. Ik wilde het natuurlijk andersom&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YBWmjkbwuA/Ty7NdKyKijI/AAAAAAAAXmQ/723rJkYy1qo/s1600/za24-29.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YBWmjkbwuA/Ty7NdKyKijI/AAAAAAAAXmQ/723rJkYy1qo/s400/za24-29.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Dát is ook leuk.. en daar kan ik niks aan doen.. zo ben ik geboren. Het was een super leuke dag.. waarin we leerden dat de hele familie van jong tot oud van boeken houdt.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOOcNTR3Dys/Ty7NKcvXzhI/AAAAAAAAXi8/IkSAzWeLDCs/s1600/za24-30.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOOcNTR3Dys/Ty7NKcvXzhI/AAAAAAAAXi8/IkSAzWeLDCs/s400/za24-30.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maar óók van gekkigheid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for the south to celebrate christmas with grandma and grandpa, Uncle Ralph and Aunt Lotte, and Tygo and Evi. We got such a warm welcome. We were all deressed up.. and they treated us like kings and queens. Tygo and Evi baked lovely cookies and there were the most beautiful chocolates. Such pretty chocolates.. you never ever saw in your entire life. There were tons of hugs and kisses.We played together.. had to stay away from the gift mountain in the middle of the room.. and enjoyed the view. The house was decorated and at every decoration there was food.. The table was filled with tapas. Uncle Ralph also thought of us and so we got lovely child snacks. After desert the grown ups opened up the bottle and we opened up our presents. Books were a popular gift this year. I wished extremely hard for the Teacher Max and the wobbly child book. Noah got a story- a- day book. Evi got Fairy Stories. Mom was spoiled rotten with the complete Twilight Saga in english (with beautiful red pages) She was smiling so big.. didn't understand that at all but never mind. Grandma and Grandpa got mom's blogbook. There were also "regular" gifts. I got colored Kapla... Noah got Finn Mc Missile. Evi and I played fairytales. Evi was a prinses and I was a sweet grandma. Noah just wanted to box with Uncle Ralph. I wanted to know how much of a body builder Uncle Ralph is.. I want that too!! To be a body builder.. the strongest in the whole wide world.. I also hope I will turn into a boy because I will look very silly.. as a princess-like girl with over developed muscles.&lt;br /&gt;And then.. Uncle Ralph taught me the game of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Planking_%28fad%29" target="_blank"&gt;Planking &lt;/a&gt;- a (not so) new craze. Its totally funny. I of course wanted it the other way around.. That's fun too and I can't help myself.. I was born that way. It was a super awesome day.. in which we learned that the whole family youngest to oldest loves books.. but also sillyness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-7929162980106390289?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7929162980106390289/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=7929162980106390289' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7929162980106390289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7929162980106390289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/planking.html' title='Planking'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OmavQKP2mrw/Ty7NMSuYN-I/AAAAAAAAXjY/9ZBh0DFPprU/s72-c/za24-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Geleen, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>50.96912 5.822895</georss:point><georss:box>50.9291225 5.743931 51.009117499999995 5.901859</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3218120176087535682</id><published>2011-12-23T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T18:04:41.260+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Balletvoorstelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfyaFIwztIs/Ty61bc4galI/AAAAAAAAXis/_-CuErDrfPU/s1600/ballet.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het mooie is.. dat we nooit alleen zijn.. en als we ons rot vervelen.. dan hebben we altijd elkaar. Vandaag deden we ballet op de eerst dag van de vakantie.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfyaFIwztIs/Ty61bc4galI/AAAAAAAAXis/_-CuErDrfPU/s1600/ballet.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfyaFIwztIs/Ty61bc4galI/AAAAAAAAXis/_-CuErDrfPU/s400/ballet.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elfen en indianen ballet&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Req_uX6PKos/Ty61b98ELqI/AAAAAAAAXiw/j-Qdyh4Wxn8/s1600/ballet2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Req_uX6PKos/Ty61b98ELqI/AAAAAAAAXiw/j-Qdyh4Wxn8/s400/ballet2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Het was een soort van toneelstuk met dans erbij.. speciaal voor mama als ze thuis kwam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful thing is.. we are never alone.. and when were bored to death.. then we always have eachother. Today we did ballet on the first day of the christmasvacation. Fairy and indian ballet. It was some sort of play combined with dance... especially for mom when she comes home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3218120176087535682?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3218120176087535682/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3218120176087535682' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3218120176087535682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3218120176087535682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/balletvoorstelling.html' title='Balletvoorstelling'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfyaFIwztIs/Ty61bc4galI/AAAAAAAAXis/_-CuErDrfPU/s72-c/ballet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-6290075471678088502</id><published>2011-12-22T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:50:14.849+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Feestjes op school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nYPF7oXZWw/Ty6MViUgyQI/AAAAAAAAXg0/yql7huLLrU8/s1600/do22-15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School is toch zó verschrikkelijk leuk! Vooral zo vlak voor de kerst. Er moet nog heel veel maar we doen ook verschrikkelijk veel leuke dingen. Vanochtend gingen we met de hele klas, de meester en de juf, een paar moeders &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ubd-oPbMaM/Ty6MWGiXsrI/AAAAAAAAXg4/2eqpJV23VT0/s1600/do22-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ubd-oPbMaM/Ty6MWGiXsrI/AAAAAAAAXg4/2eqpJV23VT0/s400/do22-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;én een vader naar de schaatsbaan. Schaatsen is best wel moeilijk.. en het was niet koud.. dus het ijs was aan het dooien. We hadden dikke dikke pret op de baan, het werd maar een beetje een waterballet! Ik viel en viel.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuaFiwmsCeY/Ty6MWzs-T2I/AAAAAAAAXhI/il2utkGWZ5o/s1600/do22-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuaFiwmsCeY/Ty6MWzs-T2I/AAAAAAAAXhI/il2utkGWZ5o/s400/do22-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(maar ik was een bikkel.. ik vertrok geen spier) Ik was wel nat tot op mijn ondergoed, en toen ik met mijn handschoenen flapperde..maakte ik een complete fontein &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnWVq1eg_1k/Ty6MWfhAPqI/AAAAAAAAXg8/SS41ewQ7G5w/s1600/do22-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnWVq1eg_1k/Ty6MWfhAPqI/AAAAAAAAXg8/SS41ewQ7G5w/s400/do22-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa kan niet meer schaatsen maar hij kan wel heel goed foto's maken. Hij belde mama op en die was in de buurt en kon toen ook even langs komen om te kijken&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odSuaFuV_dE/Ty6MXWAnr1I/AAAAAAAAXhQ/YeCyooGmvSM/s1600/do22-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odSuaFuV_dE/Ty6MXWAnr1I/AAAAAAAAXhQ/YeCyooGmvSM/s400/do22-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.Toen we klaar waren met schaatsen tracteerde papa de klas op warme chocomel. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EF86ybuUuAA/Ty6MX2--mKI/AAAAAAAAXhU/uOsZpYxYiwE/s1600/do22-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EF86ybuUuAA/Ty6MX2--mKI/AAAAAAAAXhU/uOsZpYxYiwE/s400/do22-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dat was wel prettig want we waren koud en nat en daar werden we weer warm van.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykyxBrdeuhM/Ty6MYQEjgEI/AAAAAAAAXhc/wj9fyzr1y9I/s1600/do22-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykyxBrdeuhM/Ty6MYQEjgEI/AAAAAAAAXhc/wj9fyzr1y9I/s400/do22-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toen mama 's middags uit haar werk kwam kwam ze naar de kapsalon. Daar werden papa en ik geknipt en ik kreeg een prachtig kerst kapsel. Thuis kregen Noah&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVTydGGgaGI/Ty6MY7XGG_I/AAAAAAAAXhs/2MF6_cH-AoU/s1600/do22-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVTydGGgaGI/Ty6MY7XGG_I/AAAAAAAAXhs/2MF6_cH-AoU/s400/do22-7.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en ik &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTG7luwamyw/Ty6MZnrpDXI/AAAAAAAAXhw/gEpxYAtCHag/s1600/do22-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTG7luwamyw/Ty6MZnrpDXI/AAAAAAAAXhw/gEpxYAtCHag/s400/do22-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;onze mooie kerstkleding aan &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8_wHFdWwqI/Ty6Ma2JfvJI/AAAAAAAAXiA/ChZc6umSmjc/s1600/do22-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8_wHFdWwqI/Ty6Ma2JfvJI/AAAAAAAAXiA/ChZc6umSmjc/s400/do22-10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en we kregen goudspray in ons haar &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGBgYJv3sSY/Ty6MaTdVbaI/AAAAAAAAXh4/s4S0sftsb5Y/s1600/do22-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGBgYJv3sSY/Ty6MaTdVbaI/AAAAAAAAXh4/s4S0sftsb5Y/s400/do22-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en ikke make-up.. (in ruil voor foto's.. dat dan weer wel). Noah had zijn kerst feest&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3eYbAYI1BLQ/Ty6McC_B7MI/AAAAAAAAXiM/mi69BtUz_jQ/s1600/do22-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3eYbAYI1BLQ/Ty6McC_B7MI/AAAAAAAAXiM/mi69BtUz_jQ/s400/do22-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in de aula met groep 1,2 en 3&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDeVo4HdKUY/Ty6MbVCxukI/AAAAAAAAXiI/08qy347Rw6M/s1600/do22-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDeVo4HdKUY/Ty6MbVCxukI/AAAAAAAAXiI/08qy347Rw6M/s400/do22-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en wij waren daar al te oud voor.. wij hadden boven in onze klas een prachtig feest.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNaXHfZjKBI/Ty6Md99wO8I/AAAAAAAAXig/UjYNZKCasug/s1600/do22-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNaXHfZjKBI/Ty6Md99wO8I/AAAAAAAAXig/UjYNZKCasug/s400/do22-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De meester in zijn nette pak&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B_fHcHNEn-U/Ty6McsCL_PI/AAAAAAAAXiY/Z_Nq78Ewy9I/s1600/do22-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B_fHcHNEn-U/Ty6McsCL_PI/AAAAAAAAXiY/Z_Nq78Ewy9I/s400/do22-13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. wij in onze mooie kleren en we waren allemaal super super lief voor elkaar. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nYPF7oXZWw/Ty6MViUgyQI/AAAAAAAAXg0/yql7huLLrU8/s1600/do22-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nYPF7oXZWw/Ty6MViUgyQI/AAAAAAAAXg0/yql7huLLrU8/s400/do22-15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wat een mooie afsluiting van het feest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is so extremely fun. Especially before christmas. There was a lot we were supposed to do but also a lot of fun stuff. Tonight we went to the skate ring with all the kids in my class, the teachers, a few mothers ánd a father. Skating is pretty difficult. It wasn't cold so the ice was melting. We had tons of fun on the track but it was a bit like a waterballet. I fell and fell (but I was tough.. I didn't move a muscle) I was wet and cold to the bone.. and when I waved my gloves around water flew everywhere. It was a complete fountain. Daddy isn't able to skate anymore but he can make great pics. He called mom and she was working close to the track and came by to watch us. When we were done skating daddy treated everybody in my class to hot coco. That was pretty brilliant cuz we were all cold and needed something to get a bit warm again. When mom came home from work in the afternoon she took us to the hairsalon. Daddy got a haircut, I got a haircut and they made me a pretty christmas&amp;nbsp; "do". At home Noah and I got to wear our christmas clothes, we got gold spray in our hair and I got make up. Noah had his christmas party in the big hall with all the kindergartners and first graders. We are to big for a a party like that now.. and had our celebration in our own classroom. The teacher and all the kids were wearing their most beautiful clothes and we were all só nice to eachother. Such a beautiful end of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-6290075471678088502?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6290075471678088502/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=6290075471678088502' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6290075471678088502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6290075471678088502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/feestjes-op-school.html' title='Feestjes op school.'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ubd-oPbMaM/Ty6MWGiXsrI/AAAAAAAAXg4/2eqpJV23VT0/s72-c/do22-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5060194209950108306</id><published>2011-12-21T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:17:33.586+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Kerstparade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8FQSD3_PPk/Tx5oHeR1z_I/AAAAAAAAXco/djqYsErusNo/s1600/wo21-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Supermegadruk was het vandaag. We hadden een afspraak bij het gemeentehuis vanmiddag. Papa was vergeten dat het Nepal markt was. Het gemeentehuis had een actie om heel goedkoop je ID kaart te laten maken voor het nieuwe jaar.. en papa en mama houden erg van acties. Maar ondanks de afspraak..was het drúk op het gemeentehuis!!! We moesten vertellen hoe onze papa en mama heette .. en ze aanwijzen. ZO gek!&amp;nbsp; DUH! Ze staan hier toch!!! En toen moesten we ook nog iets vertellen over wanneer we geboren zijn enzo.. en toen moesten we zelf onze handtekening zetten. Noah hoefde niet zei ze.. want als je 4 bent kun je nog niet schrijven. Nou moet je net tegen Noah zeggen &lt;i&gt;"DUH!! Echt wel!!&amp;nbsp; Kan ik heus!"&lt;/i&gt; Hij moest het alleen opnieuw doen.. want hij had het keurig op het lijntje gedaan.. maar nu moest het precies in het midden.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. op de terugweg was er van alles afgezet.. en dus kwamen we 5 minuten voor het einde van de markt aan. We konden wel nog onze eigen dingen kopen.. Noah vond het allemaal niet zo erg , hij kocht zijn rammelding en zijn zwierelier..-zelfgemaakt speelgoed net als de kindjes in Nepal. -.. maar ik moest er echt van huilen! De limonade.. de oliebollen.. alles was me door de neus geboord! Ik kon zelfs niet meer blij worden van de Kerstparade.. daar wilde ik dan eigenlijk ook maar niet meer naar toe.. Ik wilde naar huis!!&lt;br /&gt;Gelukkig was de bui weer over toen we in Hoofddorp aankwamen. Het was COOL!! Er stonden allemaal hele grote wagens klaar en Noah zag de Noordpoolexpress!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRqt91J5Axk/Tx5oJkOM1hI/AAAAAAAAXdI/EDmMrdhQLjE/s1600/wo21-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRqt91J5Axk/Tx5oJkOM1hI/AAAAAAAAXdI/EDmMrdhQLjE/s400/wo21-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hij werd er helemaal hyper van. Ik zag de cadeautjesfabriek en de elfenwerkplaats.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viOaM4UaX6k/Tx5oI0jjOHI/AAAAAAAAXdA/EJvywdc2PyY/s1600/wo21-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viOaM4UaX6k/Tx5oI0jjOHI/AAAAAAAAXdA/EJvywdc2PyY/s400/wo21-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We gingen een hapje eten&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvgZrU2vli0/Tx5oKg8iHoI/AAAAAAAAXdY/zzGjL7wZHRw/s1600/wo21-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvgZrU2vli0/Tx5oKg8iHoI/AAAAAAAAXdY/zzGjL7wZHRw/s400/wo21-7.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en wachten tot het donker word. Gezellig een terrasje pakken onder de warmtelampen. We staken vuurwerk af &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6pzNd8Un_z4/Tx5oLf0QqxI/AAAAAAAAXdc/s1aHOwZNImw/s1600/wo21-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6pzNd8Un_z4/Tx5oLf0QqxI/AAAAAAAAXdc/s1aHOwZNImw/s400/wo21-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en we zagen hoe iedereen zich verzamelde.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGxnXLx1HW8/Tx5oKNM81RI/AAAAAAAAXdQ/9ZoR2talUrw/s1600/wo21-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGxnXLx1HW8/Tx5oKNM81RI/AAAAAAAAXdQ/9ZoR2talUrw/s400/wo21-6.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Er waren politieagenten op prachtige paarden met kerstmutsen op, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOq0cz1GQ0w/Tx5oMatW3KI/AAAAAAAAXds/PfpJRwYNuc8/s1600/wo21-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOq0cz1GQ0w/Tx5oMatW3KI/AAAAAAAAXds/PfpJRwYNuc8/s400/wo21-10.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en toen kwam Tooske de burgemeester interviewen.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRyeXTBwuyI/Tx5oNC_2rKI/AAAAAAAAXeA/SsO-VRwAIEE/s1600/wo21-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRyeXTBwuyI/Tx5oNC_2rKI/AAAAAAAAXeA/SsO-VRwAIEE/s400/wo21-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ze deelden kerstmutsen uit&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Grv-AKY1Bo/Tx5oMutuTHI/AAAAAAAAXdw/ZY_t2Juvq4g/s1600/wo21-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Grv-AKY1Bo/Tx5oMutuTHI/AAAAAAAAXdw/ZY_t2Juvq4g/s400/wo21-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en ik nam er een mee voor Fiona met een kerst vingerlampje en Noah een extra voor Marvin. Ik mocht filmen&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vru9fwx0MjA/Tx5oQf3m6SI/AAAAAAAAXeo/dhedjLM6c_A/s1600/wo21-18.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vru9fwx0MjA/Tx5oQf3m6SI/AAAAAAAAXeo/dhedjLM6c_A/s400/wo21-18.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en Noah.. Noah ontplofte bijna van de spanning &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3QVic6bbz4/Tx5oOTVgqmI/AAAAAAAAXeQ/54361zLfqoA/s1600/wo21-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3QVic6bbz4/Tx5oOTVgqmI/AAAAAAAAXeQ/54361zLfqoA/s400/wo21-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;want de Noordpool express zag er met de lichtjes aan NOG mooier uit. Hij kwam zo dicht bij dat Noah hem aan kon raken en hij was BLIJ!.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7blby17iyT0/Tx5oPLZgxjI/AAAAAAAAXeY/twci2HCsZHA/s1600/wo21-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7blby17iyT0/Tx5oPLZgxjI/AAAAAAAAXeY/twci2HCsZHA/s400/wo21-15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Papa iets minder.. die was bang dat Noah onder de wagens zou komen en dus mocht hij van grote hoogte toekijken.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ryxf-bFu8lc/Tx5oLjol1tI/AAAAAAAAXdk/iwacy9xyEhg/s1600/wo21-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ryxf-bFu8lc/Tx5oLjol1tI/AAAAAAAAXdk/iwacy9xyEhg/s400/wo21-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We zagen de noordpool, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8FQSD3_PPk/Tx5oHeR1z_I/AAAAAAAAXco/djqYsErusNo/s1600/wo21-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8FQSD3_PPk/Tx5oHeR1z_I/AAAAAAAAXco/djqYsErusNo/s400/wo21-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;de ijskoningin,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DeGBTGHaKKg/Tx5oN9KCBkI/AAAAAAAAXeE/9FzmjxrPNPs/s1600/wo21-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DeGBTGHaKKg/Tx5oN9KCBkI/AAAAAAAAXeE/9FzmjxrPNPs/s400/wo21-13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de kerstelfjes,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmCMs5FenVY/Tx5oPthQJbI/AAAAAAAAXec/PqjYnpB2oQI/s1600/wo21-16.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmCMs5FenVY/Tx5oPthQJbI/AAAAAAAAXec/PqjYnpB2oQI/s400/wo21-16.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kerstbeertjes,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eY_Mr7yO6BA/Tx5oQEwMY7I/AAAAAAAAXek/o-NDAPbWrHA/s1600/wo21-17.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eY_Mr7yO6BA/Tx5oQEwMY7I/AAAAAAAAXek/o-NDAPbWrHA/s400/wo21-17.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; héél veel figuranten, dansende kerstelfjes, dansende sneeuwvlokjes, rendieren, sneeuwpoppen, kerstmannen. Het was ongelooflijk mooi!! Het eindigde met de slee van de kerstman. De rendieren waren hoog boven ons.. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6RV1NT0FbM/Tx5oH632GRI/AAAAAAAAXcw/198rnKRQExM/s1600/wo21-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6RV1NT0FbM/Tx5oH632GRI/AAAAAAAAXcw/198rnKRQExM/s400/wo21-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en ik moest heel goed kijken.. om zeker te weten dat ze niet echt de lucht in gingen.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdmg_tJFJCQ/Tx5oIQWboYI/AAAAAAAAXc0/_bmAP-sraPE/s1600/wo21-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdmg_tJFJCQ/Tx5oIQWboYI/AAAAAAAAXc0/_bmAP-sraPE/s400/wo21-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De kerstman zwaaide.. en toen was de magie afgelopen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a supermega busy day today. We had an appointment at city hall this afternoon. Daddy forgot it was Nepal market today. Cityhall had this special offer to make your ID cards for just a little money because in 2012 every kid no matter how old needs his own ID. Till now we were in our parents passports. Apart from the fact we had an appointment there were a lot of people. It was weird. We had to tell the names of our parents .. point them out.. tell our date of birth. On top of it all we had to sign our own ID. Then the lady said Noah didn't have to sign because when your 4 you don't have an autograph! Well.. not really something to tell Noah! &lt;i&gt;"DUH!! I can do this!! For real!!"&lt;/i&gt; He just had to do it over again.. because he signed his name on the line.. - like he has to do at school- only here he had to do it right in the middle. Hmm.. on our way back we stumbled upon a road block.. and so we arrived at the Nepal-school-market 5 minutes before closing.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness we were able to buy the stuff we crafted. Noah didn't mind too much.. he bought his rattle and swingthing (handmade toys like the kids in Nepal have) but I had to cry! The lemonade.. the snacks. I missed it all! The thought of the christmasparade didn't even make me happy! I wanted to go home! Thank goodness I felt better when we arrived in Hoofddorp. It was so COOL! There were a lot of large wagons and Noah saw the Northpole Express. He got totally hyper. I saw the gift factory and the Elvesworkshop. We ate pizza and waited till dark nice and cosy outside under heatlights. We played with "fireworks" and saw all the people arriving. There were policemen on horses with christmashats and then Tooske arrived to interview the major. They gave everybody christmashats and I took an extra one for Fiona and Noah an extra one for Marvin. I got to film it all and Noah.. Noah nearly exploded.. he was so excited because he was so close to the North Pole Express and it looked even better with the lights on. It came so close that he couldn't resist touching it and he was HAPPY!!. Daddy was a lil less happy. He got all nervous and was afraid Noah would fall under the wagon and so he got to watch from great hights. We saw the North Pole , the IceQueen, the snowmen, christmaselves, christmasbears, lots of extras, dansing christmaselves, dancing snowflakes, raindeer. It was incredibly beautiful! It all ended with Santa's Sleigh. The raindeer where so high above us I had to look real close to make sure they weren't really flying . Santa waved.. and then the magic ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5060194209950108306?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5060194209950108306/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5060194209950108306' title='4 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5060194209950108306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5060194209950108306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/kerstparade.html' title='Kerstparade'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRqt91J5Axk/Tx5oJkOM1hI/AAAAAAAAXdI/EDmMrdhQLjE/s72-c/wo21-5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Hoofddorp, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.3060853 4.6907041</georss:point><georss:box>52.2672498 4.6117401 52.3449208 4.7696681</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-2055554936647748338</id><published>2011-12-20T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:03:17.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Publication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petaloo'/><title type='text'>Catalogue and Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wOKf9v8B6w/Tx24A8KcdkI/AAAAAAAAXb8/BTxwZmxt3C0/s1600/mireilledivjakChristmas2k.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so excited when I saw the&lt;a href="http://petaloo.cameoez.com/Scripts/PublicSite/" target="_blank"&gt; Petaloo&lt;/a&gt; catalogue&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GveytE1-zM/Tx24anq7RMI/AAAAAAAAXcc/SfetP-toMFs/s1600/petaloocatalogue.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GveytE1-zM/Tx24anq7RMI/AAAAAAAAXcc/SfetP-toMFs/s400/petaloocatalogue.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and see my designs in it. So much fun. You know what's exciting too? All the new products releasing at CHA. Take a look at the &lt;a href="http://petaloo.typepad.com/blog/" target="_blank"&gt;Petaloo blog&lt;/a&gt; to see what's in store soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with some christmas projects I made.. a small&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YLde2u3TYcc/Tx24CUTLqRI/AAAAAAAAXcU/v_aQw2GVvZA/s1600/MireilleDivjakDecember2011Christmas5k.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YLde2u3TYcc/Tx24CUTLqRI/AAAAAAAAXcU/v_aQw2GVvZA/s400/MireilleDivjakDecember2011Christmas5k.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; label album,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--26m2s8sYqY/Tx24B4X4rlI/AAAAAAAAXcI/1nvFOc4zyj0/s1600/MireilleDivjakDecember2011Christmas3k.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--26m2s8sYqY/Tx24B4X4rlI/AAAAAAAAXcI/1nvFOc4zyj0/s400/MireilleDivjakDecember2011Christmas3k.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and some cute tags&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wOKf9v8B6w/Tx24A8KcdkI/AAAAAAAAXb8/BTxwZmxt3C0/s1600/mireilledivjakChristmas2k.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wOKf9v8B6w/Tx24A8KcdkI/AAAAAAAAXb8/BTxwZmxt3C0/s400/mireilledivjakChristmas2k.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the christmas gifts. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gV20DPusrt0/Tx24BY5N-aI/AAAAAAAAXcA/E19ZK7v2GTI/s1600/MireilleDivjakDecember2011Christmas1k.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gV20DPusrt0/Tx24BY5N-aI/AAAAAAAAXcA/E19ZK7v2GTI/s400/MireilleDivjakDecember2011Christmas1k.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-2055554936647748338?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/2055554936647748338/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=2055554936647748338' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/2055554936647748338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/2055554936647748338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/catalogue-and-christmas.html' title='Catalogue and Christmas'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GveytE1-zM/Tx24anq7RMI/AAAAAAAAXcc/SfetP-toMFs/s72-c/petaloocatalogue.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-7731596220845927329</id><published>2011-12-20T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:27:49.468+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>beroerder</title><content type='html'>Gister was ik beroerd&lt;br /&gt;vandaag beroerder&lt;br /&gt;Ik hoop dat het morgen niet het beroerdst is.. want we willen dan naar de kerstparade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I felt sick&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel sicker&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow wont be worse .. because we want to go and see the christmasparade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-7731596220845927329?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7731596220845927329/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=7731596220845927329' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7731596220845927329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7731596220845927329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/beroerder.html' title='beroerder'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-6865707629432694906</id><published>2011-12-19T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:23:28.450+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Beroerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur59oFEbvAo/Tx2yYUKB0DI/AAAAAAAAXas/uIlWP6EiYGA/s1600/ma19-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur59oFEbvAo/Tx2yYUKB0DI/AAAAAAAAXas/uIlWP6EiYGA/s320/ma19-1.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;En toen was ik beroerd.. heul beroerd. Ik ging naar school.. want er moest nog zoveel.. ik moest nog dingen klaar maken voor de Kathmandu markt. Juf Wietske gaat al bijna naar Kathmandu om daar een school op te zetten en we zijn al weken bezig om geld in te zamelen. We hebben allemaal mooie dingen gemaakt nu.. en die gaan we verkopen. De meester en juf zeiden tussen de middag.. dat ik misschien maar thuis moest blijven 's middags.. omdat het echt niet zo goed ging op school.. en dus mocht ik lekker met een (kerst) deken op de bank.. filmpjes kijken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I felt sick.. very sick. I went to school because there is still so much to do for the Kathmandu market. Teacher Wietske almost goes to Kathmandu to start a school over there and were busy for weeks to collect money. I made a lot of beautiful stuff to sell at the market. The teachers said I better stay home after lunch.. because it really didn't work at school So.. I got to lie on the couch with a (christmas) blanket.. and watch movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-6865707629432694906?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6865707629432694906/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=6865707629432694906' title='4 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6865707629432694906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6865707629432694906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/beroerd.html' title='Beroerd'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur59oFEbvAo/Tx2yYUKB0DI/AAAAAAAAXas/uIlWP6EiYGA/s72-c/ma19-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-6733992713344140978</id><published>2011-12-18T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:09:17.605+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Kaartjes schrijven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLx4eMDllQc/TxvyDeOCJsI/AAAAAAAAXaM/ar7ToDyg30c/s1600/zo18-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het was een super leuke dag.. we waren vroeg wakker en konden meteen spelen&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhaUN2_5V6E/TxvyD9wspsI/AAAAAAAAXaQ/1Lt-5WTFQGg/s1600/zo18-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhaUN2_5V6E/TxvyD9wspsI/AAAAAAAAXaQ/1Lt-5WTFQGg/s400/zo18-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We keken televisie, deden spelletjes, kleurden en fotografeerden. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ec-qWISpnFg/TxvyEUPLjoI/AAAAAAAAXaY/2AA3uW888o8/s1600/zo18-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ec-qWISpnFg/TxvyEUPLjoI/AAAAAAAAXaY/2AA3uW888o8/s400/zo18-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En aan het eind van de dag waren we uren bezig met onze kerstkaarten voor de kinderen in onze klas. Noah was super knap en schreef op alle 30 kaarten helemaal zelf zijn naam&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLx4eMDllQc/TxvyDeOCJsI/AAAAAAAAXaM/ar7ToDyg30c/s1600/zo18-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLx4eMDllQc/TxvyDeOCJsI/AAAAAAAAXaM/ar7ToDyg30c/s400/zo18-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en ik.. ik kan echt schrijven..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwem2_WKAhg/TxvyEh2vbWI/AAAAAAAAXac/S_1jgAvPI9A/s1600/zo18-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwem2_WKAhg/TxvyEh2vbWI/AAAAAAAAXac/S_1jgAvPI9A/s400/zo18-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en ik schreef dus voor iedereen een verhaaltje op de kaart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day. We woke up early and got to play right away. We watched tv.. played games.. colored and took pictures. At the end of the day we were busy for hours with our christmascards for the kids in our classroom. Noah was so smart.. he wrote his name on all 30 cards all by himself. As for me.. I am able to write. So I wrote a complete extra long christmaswish for everybody .. personalised.. on the christmascard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-6733992713344140978?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6733992713344140978/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=6733992713344140978' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6733992713344140978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6733992713344140978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/kaartjes-schrijven.html' title='Kaartjes schrijven'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhaUN2_5V6E/TxvyD9wspsI/AAAAAAAAXaQ/1Lt-5WTFQGg/s72-c/zo18-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-1572180827772778710</id><published>2011-12-17T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:10:10.913+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Scouting kerstfeest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5B1f5wpti4/Txvo6kl-svI/AAAAAAAAXZc/gsCtegAVC0c/s1600/za17-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het was een superdrukke zaterdag.. maar wel een hele leuke.Ik begon de dag met&amp;nbsp; televisie met mijn broertje kijken. Gezellig samen. Soms he.. is hij mijn alderbeste vriend van de hele wereld&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daP6jBScjRk/Txvo7CSOGpI/AAAAAAAAXZg/o8wTzHaRmag/s1600/za17-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daP6jBScjRk/Txvo7CSOGpI/AAAAAAAAXZg/o8wTzHaRmag/s400/za17-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... soms.... Vanochtend ging ik naar Scouting.. en na Scouting moest ik zwemmen.. en toen weer terug naar huis mijn mooie kleren aantrekken. Mama was alleen geweest met Noah en had besloten dat hij naar de kapper moest. Noah was vet trots..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v-8JQe8j_r8/Txvo7qIvvUI/AAAAAAAAXZo/A56qP19MfGQ/s1600/za17-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v-8JQe8j_r8/Txvo7qIvvUI/AAAAAAAAXZo/A56qP19MfGQ/s400/za17-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hij had prachtige blauwe gel in zijn haar gekregen.&lt;br /&gt;Ik kleedde me om en toen ging iedereen me wegbrengen.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SOesSGv51as/Txvo8Oq-HnI/AAAAAAAAXZw/w7PZCu6Gt90/s1600/za17-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SOesSGv51as/Txvo8Oq-HnI/AAAAAAAAXZw/w7PZCu6Gt90/s640/za17-3.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Het scouting gebouw staat bij de vuurtoren en het heet "Juttershonk".&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ckbNF8BYbv8/Txvo8py3JyI/AAAAAAAAXZ4/we04MQAURdM/s1600/za17-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ckbNF8BYbv8/Txvo8py3JyI/AAAAAAAAXZ4/we04MQAURdM/s400/za17-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We gingen binnen kijken.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-ubuXBwRQE/Txvo9ANL3MI/AAAAAAAAXaA/nXzY7CmgTgU/s1600/za17-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-ubuXBwRQE/Txvo9ANL3MI/AAAAAAAAXaA/nXzY7CmgTgU/s400/za17-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De tafels stonden al helemaal klaar en het was prachtig versierd. Het was helemaal super. Noah was een beetje jalours. Hij wilde ook wel zo een leuk feestje. Dus mocht hij Alex te logeren hebben. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5B1f5wpti4/Txvo6kl-svI/AAAAAAAAXZc/gsCtegAVC0c/s1600/za17-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5B1f5wpti4/Txvo6kl-svI/AAAAAAAAXZc/gsCtegAVC0c/s400/za17-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan had hij ook wat gezelligs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very busy saturday.. but also a fun one. We started the day together my brother and I&amp;nbsp; and watched our favorite tv-series. Sometimes.. sometimes he is my bestest friend in the whole wide world... sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to the scouts.. and after that I had swim classes.. then back to my home to get changed into my pretty clothes. Mom had been home alone with Noah all day and took him to the barber. Noah was so proud! He had blue in his hair and felt like such a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;I put on my pretty dress and then everybody brought me to my christmasparty. The building is close to our lighthouse and it's called "Juttershonk". (beachcombers lair). We all went inside. It was soo cool. They decorated it and there were lights everywhere. Noah was a bit jealous. He wanted a cool party too. So he could have a sleepover party with his best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-1572180827772778710?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1572180827772778710/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=1572180827772778710' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/1572180827772778710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/1572180827772778710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/scouting-kerstfeest.html' title='Scouting kerstfeest'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daP6jBScjRk/Txvo7CSOGpI/AAAAAAAAXZg/o8wTzHaRmag/s72-c/za17-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-6125673376848885066</id><published>2011-12-16T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T20:38:29.413+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Phineas and Ferb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mPu1F2pj5R8/TxsQFPwc5FI/AAAAAAAAXY8/iZC_POir5k4/s1600/vr16-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ik ben een coole jongen. Een heule coole jongen. En ik groei ook hard enzo.. En dus had ik dringend nieuwe kleding nodig. Shoppen samen met mama. Dat vond ik al leuk toen ik in de kinderwagen zat.. maar het is nog steeds énig. Ik koos mijn eigen dingen. Stoere jongens dingen..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TaEHjdg-pzU/TxsQF0-2L8I/AAAAAAAAXZA/pdkXGUctbYM/s1600/vr16-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TaEHjdg-pzU/TxsQF0-2L8I/AAAAAAAAXZA/pdkXGUctbYM/s400/vr16-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; zoals dit shirt van Perry, cool he? en deze jas! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6i1VLW_hzgE/TxsQGZig9LI/AAAAAAAAXZM/vOr-fKqaOQ8/s1600/vr16-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6i1VLW_hzgE/TxsQGZig9LI/AAAAAAAAXZM/vOr-fKqaOQ8/s400/vr16-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;En als slagroom op het toetje mocht Alex ook nog bij me spelen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHnfLCmdbzU/TxsQHEmS4eI/AAAAAAAAXZQ/iTes4z9GhBw/s1600/vr16-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHnfLCmdbzU/TxsQHEmS4eI/AAAAAAAAXZQ/iTes4z9GhBw/s400/vr16-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; - want Amber had Emmy al.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mPu1F2pj5R8/TxsQFPwc5FI/AAAAAAAAXY8/iZC_POir5k4/s1600/vr16-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mPu1F2pj5R8/TxsQFPwc5FI/AAAAAAAAXY8/iZC_POir5k4/s400/vr16-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am a cool boy. A very very cool boy.. and I grow like weed. I needed new clothes and so I went shopping with mom. I did like that since I was a baby in the stroller.. and I still love it! I choose my own stuff. Cool boys stuff. Like this Agent P shirt... and this jacket. Icing on the cake: Alex got to play in my house all afternoon. Amber had Emmy over after all!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-6125673376848885066?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6125673376848885066/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=6125673376848885066' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6125673376848885066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6125673376848885066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/phineas-and-ferb.html' title='Phineas and Ferb'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TaEHjdg-pzU/TxsQF0-2L8I/AAAAAAAAXZA/pdkXGUctbYM/s72-c/vr16-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3781841997504243456</id><published>2011-12-15T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T20:16:04.136+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Post uit Kroatië</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-023POqQL23M/TxsNPRc47TI/AAAAAAAAXYU/oQuEC7lAyP0/s1600/do15-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vandaag was een leuke dag. Er was post! Post uit Kroatië. Ik wilde zo graag weten van wie maar papa zei Kijk maar op de achterkant. Je kan toch lezen? Ik keek..en toen wist ik het.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wwef53EzK0/TxsNP4m6olI/AAAAAAAAXYY/MHKem4cwxrg/s1600/do15-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wwef53EzK0/TxsNP4m6olI/AAAAAAAAXYY/MHKem4cwxrg/s400/do15-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ik wilde het snel openmaken maar het moest voorzichtig van mama! Als je het wild doet&amp;nbsp; gaat wat binnenin zit misschien wel kapot!.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HF_bmvmRjT8/TxsNQ5cL-dI/AAAAAAAAXYk/ynWMWN8Lyd4/s1600/do15-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HF_bmvmRjT8/TxsNQ5cL-dI/AAAAAAAAXYk/ynWMWN8Lyd4/s400/do15-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Het was prachtig binnenin. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82dOaBDYYWA/TxsNQYHgLfI/AAAAAAAAXYg/ccGbZ557IhE/s1600/do15-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82dOaBDYYWA/TxsNQYHgLfI/AAAAAAAAXYg/ccGbZ557IhE/s400/do15-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Er zaten foto's in.. en tekeningen. Van Alena én van Klara! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rX3a2508O8/TxsNRWWNKcI/AAAAAAAAXYw/BtC6ZpuKkts/s1600/do15-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rX3a2508O8/TxsNRWWNKcI/AAAAAAAAXYw/BtC6ZpuKkts/s400/do15-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We waren blij!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-023POqQL23M/TxsNPRc47TI/AAAAAAAAXYU/oQuEC7lAyP0/s1600/do15-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-023POqQL23M/TxsNPRc47TI/AAAAAAAAXYU/oQuEC7lAyP0/s400/do15-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Super super blij!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fun day. There was mail from Croatia. I so wanted to know who send it to me but daddy said : look on the backside.. You can read can't you??!! I looked.. and then I know. I wanted to open it but I had to be careful. Mom says if you open it without care you can rip what's inside.. and inside it was BEAUTIFUL! There were photo's.. and drawings. From Alena ánd from Klara! We were super mega happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3781841997504243456?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3781841997504243456/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3781841997504243456' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3781841997504243456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3781841997504243456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-uit-kroatie.html' title='Post uit Kroatië'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wwef53EzK0/TxsNP4m6olI/AAAAAAAAXYY/MHKem4cwxrg/s72-c/do15-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-6088544859391168016</id><published>2011-12-15T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T14:25:03.969+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bo Bunny'/><title type='text'>Bo Bunny Tutorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpmaqPejmBU/TxGBgHtCWsI/AAAAAAAAXXQ/8IxQDFkZDTU/s1600/CanvasNoahBB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpmaqPejmBU/TxGBgHtCWsI/AAAAAAAAXXQ/8IxQDFkZDTU/s400/CanvasNoahBB.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was my turn for the tutorial over at the &lt;a href="http://bobunny.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bo Bunny Blog&lt;/a&gt; I used a lot of mixed media to create this Noah Canvas and of course the Enchanted and Snowfall collection. For the actual tut please click&lt;a href="http://bobunny.blogspot.com/2012/01/tutorial-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-6088544859391168016?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6088544859391168016/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=6088544859391168016' title='5 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6088544859391168016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6088544859391168016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/bo-bunny-tutorial.html' title='Bo Bunny Tutorial'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpmaqPejmBU/TxGBgHtCWsI/AAAAAAAAXXQ/8IxQDFkZDTU/s72-c/CanvasNoahBB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-1453247725778254424</id><published>2011-12-14T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T14:21:25.032+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>A Dickens Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MT9wrAF8MKQ/TxFUxcqvhsI/AAAAAAAAXVA/StDv2unBFBM/s1600/wo14-d9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het was alweer 3 jaar geleden dat we naar het Dickens Festival in onze stad gingen. De vorige jaren kwam het er gewoon niet van. Noah lag nog met een speentje in zijn wandelwagen.. en had die dag voor het laatst zijn speen. Het was een beetje anders dan de laatste keer maar niet minder mooi. Ons buurmeisje was er om te schmincken,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0RIEfDLN22c/TxFU4crdwZI/AAAAAAAAXWc/mZnuKw1prgI/s1600/wo14-d3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0RIEfDLN22c/TxFU4crdwZI/AAAAAAAAXWc/mZnuKw1prgI/s400/wo14-d3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; er waren prachtig aangekleedde kindjes.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-OFyOS0yWw/TxFU7NMK1vI/AAAAAAAAXW8/sWRFyRgQZJE/s1600/wo14-d7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-OFyOS0yWw/TxFU7NMK1vI/AAAAAAAAXW8/sWRFyRgQZJE/s400/wo14-d7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Het meisje met de zwavelstokjes.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0yka2oNn2dE/TxFU6WMesHI/AAAAAAAAXW0/uAgtmrZC8No/s1600/wo14-d6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0yka2oNn2dE/TxFU6WMesHI/AAAAAAAAXW0/uAgtmrZC8No/s400/wo14-d6.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Er was muziek.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MT9wrAF8MKQ/TxFUxcqvhsI/AAAAAAAAXVA/StDv2unBFBM/s1600/wo14-d9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MT9wrAF8MKQ/TxFUxcqvhsI/AAAAAAAAXVA/StDv2unBFBM/s400/wo14-d9.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Veel muziek&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UMT-tezEYe8/TxFU2woYKXI/AAAAAAAAXWM/ogNkZhKszEs/s1600/wo14-d1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UMT-tezEYe8/TxFU2woYKXI/AAAAAAAAXWM/ogNkZhKszEs/s400/wo14-d1.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, lekkere hapjes, de kerstman &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AIhbVGZ1xGo/TxFU3rblGsI/AAAAAAAAXWU/Q5AzQl0bBvc/s1600/wo14-d2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AIhbVGZ1xGo/TxFU3rblGsI/AAAAAAAAXWU/Q5AzQl0bBvc/s400/wo14-d2.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en de sneeuwman.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3DwF-j9Exo/TxFU7q3ytxI/AAAAAAAAXXE/qIZ2mnxjGjw/s1600/wo14-d8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3DwF-j9Exo/TxFU7q3ytxI/AAAAAAAAXXE/qIZ2mnxjGjw/s400/wo14-d8.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa kocht een biggetje aan het spit - nou ja.. een deel van dat biggetje- en we keken naar "A Christmas Carol". &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7S0F0V4yvw/TxFU4-4aimI/AAAAAAAAXWk/UO8cHL0ibG8/s1600/wo14-d4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7S0F0V4yvw/TxFU4-4aimI/AAAAAAAAXWk/UO8cHL0ibG8/s400/wo14-d4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scrooge was een vrouw en we vonden haar een beetje eng. Sherlock niet&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mok4v3nzQo/TxFU5bZua7I/AAAAAAAAXWs/z4gTJI61srE/s1600/wo14-d5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mok4v3nzQo/TxFU5bZua7I/AAAAAAAAXWs/z4gTJI61srE/s400/wo14-d5.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. die keek slechts verveeld.&lt;br /&gt;We mochten cupcakes versieren en&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6NLMqwZdI0/TxFUx3PCRBI/AAAAAAAAXVE/E_hHma651RE/s1600/wo14-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6NLMqwZdI0/TxFUx3PCRBI/AAAAAAAAXVE/E_hHma651RE/s400/wo14-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; windlichten&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6NLMqwZdI0/TxFUx3PCRBI/AAAAAAAAXVE/E_hHma651RE/s1600/wo14-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NDZaSw4rEmw/TxFUyaRI1hI/AAAAAAAAXVI/EN0b3Uwvbrs/s1600/wo14-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NDZaSw4rEmw/TxFUyaRI1hI/AAAAAAAAXVI/EN0b3Uwvbrs/s400/wo14-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;schilderen. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq7Eq75ZjVs/TxFUy1CAuVI/AAAAAAAAXVQ/ciercAY39vY/s1600/wo14-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq7Eq75ZjVs/TxFUy1CAuVI/AAAAAAAAXVQ/ciercAY39vY/s400/wo14-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuis gingen we de boom opzetten. Eindelijk. Hij stond al een tijdje te wennen aan de temperatuur in huis (Eigenlijk bedacht onze denneboom dat ie liever als palmboom geboren had willen worden)&lt;br /&gt;We hingen hem vol met ballen&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhSh8w2Tr2c/TxFUz2nwHYI/AAAAAAAAXVg/5hy_BXeqosA/s1600/wo14-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhSh8w2Tr2c/TxFUz2nwHYI/AAAAAAAAXVg/5hy_BXeqosA/s400/wo14-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en zelfgeknutselde prachtigheden.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pssnFGtJn8U/TxFU0SRTpNI/AAAAAAAAXVo/3zgQqw6iyX8/s1600/wo14-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pssnFGtJn8U/TxFU0SRTpNI/AAAAAAAAXVo/3zgQqw6iyX8/s400/wo14-6.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. en toen mocht ik ook nog de piek erop zetten.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tBXQl4yZsAo/TxFU03hpSEI/AAAAAAAAXVw/_i7gFeH3RxE/s1600/wo14-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tBXQl4yZsAo/TxFU03hpSEI/AAAAAAAAXVw/_i7gFeH3RxE/s400/wo14-7.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We draaiden sterretjes wat eerst een beetje eng was&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Brmim6bD8bI/TxFU2Sr2yEI/AAAAAAAAXWE/XysaaXapTAc/s1600/wo14--8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Brmim6bD8bI/TxFU2Sr2yEI/AAAAAAAAXWE/XysaaXapTAc/s400/wo14--8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; maar later ging het wel&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wewJZeF7VJI/TxFU1hLj6MI/AAAAAAAAXV8/qB3FYsc2vtU/s1600/wo14-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wewJZeF7VJI/TxFU1hLj6MI/AAAAAAAAXV8/qB3FYsc2vtU/s400/wo14-9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en legde de laatste hand aan onze kerstkaarten.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NKnZnhpsO_E/TxFUzfEECaI/AAAAAAAAXVY/_bz51-AXoy4/s1600/wo14-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NKnZnhpsO_E/TxFUzfEECaI/AAAAAAAAXVY/_bz51-AXoy4/s400/wo14-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 years since we went to the Dickens festival in our town. The last few years it just didn't happen. Last time Noah was still in his stroller.. had his passifier for the last time in his life. It was a bit different then last time.. but not less pretty. Our neighbour was there too to put makeup on our face...and there were beautifully dressed kids. The little match seller for example. There was music. yummie food. Santa, a snowman. Daddy bought pork from the grill and we watched "A Christmas Carol". Scrooge was a lady and we thought she was very very scary. Sherlock didn't think so.. I think he was bored.&lt;br /&gt;We decorated christmas cupcakes.. and painted windlights&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and finally decorated the tree. Finally!!! It was getting used to the temperatures in our house ( In fact.. he had been wishing he was born as a palm tree for a few days now)&lt;br /&gt;We decorated it with christmas stuff and home made craft lovely's.. and then I got to put the top on it. We had indoor fireworks which was a bit scary at first.. and.. we finished the whole christmascard sending thingy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-1453247725778254424?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1453247725778254424/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=1453247725778254424' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/1453247725778254424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/1453247725778254424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/dickens-christmas.html' title='A Dickens Christmas'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0RIEfDLN22c/TxFU4crdwZI/AAAAAAAAXWc/mZnuKw1prgI/s72-c/wo14-d3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>1784 Nieuw Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9425004 4.7398578</georss:point><georss:box>52.9329319 4.7201168000000004 52.9520689 4.7595988</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-9020330118389003253</id><published>2011-12-13T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:41:11.511+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><title type='text'>Race auto vinger lamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJjNUZmTtSc/TxFJ3ZkV1YI/AAAAAAAAXUw/dzOHVzapOc0/s1600/di13-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ik mocht vandaag bij mijn vriend Marvin spelen. Het was zo super super leuk!! Ik kreeg een race- auto- vinger - lamp van hem! Zoiets cools had ik nog nóóit gezien!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJjNUZmTtSc/TxFJ3ZkV1YI/AAAAAAAAXUw/dzOHVzapOc0/s1600/di13-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJjNUZmTtSc/TxFJ3ZkV1YI/AAAAAAAAXUw/dzOHVzapOc0/s400/di13-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama probeerde hem te fotograferen.. maar dat was best wel ingewikkeld. Ik moest hem stil houden en dat vond ik echt super super lastig!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ik was gewoon hyper blij.. en ik had honger..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voor die honger had papa wel een oplossing! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hcszHLVYJVw/TxFJ3_L3WBI/AAAAAAAAXU0/Q5Nfwgbf4CI/s1600/di13-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hcszHLVYJVw/TxFJ3_L3WBI/AAAAAAAAXU0/Q5Nfwgbf4CI/s400/di13-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ribbetjes.. nou ja.. laat dat "jes" maar weg!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I played @ my friend Marvin's today and it was sooo much fun! He gave me a "racing - car- finger- lamp"! I never ever saw something like that before!!! Mom tried to take a picture but that was very complicated. I had to hold it as stil as I could but that was sooo hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was totally hyper.. and happy.. and hungry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank goodness daddy had a solution for that! Ribs!! Real grown up ribs! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-9020330118389003253?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/9020330118389003253/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=9020330118389003253' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/9020330118389003253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/9020330118389003253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/race-auto-vinger-lamp.html' title='Race auto vinger lamp'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJjNUZmTtSc/TxFJ3ZkV1YI/AAAAAAAAXUw/dzOHVzapOc0/s72-c/di13-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3014869089681995177</id><published>2011-12-13T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:45:07.966+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petaloo'/><title type='text'>Petaloo meets Jillibean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpsJvOR_q0g/TwoMTnTwvYI/AAAAAAAAXUo/O6Ye9eMJFLY/s1600/WinterWonderland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpsJvOR_q0g/TwoMTnTwvYI/AAAAAAAAXUo/O6Ye9eMJFLY/s400/WinterWonderland.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Winter projects with &lt;a href="http://petaloo.typepad.com/blog/2011/12/winter-wonderland-with-petaloo-and-jillibean-soup.html" target="_blank"&gt;Petaloo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So loved the fact that they teamed up with&lt;a href="http://www.jillibeansoup.typepad.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Jillibean Soup&lt;/a&gt; and I got to work with this awesome winter line. I am so in love with the little pinguins and the colors match so well together again. &lt;br /&gt;It's nice to head over to the&lt;a href="http://petaloo.typepad.com/blog/" target="_blank"&gt; Petaloo blog&lt;/a&gt;. There are some delicious CHA sneak peeks allready!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3014869089681995177?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3014869089681995177/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3014869089681995177' title='4 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3014869089681995177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3014869089681995177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/petaloo-meets-jillibean.html' title='Petaloo meets Jillibean'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpsJvOR_q0g/TwoMTnTwvYI/AAAAAAAAXUo/O6Ye9eMJFLY/s72-c/WinterWonderland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-4031712092793883586</id><published>2011-12-12T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:33:58.826+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EREn2drfBu4/TwoIQehVllI/AAAAAAAAXUY/_xq9WQZx_Dw/s1600/ma12-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Het was een slechte dag voor mij. Mama maakte een einde aan de kunst. Levensgrote schilderijen werden dan wel eerst gefotografeerd.. maar goed.. daarna.. gewoon de prullebak in gegooid. Ik huilde tranen met tuiten.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzN-PVcTmq0/TwoIQ77ebMI/AAAAAAAAXUc/RV5qFXg0_M8/s1600/ma12-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzN-PVcTmq0/TwoIQ77ebMI/AAAAAAAAXUc/RV5qFXg0_M8/s400/ma12-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Ook omdat mama had geprobeerd het te verstoppen. Ik ontdekte het toen ik de schillen van mijn manderijntje in de prullebak wilde gooien.. onder een stapel reklame blaadjes zag ik daar ineens mijn kunst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gatsiepielekes. Ik gooi haar scrap toch ook niet in de prullenbak??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nee dan Amber.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EREn2drfBu4/TwoIQehVllI/AAAAAAAAXUY/_xq9WQZx_Dw/s1600/ma12-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EREn2drfBu4/TwoIQehVllI/AAAAAAAAXUY/_xq9WQZx_Dw/s400/ma12-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Die kreeg gewoon van jo-jo een prachtig album van het huis Anubis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a bad day for me. Mom killed my art. Paintings as huge as I am in the bin. I cried my heart out. Also because mom was sneaky. She tried to hide it from me. I discovered them when I wanted to throw my fruit leftovers neatly in the bin. And not even out in the open.. nope.. carefully tucked away under a pile of dirt. URGH! I dont&amp;nbsp; throw her scrap away.. do I now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nope.. it was a better day for Amber. She received a beautiful album from the house Anubis from jo-jo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-4031712092793883586?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4031712092793883586/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=4031712092793883586' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/4031712092793883586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/4031712092793883586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/goodbye-art.html' title='Goodbye Art'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzN-PVcTmq0/TwoIQ77ebMI/AAAAAAAAXUc/RV5qFXg0_M8/s72-c/ma12-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-8190828892330503864</id><published>2011-12-11T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:15:27.961+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Een goeie dag voor een feestje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tns3X9nDFNw/TwoDBhTBQYI/AAAAAAAAXTA/v7mRflMgGDE/s1600/zo11-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ze houden wel van een feestje.. die papa en mama van mij. En wij natuurlijk ook. We sliepen uit vanochtend.. en daarna startten we langzaam de dag op. We bekeken&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3n46MWBiS4/TwoDH1wz_cI/AAAAAAAAXUQ/Hm7aqW9EUzo/s1600/zo11-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3n46MWBiS4/TwoDH1wz_cI/AAAAAAAAXUQ/Hm7aqW9EUzo/s400/zo11-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wat fotoalbum&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tns3X9nDFNw/TwoDBhTBQYI/AAAAAAAAXTA/v7mRflMgGDE/s1600/zo11-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tns3X9nDFNw/TwoDBhTBQYI/AAAAAAAAXTA/v7mRflMgGDE/s400/zo11-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s en maakte ons klaar voor de film. Allemaal in onze allermooiste kleren. Ik mocht zelfs mijn "pumps" aan.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rrDFdC7LHS8/TwoDG1rwvcI/AAAAAAAAXT8/sXyxSnQ8BjI/s1600/zo11-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qstct2iRpXs/TwoDCH_zylI/AAAAAAAAXTE/Puj-6Ixr4OQ/s1600/zo11-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qstct2iRpXs/TwoDCH_zylI/AAAAAAAAXTE/Puj-6Ixr4OQ/s400/zo11-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mama maakte foto's en foto's.. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tI2-X95Yl4/TwoDCT9kNqI/AAAAAAAAXTM/umjYFdKzBdE/s1600/zo11-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tI2-X95Yl4/TwoDCT9kNqI/AAAAAAAAXTM/umjYFdKzBdE/s400/zo11-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en toen wilde ik eigenlijk heel graag papa en mama op de foto zetten..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBR1u6zXb6I/TwoDC0H7ShI/AAAAAAAAXTQ/jrePn6LL7B4/s1600/zo11-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBR1u6zXb6I/TwoDC0H7ShI/AAAAAAAAXTQ/jrePn6LL7B4/s400/zo11-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en ook nog samen met Noah.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ywsWyHPDH4/TwoDDqPhsaI/AAAAAAAAXTg/QR0PZxC3O_U/s1600/zo11-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ywsWyHPDH4/TwoDDqPhsaI/AAAAAAAAXTg/QR0PZxC3O_U/s400/zo11-6.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ik wilde nog veel meer fotograferen maar het mocht niet van mama anders kwamen we te laat voor Happy Feet 2 in 3D &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dx6J0S6iLs/TwoDHhag7FI/AAAAAAAAXUA/CIfMB8bJKp0/s1600/happyfeet2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dx6J0S6iLs/TwoDHhag7FI/AAAAAAAAXUA/CIfMB8bJKp0/s400/happyfeet2.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hij was helemaal geweldig. We dronken Cola, aten popcorn en zaten daar in het donker met onze 3D brillen op. Het mooiste van de filmp was de aftiteling.. toen konden we bellen vangen tussen de namen door.. dát was leuk!! Na de film gingen we uit eten in Lands End. Daar kijk je op zee.. en naar het eiland terwijl het veer heen en weer vaart. Het is zelfs in het donker prachtig met alle lichtjes.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1mq-OTfCY4/TwoDE9CpfwI/AAAAAAAAXTk/lCHkJiLHeMs/s1600/zo11-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1mq-OTfCY4/TwoDE9CpfwI/AAAAAAAAXTk/lCHkJiLHeMs/s400/zo11-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ze hebben er heerlijk eten.. en nog veel lekkerdere toetjes.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LZln9Q__-o/TwoDGcCTr2I/AAAAAAAAXT0/FHVR6ewyW44/s1600/zo11-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LZln9Q__-o/TwoDGcCTr2I/AAAAAAAAXT0/FHVR6ewyW44/s400/zo11-10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We entertainde iedereen in het restaurant nog even met de Macarena &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-es3VaziVY_Q/TwoDFf2O5kI/AAAAAAAAXTw/O2xH6PJGxx4/s1600/zo11-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-es3VaziVY_Q/TwoDFf2O5kI/AAAAAAAAXTw/O2xH6PJGxx4/s400/zo11-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het was een super dag!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rrDFdC7LHS8/TwoDG1rwvcI/AAAAAAAAXT8/sXyxSnQ8BjI/s1600/zo11-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rrDFdC7LHS8/TwoDG1rwvcI/AAAAAAAAXT8/sXyxSnQ8BjI/s400/zo11-11.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love a little party.. my parents.. and so do we. We slept in today.. and then we started the day nice and slow. We looked into our photo albums and got ready for the movies. All in our pretty clothes. I even got to wear my glitter shoes. Mom took picture after picture.. and then I wanted to take pictures. I wanted to photograph mom and dad.. and Noah too. I wanted to photograph even more.. but mom didn't let me otherwise we would be late fot Happy Feet 2 in 3D&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. We drank Coke, ate popcorn and sat in the dark together with our 3D glasses on. THe most beautiful part was the end... when all the names came.. it had tons of bubbles and we could almost catch them. I really really love 3D. After the movie we went for dinner in Lands End. You can see the sea from the window.. and the island.. and the Ferry. It's even beautiful in the dark with all the pretty lights.. and they have yummie food.. with even yummier deserts. It was an awesome day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-8190828892330503864?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/8190828892330503864/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=8190828892330503864' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8190828892330503864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8190828892330503864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/een-goeie-dag-voor-een-feestje.html' title='Een goeie dag voor een feestje'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3n46MWBiS4/TwoDH1wz_cI/AAAAAAAAXUQ/Hm7aqW9EUzo/s72-c/zo11-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3063788181175682060</id><published>2011-12-10T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:55:06.440+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Meester Herbert</title><content type='html'>Nu heb ik meester Herbert. Meester Herbert is vet cool! We doen allemaal super leuke dingen met zwemles. Eerst gaat hij met ons praten. Uitleggen wat we doen moeten enzo. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bzYT6nVWmw/Twn4zC0ZPRI/AAAAAAAAXRs/57vwIKucgyM/s1600/za10-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bzYT6nVWmw/Twn4zC0ZPRI/AAAAAAAAXRs/57vwIKucgyM/s400/za10-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coachen heet het geloof ik... en dan.. dan doen we moeilijke dingen. Ik zwem met ringen op mijn hoofd.. die mogen er niet afvallen.. anders moet ik ze zelf weer opduiken. En het is heel heel diep waar ik zwem. Zie je me gaan met die rode ring op mijn hoofd? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsS6fahF2Uo/Twn4zx6YpBI/AAAAAAAAXR8/oDpUuIJm5Ug/s1600/za10-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsS6fahF2Uo/Twn4zx6YpBI/AAAAAAAAXR8/oDpUuIJm5Ug/s400/za10-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dat ben ik ja! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BETYBimgmH4/Twn40lhzWbI/AAAAAAAAXSE/tftetjeWJ0I/s1600/za10-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BETYBimgmH4/Twn40lhzWbI/AAAAAAAAXSE/tftetjeWJ0I/s320/za10-4.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool hè? en met bord .. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6RzRb2gQnpI/Twn41OQrh1I/AAAAAAAAXSM/cSFRM6pKH-s/s1600/za10-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6RzRb2gQnpI/Twn41OQrh1I/AAAAAAAAXSM/cSFRM6pKH-s/s400/za10-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en koprollen van de kant..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KDejcFDMzg/Twn4zoiaVsI/AAAAAAAAXR0/f-rqyWKFN3A/s1600/za10-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KDejcFDMzg/Twn4zoiaVsI/AAAAAAAAXR0/f-rqyWKFN3A/s400/za10-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ik mocht "het gat" klaarleggen in het water&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8oQF-3cVOA/Twn413ocybI/AAAAAAAAXSY/2HNOR3EHdVc/s1600/za10-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8oQF-3cVOA/Twn413ocybI/AAAAAAAAXSY/2HNOR3EHdVc/s400/za10-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en als laatste.. van de hoge duikplank. Mama had het er super benauwd van&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyeiO05ZjM/Twn42qn6VAI/AAAAAAAAXSg/7e7GU1l2vic/s1600/za10-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXyeiO05ZjM/Twn42qn6VAI/AAAAAAAAXSg/7e7GU1l2vic/s400/za10-7.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..maar ik sprong.. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QADngy6aqw0/Twn43TqzoPI/AAAAAAAAXSk/farzfWiMKFs/s1600/za10-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QADngy6aqw0/Twn43TqzoPI/AAAAAAAAXSk/farzfWiMKFs/s400/za10-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en toen ik het een keer gedurfd had gingen we nog een keer.. Ik moest schreeuwen van de badmeester.. een soort oerkreet.. maar daar zag ik de humor niet van in&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nWHjP_wMuGQ/Twn43gAm8cI/AAAAAAAAXSs/PT8c8K7M5ls/s1600/za10-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nWHjP_wMuGQ/Twn43gAm8cI/AAAAAAAAXSs/PT8c8K7M5ls/s400/za10-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Maar ik sprong wel nog een keer. Daarna ging ik naar Amber. Zij zit nu ook in het diepe... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHT4rgkzpkM/Twn4yo6wWiI/AAAAAAAAXRo/Je6aRr38bl8/s1600/za10-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHT4rgkzpkM/Twn4yo6wWiI/AAAAAAAAXRo/Je6aRr38bl8/s400/za10-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we speelde kerstman en rendier met arreslee &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2aqoo51LmU/Twn44FHfR0I/AAAAAAAAXS4/-KWSAkyRq9s/s1600/za10-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2aqoo51LmU/Twn44FHfR0I/AAAAAAAAXS4/-KWSAkyRq9s/s400/za10-10.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in haar huis.. terwijl haar mama filmpjes monteert voor mijn mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have swim teacher Herbert. Teacher Herbert is super cool. We do super fun stuff with swimlessons. First he talks to us.. explains what to do. It's called coaching I think.. and then we have to do hard stuff. I swim with a ring on my head. It's not supposed to fall down otherwise I have to dive like mad to get it. It's very deep where I swim. Can you see me with my red ring? And with the plate on my head. I also had to do headrolls from the edge into the water.. and put "the hole" in the water. Last but not least I had to jump of the high board. Mom was more scared then I was.. watching me jump.. but I really liked it... and went jumping a second time. Teacher Herber told me to scream while I jumped.. some kind of Tarzan scream.. but I didn't think it would be funny.. I did jump again however.&lt;br /&gt;After swimming lessons I went to Amber. She swims in the big swimmingpool too now.. In her house we played Santa Claus and Rudolph the red nose raindeer.. and the sleigh of course.. while her mommy edited movies for my mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3063788181175682060?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3063788181175682060/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3063788181175682060' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3063788181175682060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3063788181175682060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/meester-herbert.html' title='Meester Herbert'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bzYT6nVWmw/Twn4zC0ZPRI/AAAAAAAAXRs/57vwIKucgyM/s72-c/za10-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-9172891990060613629</id><published>2011-12-09T19:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:12:01.120+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Speelgoed - al dan niet zelfgemaakt-</title><content type='html'>De kersthond zong liedjes...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQjzs88LfC0/TwiPEtWSn3I/AAAAAAAAXRc/a2HPaYy193o/s1600/vr9-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQjzs88LfC0/TwiPEtWSn3I/AAAAAAAAXRc/a2HPaYy193o/s400/vr9-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;het zoveelste gebouw werd gebouwd.. en toen verzuchtte ik.. Ik zou eigenlijk wel op snorkelles willen als ik mijn C heb gehaald... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfuzo0dF6Jw/TwiPESOOkhI/AAAAAAAAXRY/oYTxkHaleZ0/s1600/vr9-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfuzo0dF6Jw/TwiPESOOkhI/AAAAAAAAXRY/oYTxkHaleZ0/s400/vr9-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en dus maakte ik alvast mijn eigen snorkelsetje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The christmasdog is singing his song while I made the gazillionst building.. and then I sighed "I think I want to learn how to snorkel when I have my C".. and so it happend that I created my own set in advance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-9172891990060613629?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/9172891990060613629/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=9172891990060613629' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/9172891990060613629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/9172891990060613629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/speelgoed-al-dan-niet-zelfgemaakt.html' title='Speelgoed - al dan niet zelfgemaakt-'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQjzs88LfC0/TwiPEtWSn3I/AAAAAAAAXRc/a2HPaYy193o/s72-c/vr9-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5181250606009050393</id><published>2011-12-08T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:23:02.062+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><title type='text'>Jeugdpuistjes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YDAH8cEirIw/TwiMs-N8oKI/AAAAAAAAXQ4/FTi7ptbNrtM/s1600/jeugdpuistje2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Die puberteit kan niet vroeg genoeg beginnen&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-26xE73g7r_U/TwiMtVz4HkI/AAAAAAAAXQ8/qsZJA0evxd0/s1600/jeugdpuistje1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-26xE73g7r_U/TwiMtVz4HkI/AAAAAAAAXQ8/qsZJA0evxd0/s400/jeugdpuistje1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. tja.. het heet niet voor niks JEUGD puistje.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YDAH8cEirIw/TwiMs-N8oKI/AAAAAAAAXQ4/FTi7ptbNrtM/s1600/jeugdpuistje2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YDAH8cEirIw/TwiMs-N8oKI/AAAAAAAAXQ4/FTi7ptbNrtM/s400/jeugdpuistje2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Puberty knocking on the door a tad early. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5181250606009050393?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5181250606009050393/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5181250606009050393' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5181250606009050393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5181250606009050393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/jeugdpuistjes.html' title='Jeugdpuistjes'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-26xE73g7r_U/TwiMtVz4HkI/AAAAAAAAXQ8/qsZJA0evxd0/s72-c/jeugdpuistje1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5671852061127524996</id><published>2011-12-07T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:15:46.302+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Architectuur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aG3OC5sZx2A/TwiKZDQdFII/AAAAAAAAXQw/BV9PBDLjaCY/s1600/wo7-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creativiteit is er wel.. nu nog wat experimenteren met stabiliteit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aG3OC5sZx2A/TwiKZDQdFII/AAAAAAAAXQw/BV9PBDLjaCY/s1600/wo7-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aG3OC5sZx2A/TwiKZDQdFII/AAAAAAAAXQw/BV9PBDLjaCY/s400/wo7-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lack of creativity.. just experimenting with stability&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5671852061127524996?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5671852061127524996/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5671852061127524996' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5671852061127524996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5671852061127524996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/architectuur.html' title='Architectuur'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aG3OC5sZx2A/TwiKZDQdFII/AAAAAAAAXQw/BV9PBDLjaCY/s72-c/wo7-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5017042368896169238</id><published>2011-12-06T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T18:56:14.069+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Het Boek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Lrq0upzjQM/TwiEt0Vx08I/AAAAAAAAXQQ/QY5Aj1jTIp8/s1600/di6-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama was heel gelukkig. Vandaag werd haar blogboek bezorgd. Van 2010. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUf7XOoLOlw/TwiEusF9VRI/AAAAAAAAXQc/R93USOtlyyA/s1600/di6-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUf7XOoLOlw/TwiEusF9VRI/AAAAAAAAXQc/R93USOtlyyA/s400/di6-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het is super mooi geworden. We speelden met de huis Anubis kaarten die we van de Sint hadden gekregen.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKSm992ZBAY/TwiEuVZupfI/AAAAAAAAXQU/76mfOPi1xbY/s1600/di6-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKSm992ZBAY/TwiEuVZupfI/AAAAAAAAXQU/76mfOPi1xbY/s400/di6-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nu hebben én ik én Noah zo een mooi verzamel boek.. en ik..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGNqbXv9gtI/TwiEvEz9owI/AAAAAAAAXQg/QTr_ha9R63U/s1600/di6-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGNqbXv9gtI/TwiEvEz9owI/AAAAAAAAXQg/QTr_ha9R63U/s400/di6-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ik speelde met mijn nieuwe Kapla.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Lrq0upzjQM/TwiEt0Vx08I/AAAAAAAAXQQ/QY5Aj1jTIp8/s1600/di6-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Lrq0upzjQM/TwiEt0Vx08I/AAAAAAAAXQQ/QY5Aj1jTIp8/s400/di6-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ik denk dat ik later architect ga worden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was totally happy. Today our blogbook 2010 was delivered at our doorstep. It's beautiful! We played with our new house Anubus cards we got from Saint Nicholas. Noah has his collection album too now. and I played with my Kapla. I think I will be an architect when I grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5017042368896169238?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5017042368896169238/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5017042368896169238' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5017042368896169238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5017042368896169238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/het-boek.html' title='Het Boek'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUf7XOoLOlw/TwiEusF9VRI/AAAAAAAAXQc/R93USOtlyyA/s72-c/di6-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-8557037310618176758</id><published>2011-12-05T15:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:44:27.014+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Noah red het Sinterklaasfeest</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;De dag begon al goed met Sint op school. Mama wilde me thuishouden maar Juf Jacqueline had mijn hulp nodig.&amp;nbsp; Het zit namelijk zo. Ik ben de stoerste en sterkste jongen van de klas.. en de juf heeft een geheim dat ik niemand mocht verklappen. Ze is namelijk een beetje bang voor de Sint en ik moet de hele tijd haar hand vasthouden anders durft ze niet met de Sint in de klas en dan kan niemand in mijn klas Sinterklaas vieren. Ik hielp haar heel goed.. de hele dag.. en toen durfde ze het. Het was een beetje "Noah red het Sinterklaasfeest." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb6kbmptU-Q/TwhdOBsMusI/AAAAAAAAXN0/iGxJvasJ9ng/s1600/ma5-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb6kbmptU-Q/TwhdOBsMusI/AAAAAAAAXN0/iGxJvasJ9ng/s400/ma5-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ik kreeg een prachtige lego auto. Papa en ik zette hem in elkaar. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dl6etxqsemg/TwhdOSTG6VI/AAAAAAAAXN8/n9KN-kKHZH0/s1600/ma5-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dl6etxqsemg/TwhdOSTG6VI/AAAAAAAAXN8/n9KN-kKHZH0/s400/ma5-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gisterochtend lag er een briefje in mijn schoen van Sinterklaas. Er stond op dat hij niet zelf kon komen voor een kopje koffie.. omdat dit jaar andere kindjes aan de beurt zijn voor een huisbezoek. Hij stuurde Zwarte Piet langs met de cadeautjes... althans.. dat denk ik. Er klonk hard geroffel op het raam en ik kroop bijna IN papa.. Amber deed de deur open (zij is VET moedig!) en riep.. NOAH!!! Kom eens kijken!!! Ja dáááág!! Echt niet. Maar ze zei dat er niemand was... alleen maar zakken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5yINKrgX1bY/TwhdP0IadBI/AAAAAAAAXOM/DKdogKWH_NQ/s1600/ma5-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5yINKrgX1bY/TwhdP0IadBI/AAAAAAAAXOM/DKdogKWH_NQ/s400/ma5-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. en joh er was toch veel. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSn5mzdW_B0/TwhdPNJCd7I/AAAAAAAAXOE/Nb2d7nqGghg/s1600/ma5-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSn5mzdW_B0/TwhdPNJCd7I/AAAAAAAAXOE/Nb2d7nqGghg/s400/ma5-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amber kreeg een keukentje&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-914bJw4Z2vs/TwhdNstbDsI/AAAAAAAAXNw/Lzkf4vXDLso/s1600/ma5-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-914bJw4Z2vs/TwhdNstbDsI/AAAAAAAAXNw/Lzkf4vXDLso/s400/ma5-5.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. dat wilde ze al heel lang... ik kreeg lego.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdB3Ae7Lbik/TwheNAAn_ZI/AAAAAAAAXPY/zW8EbM1gg90/s1600/ma5-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdB3Ae7Lbik/TwheNAAn_ZI/AAAAAAAAXPY/zW8EbM1gg90/s400/ma5-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;. en allebei &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GAigapn5nk/TwheM-hUxBI/AAAAAAAAXPU/YzZCZbCUWEs/s1600/ma5-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GAigapn5nk/TwheM-hUxBI/AAAAAAAAXPU/YzZCZbCUWEs/s400/ma5-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;kregen we filmpjes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l_l40Ko4UKs/TwheL1tFIgI/AAAAAAAAXPE/M0ABo4Lu2Jg/s1600/ma5-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l_l40Ko4UKs/TwheL1tFIgI/AAAAAAAAXPE/M0ABo4Lu2Jg/s400/ma5-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Amber kreeg Littlest Pet Shop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOlhTLrfqtQ/TwheMBE5v0I/AAAAAAAAXPM/5lnWTxDNFeQ/s1600/ma5-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOlhTLrfqtQ/TwheMBE5v0I/AAAAAAAAXPM/5lnWTxDNFeQ/s400/ma5-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; en het klapstuk van de avond was voor haar een grote ton Kapla. Ze ging direct bouwen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hGmipbCmSUI/TwheLRBGmEI/AAAAAAAAXPA/RsRrScUpzbQ/s1600/ma5-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hGmipbCmSUI/TwheLRBGmEI/AAAAAAAAXPA/RsRrScUpzbQ/s400/ma5-10.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. en toen kwam mijn klapstuk. Ik kreeg de Arc! Ik vond het zó mooi. Hij is echt van mij.. er staat namelijk "Noah" voorop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjnHcmQ3j3o/TwheVoDXg9I/AAAAAAAAXPs/5KkdKJQliF4/s1600/ma5-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjnHcmQ3j3o/TwheVoDXg9I/AAAAAAAAXPs/5KkdKJQliF4/s400/ma5-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;. Ik ging meteen de tafel poetsen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YsCHpcebFZg/TwheVxLS0CI/AAAAAAAAXP0/II3EIVO4SEE/s1600/ma5-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YsCHpcebFZg/TwheVxLS0CI/AAAAAAAAXP0/II3EIVO4SEE/s400/ma5-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;zodat mama hem met mij kon gaan bouwen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KpYfljdg68/TwheWitQh7I/AAAAAAAAXP8/2EpsqTCxoi4/s1600/ma5-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KpYfljdg68/TwheWitQh7I/AAAAAAAAXP8/2EpsqTCxoi4/s400/ma5-13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hij heeft dieren&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6cot1XoM5o/TwheVNzgMBI/AAAAAAAAXPo/f8Jl3ENPhNY/s1600/ma5-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6cot1XoM5o/TwheVNzgMBI/AAAAAAAAXPo/f8Jl3ENPhNY/s400/ma5-15.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; en poppetjes..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFybH76M9uM/TwheXHPT69I/AAAAAAAAXQA/UgZweYJ45GU/s1600/ma5-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFybH76M9uM/TwheXHPT69I/AAAAAAAAXQA/UgZweYJ45GU/s400/ma5-14.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; en hij is zooooo prachtig.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The day started great with Saint Nicholas at school. Mommy talked to the teacher on friday. She wanted to keep me home but my teacher didn't allow it. She needed my help and I promised to help her. Thing is.. I am the strongest and toughest boy in my class and the teacher let me in on a secret. She is scared to death of Saint Nicholas and she needs me to hold her hand all day otherwise she is too afraid and she can't have Saint Nic in the classroom and then all my classmates won't have a Saint Nicholas celebration. It was quite obvious what I had to do so I told my mom I was going to school because of a secret agreement between teacher Jacqueline and me. Mom was totally surprised but happy I made up my own mind. It was kinda a "Noah saves the day" situation. I got a beautiful lego car and dad and I put it together. Yesterdaymorning there was a note in my shoe from Saint Nic. He wrote he cannot have a cup of coffee in my home this year.. because this year he has to visit other kids. He send Zwarte Piet with gifts.. at least.. I think so. Someone was banging on the door and I almost crawled into daddy.. I lost all my courage again at the front door I guess. Amber openend the door (She has enough courage for the both of us) and then she yelled "NOAH!!!'&amp;nbsp; come and have a look. Yeah right!! Not gonna happen!! But she said no1 was there just things.. and she needed my help carrying it inside. It was awesome. Amber got a kitchen.. she wanted to have that for a while. I got lego... and both of us got movies. Amber got Littlest Pet Shop and the highlight of the day was a big box of Kapla. She started building and playing right away. Then I got my Arch. I thought it was the most beautiful ship I have ever seen. And it's really mind.. it says "Noah" on the front. I cleaned the table right away .. so mom could start putting it together.. It has all kinds of animals and it's sooo awesome!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-8557037310618176758?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/8557037310618176758/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=8557037310618176758' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8557037310618176758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8557037310618176758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/noah-red-het-sinterklaasfeest.html' title='Noah red het Sinterklaasfeest'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb6kbmptU-Q/TwhdOBsMusI/AAAAAAAAXN0/iGxJvasJ9ng/s72-c/ma5-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-136375036148256001</id><published>2011-12-04T15:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:30:57.272+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Kerstfotosessie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NUCZYid5oxU/TwhVwYiLmWI/AAAAAAAAXJQ/Cbaop86OH1Y/s1600/zo4-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dikke pret met de zelfontspanner weer vandaag. We deden onze mooie kleren aan en ik mocht makeuppen voor de kerst foto.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NUCZYid5oxU/TwhVwYiLmWI/AAAAAAAAXJQ/Cbaop86OH1Y/s1600/zo4-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NUCZYid5oxU/TwhVwYiLmWI/AAAAAAAAXJQ/Cbaop86OH1Y/s400/zo4-6.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa maakte een studio.. en tja.. toen kon de lol beginnen!! Noah noah!! niet HOERA!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQgkuXqOlkI/TwhVw0WxgkI/AAAAAAAAXJU/qlcND8Krz2Q/s1600/zo4-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQgkuXqOlkI/TwhVw0WxgkI/AAAAAAAAXJU/qlcND8Krz2Q/s400/zo4-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doe je armen naar beneden!!! Papa!!! Je hebt je bril nog op!!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNOc4dvKrn8/TwhVxEzIItI/AAAAAAAAXJc/J0PkTYePbtw/s1600/zo4-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNOc4dvKrn8/TwhVxEzIItI/AAAAAAAAXJc/J0PkTYePbtw/s400/zo4-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MAM!!! Je bent je ketting vergeten.. OE!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jNdBc983GY/TwhVx_H4eRI/AAAAAAAAXJk/tBUTgYNX2JU/s1600/zo4-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jNdBc983GY/TwhVx_H4eRI/AAAAAAAAXJk/tBUTgYNX2JU/s400/zo4-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"KAAS"&amp;nbsp; roepen op de foto.. is toch niet zo mooi als "FRISBEE"..&lt;br /&gt;We werden er doodmoe van!! En toen had mama iets anders verzonnen.. we mochten pepernoten bakken! Dat was een moeilijk werkje!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PmA8I1AcAI/TwhVyf19WuI/AAAAAAAAXJs/cQ5z4KUOd7U/s1600/zo4-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PmA8I1AcAI/TwhVyf19WuI/AAAAAAAAXJs/cQ5z4KUOd7U/s400/zo4-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maar we hadden wel dikke pret!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FzzaYg6JQ0g/TwhVzRzFEPI/AAAAAAAAXJ0/V9ipXXOz-mg/s1600/zo4-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FzzaYg6JQ0g/TwhVzRzFEPI/AAAAAAAAXJ0/V9ipXXOz-mg/s400/zo4-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-136375036148256001?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/136375036148256001/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=136375036148256001' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/136375036148256001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/136375036148256001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/kerstfotosessie.html' title='Kerstfotosessie'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NUCZYid5oxU/TwhVwYiLmWI/AAAAAAAAXJQ/Cbaop86OH1Y/s72-c/zo4-6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-6912403032255930971</id><published>2011-12-03T15:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:24:22.429+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Sinterklaas op de Scouting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSEe5xuZM1o/TwhVBZdeyaI/AAAAAAAAXJA/5kjLls3rPk4/s1600/za3-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sinterklaas was op de scouting geweest. Ik had samen met papa een eigen stoomboot geknutseld.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0RvjCogB8E/TwhVCusMKaI/AAAAAAAAXJI/baPrsn-pJXE/s1600/za3-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0RvjCogB8E/TwhVCusMKaI/AAAAAAAAXJI/baPrsn-pJXE/s400/za3-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sint had er snoepjes in gebracht en ik had een dagboek gekregen.. met een slotje&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSEe5xuZM1o/TwhVBZdeyaI/AAAAAAAAXJA/5kjLls3rPk4/s1600/za3-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSEe5xuZM1o/TwhVBZdeyaI/AAAAAAAAXJA/5kjLls3rPk4/s400/za3-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Helemaal spannend en écht groot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Nicholas visited the scouts too. I crafted a steamboat with daddy. Saint Nicholas filled it with candy and I got a diary.. with a lock. Very very grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-6912403032255930971?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6912403032255930971/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=6912403032255930971' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6912403032255930971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6912403032255930971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2012/01/sinterklaas-op-de-scouting.html' title='Sinterklaas op de Scouting'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0RvjCogB8E/TwhVCusMKaI/AAAAAAAAXJI/baPrsn-pJXE/s72-c/za3-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-7270738446899987649</id><published>2011-12-02T11:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:17:51.873+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Scrappen voor jong en oud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPK6fsFLFjU/TwV1AUGYayI/AAAAAAAAXIo/1c9FvINC1P0/s1600/vr2-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vrijdag middag zijn we vrij.. Noah had zijn vriendje te spelen (die ernstig spijt had gezegd te hebben dat hij ook wilde blijven eten)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPK6fsFLFjU/TwV1AUGYayI/AAAAAAAAXIo/1c9FvINC1P0/s1600/vr2-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPK6fsFLFjU/TwV1AUGYayI/AAAAAAAAXIo/1c9FvINC1P0/s400/vr2-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en ik.. ik wilde scrappen.. met mama. Ik had van Carla van&lt;a href="http://www.simpel-scrappen.nl/" target="_blank"&gt; Simpel Scrappen&lt;/a&gt; een pakket gekregen .. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_8SgEGNQrM/TwV1BIk9xlI/AAAAAAAAXIs/tV4SH9Mhj9U/s1600/vr2-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_8SgEGNQrM/TwV1BIk9xlI/AAAAAAAAXIs/tV4SH9Mhj9U/s400/vr2-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ze heeft altijd zulke leuke pakketten.. en toen gingen we samen scrappen .. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4Gm1tVCmxQ/TwV1BjUoHhI/AAAAAAAAXI0/YUrW4rmqR9s/s1600/vr2-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4Gm1tVCmxQ/TwV1BjUoHhI/AAAAAAAAXI0/YUrW4rmqR9s/s400/vr2-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mama en ik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon is our afternoon off. Noah had his friend over for playing (and he regretted with a passion that he said he wanted to have dinner at our place) and I .. I wanted to scrap with mommy. I got a kit from Carla from Simpel Scrappen .. she always has such fun kits.. and then we spend the evening scrapping together.. mommy and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-7270738446899987649?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7270738446899987649/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=7270738446899987649' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7270738446899987649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7270738446899987649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/scrappen-voor-jong-en-oud.html' title='Scrappen voor jong en oud'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPK6fsFLFjU/TwV1AUGYayI/AAAAAAAAXIo/1c9FvINC1P0/s72-c/vr2-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-4089245479856672088</id><published>2011-12-01T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:49:22.484+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Mama's "vroeger vriendinnen"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvRSYgDky0k/TwDShiCaVlI/AAAAAAAAXIM/3gajgbu9Oss/s1600/do1-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama had vroeger.. toen ze klein was.. en op de lagere school zat een "hartsvriendin". Gek vind ik dat.. dat mama ooit eens was als ik.. en dat ze toen 1 hele goeie vriendin had. Irene heette ze. Irene had ook een zus. Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;Irene en Yvonne zijn nu groot.. net als mama.. en ze hebben ook dochters.. net als mama. Ze zijn zo een 3 en 5 jaar ouder dan ik.. en ook een beetje groter.. maar ik ben erg erg groot voor mijn leeftijd.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31noHpZXLiE/TwDSiqYJE4I/AAAAAAAAXIc/MBNPZo7RRWU/s1600/do1-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31noHpZXLiE/TwDSiqYJE4I/AAAAAAAAXIc/MBNPZo7RRWU/s400/do1-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ze hebben hele coole kleren die ik mocht hebben.. omdat ze te groot gegroeid zijn om ze aan te kunnen. Ik pas ze precies.. en ik zie er super groot in uit.. en cool enzo. Ik heb ook een opzij-se staart gemaakt&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nAqjmvncTOQ/TwDSiGxv_gI/AAAAAAAAXIQ/n0H9cz-afk0/s1600/do1-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nAqjmvncTOQ/TwDSiGxv_gI/AAAAAAAAXIQ/n0H9cz-afk0/s400/do1-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Dat is ook heel groot!&lt;br /&gt;Verder is vandaag december begonnen.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvRSYgDky0k/TwDShiCaVlI/AAAAAAAAXIM/3gajgbu9Oss/s1600/do1-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvRSYgDky0k/TwDShiCaVlI/AAAAAAAAXIM/3gajgbu9Oss/s400/do1-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en kregen we van mama een advent kalender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had a BFF when she was a lil girl in elementary. That thought makes me giggle.. the fact that mom was ones like I am now... and that she had a BFF. Her name was Irene.. and Irene had a sister. Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;Irene and Yvonne are all grown up now.. like mom.. and they have daughters.. like mom. The daughters are aprox. 3 and 5 years older then I am.. a bit taller too.. but I am pretty tall for my age. They have real cool clothes... that I was allowed to have.. because they are too tall for them. They fit perfectly. I look real cool in them. Real tall and such. I also did my own hair.. an ontheside-ponytail. Because that looks real grown up too.&lt;br /&gt;Today December started.. and mom gave us an advent calendar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-4089245479856672088?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4089245479856672088/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=4089245479856672088' title='4 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/4089245479856672088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/4089245479856672088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/mamas-vroeger-vriendinnen.html' title='Mama&apos;s &quot;vroeger vriendinnen&quot;'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31noHpZXLiE/TwDSiqYJE4I/AAAAAAAAXIc/MBNPZo7RRWU/s72-c/do1-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5434356670667395883</id><published>2011-11-30T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:51:04.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><title type='text'>Bang voor Sint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrwL4Y3fHck/TwC_YtuR6PI/AAAAAAAAXGM/nFDBAzZI2Y4/s1600/wo30-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ik ben bang voor de Sint... en het gaat maar niet over.. Ik wilde eigenlijk niet zo graag naar het feestje op mama's werk.. maar mama zei dat ik moest oefenen.. voor school enzo.. en dat ze meeging.. en papa ook.. om me te beschermen... als ik te bang werd.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AuKzeb_9WFU/TwC_ZJWT7EI/AAAAAAAAXGQ/aYcyKy4f2ck/s1600/wo30-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AuKzeb_9WFU/TwC_ZJWT7EI/AAAAAAAAXGQ/aYcyKy4f2ck/s400/wo30-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Amber is niet bang voor Sint. Nooit geweest ook. Zij was hartstikke blij want ze zag haar vriendinnetje Marleen weer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHVzir08n9Q/TwC_ZjCcH5I/AAAAAAAAXGY/qEHMe9mH9Iw/s1600/wo30-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHVzir08n9Q/TwC_ZjCcH5I/AAAAAAAAXGY/qEHMe9mH9Iw/s400/wo30-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Van de peuterschool.. en van de meisjesscouting waar ze toch niet naartoe gaat. Eerst was er een goochelaarclown.. die deed allerlei truucs. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrwL4Y3fHck/TwC_YtuR6PI/AAAAAAAAXGM/nFDBAzZI2Y4/s1600/wo30-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrwL4Y3fHck/TwC_YtuR6PI/AAAAAAAAXGM/nFDBAzZI2Y4/s400/wo30-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amber en Marleen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGstjFyhFA0/TwC_aQkjsqI/AAAAAAAAXGo/kFAh4zRR-bQ/s1600/wo30-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGstjFyhFA0/TwC_aQkjsqI/AAAAAAAAXGo/kFAh4zRR-bQ/s400/wo30-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; deden samen mee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rSgLnxQkeo/TwC_aJpi-DI/AAAAAAAAXGc/BZUk1lUAPz8/s1600/wo30-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rSgLnxQkeo/TwC_aJpi-DI/AAAAAAAAXGc/BZUk1lUAPz8/s400/wo30-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;. En toen had hij papa's nodig.. en deed papa mee...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G47c4hpaANs/TwC_gO14uGI/AAAAAAAAXHA/kJkAp8m7Y0E/s1600/wo30-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G47c4hpaANs/TwC_gO14uGI/AAAAAAAAXHA/kJkAp8m7Y0E/s400/wo30-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; en mocht ik bij mama zitten.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Het ging het ging.. en toen... kwam hij binnen.. en hàd ik het niet meer..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWjguRnBY0s/TwC_iYiqNII/AAAAAAAAXHg/HJISAYE-ufY/s1600/wo30-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWjguRnBY0s/TwC_iYiqNII/AAAAAAAAXHg/HJISAYE-ufY/s400/wo30-10.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; NIET LEUK!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G6k4MM2orBQ/TwC_jBpm3CI/AAAAAAAAXHk/YDwGyol50JM/s1600/wo30-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G6k4MM2orBQ/TwC_jBpm3CI/AAAAAAAAXHk/YDwGyol50JM/s400/wo30-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ook niet toen er een heel groot cadeau was.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7YDeUxq8e88/TwC_g-4bTzI/AAAAAAAAXHE/F4G1WTOf4qE/s1600/wo30-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7YDeUxq8e88/TwC_g-4bTzI/AAAAAAAAXHE/F4G1WTOf4qE/s400/wo30-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;en alle kindjes gingen helpen uitpakken..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7YDeUxq8e88/TwC_g-4bTzI/AAAAAAAAXHE/F4G1WTOf4qE/s1600/wo30-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;en er confetti was.. en muziek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2xyIHRSoT6Q/TwC_hjmpmWI/AAAAAAAAXHU/zFYoEYNrmIM/s1600/wo30-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2xyIHRSoT6Q/TwC_hjmpmWI/AAAAAAAAXHU/zFYoEYNrmIM/s400/wo30-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; De Sint gaf iedereen een handje&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWicSo3MOd8/TwC_hfx_bqI/AAAAAAAAXHM/0yy6EBHUh4E/s1600/wo30-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWicSo3MOd8/TwC_hfx_bqI/AAAAAAAAXHM/0yy6EBHUh4E/s400/wo30-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. en een cadeautje. Amber kreeg een bewegende littlest pet shop&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xX0b1WEWFU/TwC_j28-xiI/AAAAAAAAXH0/77hAcgIPkuQ/s1600/wo30-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xX0b1WEWFU/TwC_j28-xiI/AAAAAAAAXH0/77hAcgIPkuQ/s400/wo30-13.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en was super blij. Ik hoefde mijn cadeautje niet.. Ik wilde hem beslist niet ophalen. Papa was al helemaal achterin de zaal gaan zitten met me.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXZpKkOPX3k/TwC_joCL8WI/AAAAAAAAXHs/3J-EFrSTlCs/s1600/wo30-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXZpKkOPX3k/TwC_joCL8WI/AAAAAAAAXHs/3J-EFrSTlCs/s400/wo30-12.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ik hoefde zelfs geen snoepjes meer. Helemaal niets. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4x77BPVrV7I/TwC_foHaaoI/AAAAAAAAXG4/jnS8XGuSsTE/s1600/wo30-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4x77BPVrV7I/TwC_foHaaoI/AAAAAAAAXG4/jnS8XGuSsTE/s400/wo30-15.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama bracht mijn cadeautje. Het was een Thomas Trein. Een die ik nog niet had. Daar werd ik dan wel weer blij van... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bY10qczlU7Q/TwC_kS307_I/AAAAAAAAXH8/PNbRVRyQO6Q/s1600/wo30-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bY10qczlU7Q/TwC_kS307_I/AAAAAAAAXH8/PNbRVRyQO6Q/s400/wo30-14.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;een beetje.. met zo een voorzichtige glimlach.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am afraid of Saint Nic.. and it's not passing.. I didn't want to go to the party at mom's work... but mommy said I had to practise.. for school and such. She said she would come with me.. and daddy too. To protect me when I would be too scared. Amber isn't afraid of Saint Nic. She never was. She was as happy as she could be because her friend from pre-kindergarten and the girls scout - that she wont visit anymore- Marleen was there too. There was a clown that knew magic. He did a lot of trics and Marleen and Amber were his lovely assistants. Then he needed daddies and my daddy helped him out. I got to sit wih mom. It was ok.. it really was.. and then he arrived and I wasn't ok anymore. It was NO FUN at all! not even when a huge gift arrived and all the kids were asked to help unwrap it.. and there was music and confetti. Saint Nicholas shook hands with everybody and gave everybody a gift... accept me. I refused to come over and pick it up. Daddy allready took me to the absolute back of the room. I didnt'want a gift.. didn't need a gift.. didn't need any candy anymore either as a matter of fact. Nothing.. absolutely nothing. I just wanted to go home. Amber got a moving Littlest Pet Shop and was very very happy. Mommy brought me my gift. It was a Thomas the Tank Engine. One I didn't have. It made me happy.. a lil.. and.. I was actually able to smile.. a little.. not much!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5434356670667395883?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5434356670667395883/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5434356670667395883' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5434356670667395883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5434356670667395883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/bang-voor-sint.html' title='Bang voor Sint'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AuKzeb_9WFU/TwC_ZJWT7EI/AAAAAAAAXGQ/aYcyKy4f2ck/s72-c/wo30-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3169371256535417646</id><published>2011-11-29T11:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T17:54:13.214+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Zelfvertrouwen offensief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h74pgH5vEfw/TwAxoYXeSmI/AAAAAAAAXBo/XUZXO2Xq2jk/s1600/di29-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sint had prachtige cadeautje bij Paulien gebracht voor ons. Hele mooie harten met onze naam erop van steen.. enne.. een mooi kinderboek over een duikboot in Den Helder.. met illustraties van Paulien Steenvoorden.. helemaal prachtig!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h74pgH5vEfw/TwAxoYXeSmI/AAAAAAAAXBo/XUZXO2Xq2jk/s1600/di29-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h74pgH5vEfw/TwAxoYXeSmI/AAAAAAAAXBo/XUZXO2Xq2jk/s400/di29-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Knutselspullen voor ons!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i65-571tONs/TwAxqqiV5VI/AAAAAAAAXCE/Uq3sNpif-iM/s1600/di29-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i65-571tONs/TwAxqqiV5VI/AAAAAAAAXCE/Uq3sNpif-iM/s400/di29-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we waren super super blij! Mama was de stad in geweest voor lijstjes. De nieuwe schoolfoto's moesten op de gang &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4pjcvZ2HS0/TwAxo1-8mhI/AAAAAAAAXBs/aaAxXIoxnR8/s1600/di29-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4pjcvZ2HS0/TwAxo1-8mhI/AAAAAAAAXBs/aaAxXIoxnR8/s400/di29-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en ze heeft mijn nieuwe diploma's ingelijst en allemaal op de muur getimmerd. Ze noemt het "het zelfvertrouwen offensief." &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttIY9fq9ujY/TwAxpeNP5xI/AAAAAAAAXB0/KARz0L83_1E/s1600/di29-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttIY9fq9ujY/TwAxpeNP5xI/AAAAAAAAXB0/KARz0L83_1E/s400/di29-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iedere keer als ik zeg dat ik iets niet kan en nergens goed in ben ..stuurt ze me de trap op.. om naar mijn diploma's te kijken en als ik dan nog niet tevreden ben.. moet ik naar mijn medaillekistje kijken.. en als ik dan nóg niet tevreden ben.. moet ik in de spiegel kijken met mijn handen in mijn zij en zeggen "ik ben goed zoals ik ben.. ik kan niet alles maar ik doe mijn best". Ik word er een beetje giechelig van.. maar ja.. ze bedoeld het wel goed.. die moeder van mij.. dus schreef ik haar maar een lief briefje. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn--vZ4R22M/TwAxqMvLydI/AAAAAAAAXB8/-qDaNx_ddvE/s1600/di29-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn--vZ4R22M/TwAxqMvLydI/AAAAAAAAXB8/-qDaNx_ddvE/s400/di29-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Nicholas brought beautiful presents for us at Paulien's house. Beautiful hearts with our name on it... and.. a beautiful childrens book of a submarine in our city .. illustrated by Paulien Steenvoorden. Crafting stuff for us. We were totally happy. Mommy bought frames for us in the city. The new schoolpictures had to be in our hallway.. and she framed my new diploma and hung it on the wall. I have a lot now. She calls it "the selfconfidence offensive" Every time I say I cannot do a thing and I am good for nothing.. she sends me up the stairs to my room to look at all my diploma's . When I am not satisfied she makes me look in my medalbox.. and when I still am not satisfied she makes me stand in front of the mirror, hands on my hips and say "I am perfect just the way I am.. I cannot do everything but I am trying hard!" It makes me giggle.. but she means well ..my mom.. so I wrote her a love letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3169371256535417646?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3169371256535417646/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3169371256535417646' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3169371256535417646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3169371256535417646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/zelfvertrouwen-offensief.html' title='Zelfvertrouwen offensief'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h74pgH5vEfw/TwAxoYXeSmI/AAAAAAAAXBo/XUZXO2Xq2jk/s72-c/di29-6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5439850936054322581</id><published>2011-11-28T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:43:16.715+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bo Bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>De Schoolfoto's</title><content type='html'>De schoolfoto's zijn er weer..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhZkndfZEzE/Tv-MTW8jwQI/AAAAAAAAXBQ/O3fSGCnGUaM/s1600/ma28-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhZkndfZEzE/Tv-MTW8jwQI/AAAAAAAAXBQ/O3fSGCnGUaM/s400/ma28-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en eerlijk gezegd.. als je bedenkt dat ik zo verschrikkelijk ziek was.. zijn ze best wel mooi geworden. Schoolfoto tijd betekend ook weer post tijd. Post voor oma's.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6c69caYFps/Tv-MS_LDFjI/AAAAAAAAXBI/Q0YiRC7TjYM/s1600/ma28-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6c69caYFps/Tv-MS_LDFjI/AAAAAAAAXBI/Q0YiRC7TjYM/s400/ma28-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en als je dan toch bezig bent.. kun je ook wel post voor je vriendinnen maken. En om dat te doen moet je schone handen hebben. Broertjes kunnen soms een beetje klein zijn.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb-2vJQZuPg/Tv-MUHmRXtI/AAAAAAAAXBY/tpk3ajGpDnA/s1600/ma28-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb-2vJQZuPg/Tv-MUHmRXtI/AAAAAAAAXBY/tpk3ajGpDnA/s400/ma28-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dus die moet je dan een beetje helpen.. en daarna.. kun je leuk kaarten maken..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_u4w0sJrgg/Tv-MSQ-Ev5I/AAAAAAAAXBA/_qpbgVZrVBE/s1600/ma28-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_u4w0sJrgg/Tv-MSQ-Ev5I/AAAAAAAAXBA/_qpbgVZrVBE/s400/ma28-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.Bo Bunny heeft een prachtig systeem.. met al half ontworpen kaartjes.. en dan kun je ze zelf nog opleuken..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhVl9fJP1O8/Tv-MRyF8UBI/AAAAAAAAXA8/2j9Vid7eD98/s1600/ma28-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhVl9fJP1O8/Tv-MRyF8UBI/AAAAAAAAXA8/2j9Vid7eD98/s400/ma28-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; die vinden we het aller aller leukste!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The schoolpictures are ready .. and to be honest.. if you keep in mind that I was so terribly sick that day.. they turned out quite ok. Schoolpicture time means.. mail time. Mail for grandmothers.. and when we are busy.. we can make mail for our friends as well.. To do that.. you have to start with clean hand... Brothers can be a bit too short to wash their own hands.. so you have to help them... and afterwards.. it's fun to create cards. Bo Bunny has beautiful card kits. It's a wonderful system with pre-designed cards (if you want) .. and you can finish them like the example.. orrrrr.. like YOU want. I love to use my imagination.. Noah loves to do what the example says.. it's sooo much fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5439850936054322581?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5439850936054322581/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5439850936054322581' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5439850936054322581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5439850936054322581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-schoolfotos.html' title='De Schoolfoto&apos;s'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhZkndfZEzE/Tv-MTW8jwQI/AAAAAAAAXBQ/O3fSGCnGUaM/s72-c/ma28-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-8706793432618331363</id><published>2011-11-27T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:57:46.787+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>The Afterparty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsHvgH8SwPk/Tv9_0Jww6VI/AAAAAAAAXAQ/U2lRGoNcKGA/s1600/zo27-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama genoot van de bloemen die ze van ama had gekregen&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsHvgH8SwPk/Tv9_0Jww6VI/AAAAAAAAXAQ/U2lRGoNcKGA/s1600/zo27-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsHvgH8SwPk/Tv9_0Jww6VI/AAAAAAAAXAQ/U2lRGoNcKGA/s400/zo27-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (ik had ze uitgezocht.. ik weet van welke bloemen mama houdt).. en wij.. genoten van niets moeten.. van lekker in je pijama zitten en kleien&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67DZ0n7h7aQ/Tv9_1sNjdzI/AAAAAAAAXAk/cpBXBq3-UMw/s1600/zo27-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67DZ0n7h7aQ/Tv9_1sNjdzI/AAAAAAAAXAk/cpBXBq3-UMw/s400/zo27-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. kassa spelen met zelfgemaakt geld.. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pRmfZaJFezY/Tv9_0-Ef7gI/AAAAAAAAXAc/kxl8vARuzWk/s1600/zo27-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pRmfZaJFezY/Tv9_0-Ef7gI/AAAAAAAAXAc/kxl8vARuzWk/s400/zo27-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en dan ook een beetje rekenen enzo..van de chocoladeletters die we in onze schoenen vonden&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rnnCGZm3YQ/Tv9_0gUeXpI/AAAAAAAAXAU/PYnJbaNEvg0/s1600/zo27-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rnnCGZm3YQ/Tv9_0gUeXpI/AAAAAAAAXAU/PYnJbaNEvg0/s400/zo27-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - en die geen lang leven beschoren waren- en we zorgden ervoor dat pluisje en streepje ook een beetje konden genieten.. van een ECHT schone kooi.. want we zorgden niet alleen voor schone vulling.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5PEVHN8jL0/Tv9_2BSIihI/AAAAAAAAXAw/_VEWWs56We4/s1600/zo27-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5PEVHN8jL0/Tv9_2BSIihI/AAAAAAAAXAw/_VEWWs56We4/s400/zo27-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maar ook voor schone tralies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy enjoyed her lovely flowers today. She got them from grandma ( and I helped grandma pick them.. because I know which flowers my mommy loves.. ).. and we enjoyed not having to do a thing... having a pj day.. play with clay.. play supermarket with handmade money.. practise our math skills... we enjoy our chocolade letters that we found in our shoes.. - and didn't live to see the evening-&amp;nbsp; we made sure Fluffy and Stripe enjoyed the day a lil too.. and a clean cage.. not only the floor.. but everything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-8706793432618331363?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/8706793432618331363/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=8706793432618331363' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8706793432618331363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8706793432618331363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/afterparty.html' title='The Afterparty'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsHvgH8SwPk/Tv9_0Jww6VI/AAAAAAAAXAQ/U2lRGoNcKGA/s72-c/zo27-5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3959877927228146266</id><published>2011-11-26T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:15:52.177+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Diploma B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBneSZRvMbA/Tv9o9ZhZABI/AAAAAAAAW-M/2vmmiij56D8/s1600/za26-18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the spotlight vandaag.. en letterlijk. Apa en Ama waren er om te kijken hoe ik ging afzwemmen voor mijn diploma. Volledig gekleed.. met lange mouwen en lange broek deze keer maar nog steeds met 3 fotografen. De huisfotograaf van zwemschool de dolfijn, apa en mama.. en als je dus te water gaat.. word er zoveel geflitst dat je wel een filmster lijkt. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcURor1KVc/Tv9o9woiQwI/AAAAAAAAW-Q/PkiTyNFady0/s1600/za26-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcURor1KVc/Tv9o9woiQwI/AAAAAAAAW-Q/PkiTyNFady0/s400/za26-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tot mijn grote schrik stond er ook nog iemand van de inspectie bij meester Andre te kijken hoe mijn meester Aimiable en de leerlingen het deden. Zwemmen met mijn kleren aan&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ncwf3PPUBo/Tv9o-cDIWwI/AAAAAAAAW-U/bMTHtgdRlUQ/s1600/za26-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ncwf3PPUBo/Tv9o-cDIWwI/AAAAAAAAW-U/bMTHtgdRlUQ/s400/za26-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. onder het vlotje door&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWrR3Iy9E_Q/Tv9pClYQLMI/AAAAAAAAW_U/bWZbpvd47oQ/s1600/za26-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWrR3Iy9E_Q/Tv9pClYQLMI/AAAAAAAAW_U/bWZbpvd47oQ/s400/za26-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. dan duiken&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvfpf0q6rJ8/Tv9pAMxLAvI/AAAAAAAAW-o/nteR0u8ssYc/s1600/za26-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvfpf0q6rJ8/Tv9pAMxLAvI/AAAAAAAAW-o/nteR0u8ssYc/s400/za26-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .. door het gat in het zeil.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQaZfoBkS8E/Tv9pAqSGKnI/AAAAAAAAW-w/Swosmx95N6Y/s1600/za26-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQaZfoBkS8E/Tv9pAqSGKnI/AAAAAAAAW-w/Swosmx95N6Y/s400/za26-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rugcrawl&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MkRDE5p002w/Tv9pBOduHGI/AAAAAAAAW-4/ij5Jm64CUj4/s1600/za26-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MkRDE5p002w/Tv9pBOduHGI/AAAAAAAAW-4/ij5Jm64CUj4/s400/za26-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. springen van de kant&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SoCAAiItAA4/Tv9pDVbn2II/AAAAAAAAW_c/wV6sOykp_KI/s1600/za26-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SoCAAiItAA4/Tv9pDVbn2II/AAAAAAAAW_c/wV6sOykp_KI/s400/za26-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. drijven. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-fpddhfTb8/Tv9pCHEMPFI/AAAAAAAAW_I/79q1gz1D9vU/s1600/za26-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-fpddhfTb8/Tv9pCHEMPFI/AAAAAAAAW_I/79q1gz1D9vU/s400/za26-10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het was een hele klus&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0UnUA0QW_SM/Tv9pGnn5qtI/AAAAAAAAXAA/_LvgvW7pLcs/s1600/za26-17.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0UnUA0QW_SM/Tv9pGnn5qtI/AAAAAAAAXAA/_LvgvW7pLcs/s400/za26-17.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en toen .. moesten&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvfpf0q6rJ8/Tv9pAMxLAvI/AAAAAAAAW-o/nteR0u8ssYc/s1600/za26-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we wachten.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBneSZRvMbA/Tv9o9ZhZABI/AAAAAAAAW-M/2vmmiij56D8/s1600/za26-18.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBneSZRvMbA/Tv9o9ZhZABI/AAAAAAAAW-M/2vmmiij56D8/s400/za26-18.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wachten op wat ónze meester vond.. en wat de inspectie vond. Het was spannend.. bloedstollend zelfs..óók op de tribunes&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rgp1QpNd8Q/Tv9pERCU5oI/AAAAAAAAW_g/fMJIIm78CiU/s1600/za26-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rgp1QpNd8Q/Tv9pERCU5oI/AAAAAAAAW_g/fMJIIm78CiU/s400/za26-13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en toen.. toen had ik het gehaald!!! Ik was trots&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3s74Jsozpg/Tv9o-68OOdI/AAAAAAAAW-k/E41msP2__0c/s1600/za26-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3s74Jsozpg/Tv9o-68OOdI/AAAAAAAAW-k/E41msP2__0c/s400/za26-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. apetrots.. en mijn familie ook&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErYuM9p1oPA/Tv9pE78XoxI/AAAAAAAAW_o/m1wEbppWhO4/s1600/za26-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErYuM9p1oPA/Tv9pE78XoxI/AAAAAAAAW_o/m1wEbppWhO4/s400/za26-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ik kreeg een knuffel cavia cadeau &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yy3JMgZCZaE/Tv9pF2ejRCI/AAAAAAAAW_4/dU-f1ISTlmE/s1600/za26-16.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yy3JMgZCZaE/Tv9pF2ejRCI/AAAAAAAAW_4/dU-f1ISTlmE/s400/za26-16.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en de groters een lekker etentje!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAIN564P7pE/Tv9pFY7pcLI/AAAAAAAAW_s/eAK-NKfmC4Q/s1600/za26-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAIN564P7pE/Tv9pFY7pcLI/AAAAAAAAW_s/eAK-NKfmC4Q/s400/za26-15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spotlight today. Literally. Grandma and Grandpa were present to watch me swim for my B diploma. Fully dressed.. long sleeves and long trousers this time.. but still with 3 photographers. The house photographer of my "the Dolphin" swimschool, mommy and grandpa.. Then it happes that.. there is so much light.. you will feel like a moviestar. I was a bit in shock and intimidated when I discovered someone from the National inspection next to teacher Andre.. to watch me, my teacher Aimiable.. and the other kids. I swam fully dressed under mats.. diving.. through the hole in the sail. Backstroke.. jumping of the side and float. It was a lot of work.. and then.. we had to wait.. wait for what our teacher thought.. and what national inspection thought... adrenaline was flowing everywhere.. even in the audience.. and then.. I did it!! I was proud.. as proud as I could be.. and so was my family. I got a stuffed animal and the big ones got a yummie dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3959877927228146266?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3959877927228146266/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3959877927228146266' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3959877927228146266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3959877927228146266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/diploma-b.html' title='Diploma B'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcURor1KVc/Tv9o9woiQwI/AAAAAAAAW-Q/PkiTyNFady0/s72-c/za26-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-379385892757361547</id><published>2011-11-25T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:48:23.255+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Rapport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iApxtXEn1fM/Tv9UZvaN-jI/AAAAAAAAW9w/fNb8s0ctxus/s1600/vr25-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dinsdagavond was een hele spannende avond. Papa en mama hadden onze eerste "broer- en zus ouderavond" Eerst gingen ze met meester Mike en juf Caroline van&amp;nbsp; mijn zus praten.. en daarna gingen ze bij mijn juf Jacqueline praten. Mijn zus is de ouderavonden al gewend.. maar voor mij was het de aldereerste.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amber heeft goed haar best gedaan.. en ik ook. De juf was trots op mij.. ik ben een van de jongste kleuters.. en ik doe de werkjes met de oudste kleuters mee. Die werkjes vind ik veel leuker dan die van de jongste kleuters. Het komt eigenlijk ook een beetje door mijn vrienden: Timo, Marvin, Mauro en Skik. Zij zijn oudste kleuters.. ze zijn al vijf.. en sommige zelfs bijna 6.. Alles wat zij doen.. is leuk en cool en tof enzo.. en juf zegt.. dat het ook allemaal prima gaat.. met hun mee.. dat alleen mijn motoriek gewoon op het niveau van een 4 jarige zit.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iApxtXEn1fM/Tv9UZvaN-jI/AAAAAAAAW9w/fNb8s0ctxus/s1600/vr25-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iApxtXEn1fM/Tv9UZvaN-jI/AAAAAAAAW9w/fNb8s0ctxus/s400/vr25-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;en dat ik dat niet UIT kan staan... en er mega gefrustreerd van raak.. aan de andere kant.. ben ik dan ook gewoon 4.. dusssss.. dáárom!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vandaag kreeg Amber haar rapport&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjibLacdqWk/Tv9UaCIu73I/AAAAAAAAW94/AQNXywQqlb4/s1600/vr25-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjibLacdqWk/Tv9UaCIu73I/AAAAAAAAW94/AQNXywQqlb4/s400/vr25-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. en dan krijgt ze ook altijd centjes.. ik heb geen rapport.. kleuters krijgen wel cito toetsen.. maar geen rapporten mee naar huis.. mama vond dat ik toch óók een centje verdiend had. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HkTsCvF3GeE/Tv9UbNw-_TI/AAAAAAAAW98/EE2qOav-vtw/s1600/vr25-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HkTsCvF3GeE/Tv9UbNw-_TI/AAAAAAAAW98/EE2qOav-vtw/s400/vr25-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voor in mijn spaarpot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuesdaynight was a very exciting night. Mom and dad had there first "brother and sister parents meeting". First they went to teacher Mike and Caroline&amp;nbsp; to talk about my sister.. then they went to my teacher Jacqueline. My sister is used to these parentnights.. but it was my very first one. I was a bit nervous. My sister did her best.. and so did I . The teacher was very proud of me. I am one of the youngest in her class.. and I doing the test of the oldest.. with the oldest... I love those tests way better then the ones made for the four year olds in my class. Actually .. it's all because of my best friends: Timo, Marvin, Mauro and Skik. They are oldest kindergartners... most of them are 5 ..some even 6. Everything they do.. is fun.. cool.. and great.. and the teacher says.. I am keeping up with them just fine.. apart from my locomotion.. that is more like a 4 year old. I get very very angry and frustrated because of that.. on the other hand.. I AM just 4 ..sooooo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today Amber brought her reportcard home.. and then she gets coins.. I don't have a reportcard yet.. kindergartners have all kinds of tests.. but nothing to bring home. Mom thought that wasn't fair.. and so I got something for my piggybank too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-379385892757361547?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/379385892757361547/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=379385892757361547' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/379385892757361547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/379385892757361547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/rapport.html' title='Rapport'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iApxtXEn1fM/Tv9UZvaN-jI/AAAAAAAAW9w/fNb8s0ctxus/s72-c/vr25-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3550352977009272780</id><published>2011-11-24T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:14:44.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Shoppen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3acSnQNuxgw/TvHMx57zc3I/AAAAAAAAW9Q/4hcjhtjwcPo/s1600/do24-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3acSnQNuxgw/TvHMx57zc3I/AAAAAAAAW9Q/4hcjhtjwcPo/s400/do24-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shoppen met mama.. en er viel toch een hoop voor me af!!! Er was een super mega uitverkoop.. shirts voor 1 euro.. vesten voor 2 .. en een nieuwe jas voor 9. Ik vond het nou niet bepaald de aldermooiste shirts.. maar dat kon mama niet zoveel schelen, dat ik het niet zo mooi vond.. ze zei dat is mooi voor scouting enzo!&lt;br /&gt;Mijn oorwarmers.. die vond ik wel heel mooi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with mommy and I got a lot. There was a super duper mega sales. New shirts and sweaters for one euro. Thick vests for 2 euro's.. and a new coat for 9. I didn't love the the shirts thát much.. but mom didn't care at all if I thought it was high fashion or not.. ..she said it would be super to play in.. I did love the coat.. and the ear warmers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3550352977009272780?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3550352977009272780/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3550352977009272780' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3550352977009272780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3550352977009272780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/shoppen.html' title='Shoppen'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3acSnQNuxgw/TvHMx57zc3I/AAAAAAAAW9Q/4hcjhtjwcPo/s72-c/do24-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-7926777284530823922</id><published>2011-11-23T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:09:07.650+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Binnenbarbecue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SSMDtnAKyLQ/TvHF_BUX4sI/AAAAAAAAW8w/CDCuKeA2TIc/s1600/wo23-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We zijn dol op binnen barbecueen. Zo gezellig en lekker. Het begon alleen niet zo leuk. Ik kreeg op mijn donder van papa.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SSMDtnAKyLQ/TvHF_BUX4sI/AAAAAAAAW8w/CDCuKeA2TIc/s1600/wo23-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SSMDtnAKyLQ/TvHF_BUX4sI/AAAAAAAAW8w/CDCuKeA2TIc/s400/wo23-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ik wilde heel snel en wild van alles op de plaat gooien.. maar het was heet en papa schrok zich rot.. toen mocht het niet meer. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfL7VmMFu6c/TvHF_tkjiyI/AAAAAAAAW80/SkzaBqDp7JU/s1600/wo23-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfL7VmMFu6c/TvHF_tkjiyI/AAAAAAAAW80/SkzaBqDp7JU/s400/wo23-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ik ging gezichtjes maken met brood&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf2uyjtZPEc/TvHGAERtYII/AAAAAAAAW88/RwCtXEoZQ1g/s1600/wo23-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf2uyjtZPEc/TvHGAERtYII/AAAAAAAAW88/RwCtXEoZQ1g/s400/wo23-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... dat was dan wel weer leuk.. en voor we naar bed gingen mochten &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSZ0VD0Q22k/TvHGBEd2hxI/AAAAAAAAW9E/OAHYwLqac3Y/s1600/wo23-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSZ0VD0Q22k/TvHGBEd2hxI/AAAAAAAAW9E/OAHYwLqac3Y/s400/wo23-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we onze schoen zetten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to barbecue inside. So fun and so yummie. It didn't start too well however. Daddy got angry with me because I was too fast and too wild and started throwing food on the hot plate.. I wasn't allowed anymore.. he was scared I would burn myself. I then made faces with bread.. that was fun!! Getting to put our shoe in front of the chimney was fun too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-7926777284530823922?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7926777284530823922/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=7926777284530823922' title='4 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7926777284530823922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7926777284530823922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/binnenbarbecue.html' title='Binnenbarbecue'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SSMDtnAKyLQ/TvHF_BUX4sI/AAAAAAAAW8w/CDCuKeA2TIc/s72-c/wo23-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3206565988005122786</id><published>2011-11-22T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T12:39:53.154+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><title type='text'>Pietendiploma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3XsfkFtSaQ/TvG-imz8idI/AAAAAAAAW8o/68DVLo31vkU/s1600/di22-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Het is echt waar!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ik heb mijn pieten diploma gehaald.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We vergeten voor het gemak maar even dat ik doodsbang ben voor Pieten. Dat geeft helemaal niks. Ik heb wèl mijn diploma gehaald. In de gymzaal met de juf heb ik geoefend.. en nu kan ik koprollen.. cadeautjes gooien.. van dak tot dak springen.. klimmen op het dak.. over de nok van het dak lopen. Knap hè??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3XsfkFtSaQ/TvG-imz8idI/AAAAAAAAW8o/68DVLo31vkU/s1600/di22-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3XsfkFtSaQ/TvG-imz8idI/AAAAAAAAW8o/68DVLo31vkU/s400/di22-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's really true!! I got my Santa's little helper certificate today. And.. were not gonna talk about the fact that I am scared to death for the helpers.. I DID get my certificate!! In the gym I practised with my teacher.. and now I am able to climb on roofs..jump from rooftop to rooftop.. walk on the top of the roof.. throw presents down the chimney.. roll over and jump down again..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cool ey?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3206565988005122786?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3206565988005122786/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3206565988005122786' title='4 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3206565988005122786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3206565988005122786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/12/pietendiploma.html' title='Pietendiploma'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3XsfkFtSaQ/TvG-imz8idI/AAAAAAAAW8o/68DVLo31vkU/s72-c/di22-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-4928910412896314090</id><published>2011-11-21T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T12:09:45.171+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Truckies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmg0AQpaK74/TvG8wEGBzbI/AAAAAAAAW8Q/tQFGSxET13E/s1600/ma21-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;En dan weer in het kader van de verzamelingen..en supermarkt acties.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nieuw in ons assortiment.. Truckies.. de vervelendste actie ooit!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IlB9De3DueM/TvG8w5DfC8I/AAAAAAAAW8U/3VizvSq5atw/s1600/ma21-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IlB9De3DueM/TvG8w5DfC8I/AAAAAAAAW8U/3VizvSq5atw/s400/ma21-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De vrachtwagentjes bestaan namelijk uit 2 delen. En de bedoeling is dus.. dat je een bij elkaar passend setje hebt. Het werkt met magneetjes.. en het plakt wel aan elkaar.. dus je kan de campina voorkant.. best aan de verkade achterkant hangen.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRM0-B1-21U/TvG8xX8UtxI/AAAAAAAAW8c/H4aOdP_Z1gQ/s1600/ma21-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRM0-B1-21U/TvG8xX8UtxI/AAAAAAAAW8c/H4aOdP_Z1gQ/s400/ma21-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maar léuk is anders... en als je dan een beetje een neurotisch kindje bent - met een licht neurotische mama natuurlijk-.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gelukkig zijn er super lieve buurvrouwen... die je willen helpen.. en moeders.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmg0AQpaK74/TvG8wEGBzbI/AAAAAAAAW8Q/tQFGSxET13E/s1600/ma21-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmg0AQpaK74/TvG8wEGBzbI/AAAAAAAAW8Q/tQFGSxET13E/s400/ma21-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;die complete lijsten maken van wat je nog mist..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And then again the collection of supermarket specialties.. New.. "Truckies".. the most stupid game every.. You need to collect both the front and back of the truck.. to get a wroking truck. Now.. it works with magnets so it's possible to put the milk front with the cookie backside.. but it isn't much fun.. specially not when your a neurotic child.. with a slightly neurotic mom of course.. Thank goodness for sweet neighbours.. that help collect.. and moms.. that make complete lists.. of what's missing!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-4928910412896314090?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4928910412896314090/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=4928910412896314090' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/4928910412896314090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/4928910412896314090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/truckies.html' title='Truckies'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IlB9De3DueM/TvG8w5DfC8I/AAAAAAAAW8U/3VizvSq5atw/s72-c/ma21-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-8421953463786295294</id><published>2011-11-20T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T12:01:28.814+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Luieren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo4RW4MUQLE/TvG7wcw2JkI/AAAAAAAAW8A/kybgRAzuzC8/s1600/zo20-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoveel drukke dagen... zoveel dagen waarin we ziek waren. Het is tijd voor een pijamadag. Deze zondag was een super lekkere luier zondag.. computerspelletjes.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBM8IUDdyvM/TvG7xvLZe5I/AAAAAAAAW8I/WBcaUdNvIcw/s1600/zo20-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBM8IUDdyvM/TvG7xvLZe5I/AAAAAAAAW8I/WBcaUdNvIcw/s400/zo20-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. knuffelen met mijn cavia.. kleuren met Noah en papa.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo4RW4MUQLE/TvG7wcw2JkI/AAAAAAAAW8A/kybgRAzuzC8/s1600/zo20-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo4RW4MUQLE/TvG7wcw2JkI/AAAAAAAAW8A/kybgRAzuzC8/s400/zo20-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Het was helemaal heerlijk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many busy days.. so many days where we weren't feeling too well. It's time for a pijama day. This sunday was perfect for a lazy pjday. Computergames.. hugglin' with our pets.. coloring with Noah and dad. It was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-8421953463786295294?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/8421953463786295294/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=8421953463786295294' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8421953463786295294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8421953463786295294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/luieren.html' title='Luieren'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBM8IUDdyvM/TvG7xvLZe5I/AAAAAAAAW8I/WBcaUdNvIcw/s72-c/zo20-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-189209844429290402</id><published>2011-11-20T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:21:01.202+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bo Bunny'/><title type='text'>Bo Bunny Challenge</title><content type='html'>The busiest month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz-5BpS47gQ/Tu5JuRCpLYI/AAAAAAAAW74/Qly6geDdcfA/s1600/xoxoxo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz-5BpS47gQ/Tu5JuRCpLYI/AAAAAAAAW74/Qly6geDdcfA/s400/xoxoxo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know it is for me.. but just in case you have time to play I have a challenge for you. It was my turn to come up with a challenge at the &lt;a href="http://bobunny.blogspot.com/2011/12/layout-challenge-friday.html" target="_blank"&gt;Bo Bunny Blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to work with circles and there are countless possibilities.. I used my coluzzle.. paper with circles (from the new Enchanted and Smoochable collection)&amp;nbsp; chipboard circles title circles brads, buttons, pearls.&lt;br /&gt;If you create something make sure to link it to the blog post &lt;a href="http://bobunny.blogspot.com/2011/12/layout-challenge-friday.html" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; before the 21st for a chance to win some awesome Bo Bunny Prices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and thanks for stopping by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-189209844429290402?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/189209844429290402/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=189209844429290402' title='5 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/189209844429290402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/189209844429290402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/bo-bunny-challenge.html' title='Bo Bunny Challenge'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz-5BpS47gQ/Tu5JuRCpLYI/AAAAAAAAW74/Qly6geDdcfA/s72-c/xoxoxo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5735570679312326403</id><published>2011-11-19T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:08:17.588+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Meidenscouting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WnL8Avty7jE/Tu4LfcNAkHI/AAAAAAAAW7w/6FEdAaZbrVU/s1600/za19-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vandaag ging ik nóg eens de meiden scouting uitproberen. Eigenlijk omdat dat moest van mijn moeder en vader. Ik wilde het niet.. en ik moet zeggen.. dat ik dus ook erg mijn best deed om het te verzieken. Papa hoorde het de andere meisjes zeggen.&lt;br /&gt;Hij keek mama aan.. ze moesten verschrikkelijk lachen en belde toen &lt;a href="http://www.jutters-rainiero.nl/" target="_blank"&gt;Scouting Jutters Rainiero&lt;/a&gt; op dat ik voor hén gekozen heb. Ik was verschrikkelijk gelukkig. Ik hoef ook de andere scoutings niet uit te proberen.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WnL8Avty7jE/Tu4LfcNAkHI/AAAAAAAAW7w/6FEdAaZbrVU/s1600/za19-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WnL8Avty7jE/Tu4LfcNAkHI/AAAAAAAAW7w/6FEdAaZbrVU/s400/za19-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mama was thuis ook gelukkig. Ze had een prijs gewonnen van&lt;a href="http://dustyattic.ning.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Dusty Attic&lt;/a&gt; en die was aangekomen.&lt;br /&gt;En 's middags was ik nóg een keer gelukkig... na het proefzwemmen kreeg ik te horen dat ik volgende week voor mijn B mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tried the girls scout another time. I actually hád to said mom and dad.. to be able to make a good choice. I have to say.. I didn't want to .. and tried my best to sabotage everything. Daddy overheard the other girls complain about me. He looked at mom.. they had to laugh and then called Jutters Rainiero that I choose THEM. I was sooo happy .. they didn't even make me try the other 3 scout groups. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;When mom came home she was happy too. She won a price over at Dusty Attac and it came today. In the afternoon I was happy again!.. After test swimming.. I got my pass to swim for my B next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5735570679312326403?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5735570679312326403/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5735570679312326403' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5735570679312326403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5735570679312326403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/meidenscouting.html' title='Meidenscouting'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WnL8Avty7jE/Tu4LfcNAkHI/AAAAAAAAW7w/6FEdAaZbrVU/s72-c/za19-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-249185488708688333</id><published>2011-11-18T16:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T16:32:54.377+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Stadspark speeltuin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62XHsFFKMUs/Tu4DMSjACyI/AAAAAAAAW6o/DbbYbJVHOJQ/s1600/vr18-9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqKxukehRR4/Tu4DNIIaa4I/AAAAAAAAW6w/K77ZWP1644k/s1600/vr18-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De dag begon goed. Van buurman Bram had ik een tas vol gekregen met allerlei spulletjes. Nijntjes, armbandjes. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OcPPvpklk34/Tu4DMjJWnCI/AAAAAAAAW6s/H5zeYowBimU/s1600/vr18-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OcPPvpklk34/Tu4DMjJWnCI/AAAAAAAAW6s/H5zeYowBimU/s400/vr18-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ik was helemaal gelukkig. 's Middags waren Steve en Samoon bij mij aan het spelen. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9SWh_BNzjg/Tu4DQbi_fqI/AAAAAAAAW7g/sOwELrCDvbI/s1600/vr18-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9SWh_BNzjg/Tu4DQbi_fqI/AAAAAAAAW7g/sOwELrCDvbI/s400/vr18-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We gingen samen scrappen. Na een uurtje werd het wat mooier weer dus papa vond het een goed idee om buiten te gaan spelen. Dat kwam ook goed uit omdat mama net thuis was van haar werk en even bij moest trekken. We gingen naar het stadspark toe. Daar hebben ze net een nieuwe speeltuin gebouwd. Er is een zandbank,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RsVLupjlASE/Tu4DPy-rZdI/AAAAAAAAW7U/KkDsSenAfkY/s1600/vr18-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RsVLupjlASE/Tu4DPy-rZdI/AAAAAAAAW7U/KkDsSenAfkY/s400/vr18-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; schommels,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ7_5OHlubM/Tu4DOYBgjXI/AAAAAAAAW7E/2d6c3xoS6UQ/s1600/vr18-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ7_5OHlubM/Tu4DOYBgjXI/AAAAAAAAW7E/2d6c3xoS6UQ/s400/vr18-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; klimspellen.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOcfizv5Tg8/Tu4DPGbR6lI/AAAAAAAAW7M/p6fIy793Ju8/s1600/vr18-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOcfizv5Tg8/Tu4DPGbR6lI/AAAAAAAAW7M/p6fIy793Ju8/s400/vr18-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helemaal super leuk&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERmt8k6V5s8/Tu4DN0MoTDI/AAAAAAAAW68/9Soh5DObtFM/s1600/vr18-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERmt8k6V5s8/Tu4DN0MoTDI/AAAAAAAAW68/9Soh5DObtFM/s400/vr18-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We speelden tot we het koud kregen. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqKxukehRR4/Tu4DNIIaa4I/AAAAAAAAW6w/K77ZWP1644k/s1600/vr18-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqKxukehRR4/Tu4DNIIaa4I/AAAAAAAAW6w/K77ZWP1644k/s400/vr18-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toen ging mama thuis ons verder helpen met scrappen terwijl papa de racebaan opbouwde&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M9dFg8ykT2I/Tu4DRgJiKiI/AAAAAAAAW7k/d2FQR_-e1Is/s1600/vr18-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M9dFg8ykT2I/Tu4DRgJiKiI/AAAAAAAAW7k/d2FQR_-e1Is/s400/vr18-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Racen was nog veel leuker dan scrappen.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62XHsFFKMUs/Tu4DMSjACyI/AAAAAAAAW6o/DbbYbJVHOJQ/s1600/vr18-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62XHsFFKMUs/Tu4DMSjACyI/AAAAAAAAW6o/DbbYbJVHOJQ/s400/vr18-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OcPPvpklk34/Tu4DMjJWnCI/AAAAAAAAW6s/H5zeYowBimU/s1600/vr18-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mama was meteen haar "klasje" kwijt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started real wel. Neighbour Bram gave me a bag filled with "stuff". I got bracelets... miffies. I was totally happy. In the afternoon Steven and Samoon came to play over at my house. We scrapped together. After an hour the weather got real beautiful so daddy thought it would be an awesome idea to play outside. Mom just came home and needed 5 minutes for herself too. We went to the new city park. They recently started building a playground there. There is sand.. swings and climbstuff allready. We had lots of fun and played till we were cold. Then when we were home mom helped us with scrappin' while daddy build the racetracks. Racing was even more fun then scrappin'. Mom immediately lost her "class"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-249185488708688333?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/249185488708688333/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=249185488708688333' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/249185488708688333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/249185488708688333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/stadspark-speeltuin.html' title='Stadspark speeltuin'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OcPPvpklk34/Tu4DMjJWnCI/AAAAAAAAW6s/H5zeYowBimU/s72-c/vr18-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-1128205837144647747</id><published>2011-11-17T10:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:41:30.662+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Piano les</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0JcKv0iFfY/Tu2zKEPZkFI/AAAAAAAAW6Y/OBpksLmHQoc/s1600/do17-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amber en ik willen zó graag piano les. Mama zegt dat we niet alles kunnen hebben.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We hebben allebei al zwemles..ik moet nog een sport.. Amber heeft scouting.. allebei pianoles is wel een beetje veel nog.&amp;nbsp; Als tussenoplossing geven papa en mama pianoles. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oq3AhKDCog/Tu2zKz60ZPI/AAAAAAAAW6c/gDBxCcJJIek/s1600/do17-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oq3AhKDCog/Tu2zKz60ZPI/AAAAAAAAW6c/gDBxCcJJIek/s400/do17-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Met stickers en cijfers. Dat gaat super goed... en het is heel leuk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0JcKv0iFfY/Tu2zKEPZkFI/AAAAAAAAW6Y/OBpksLmHQoc/s1600/do17-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0JcKv0iFfY/Tu2zKEPZkFI/AAAAAAAAW6Y/OBpksLmHQoc/s400/do17-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Ik zeg wat voor een liedje ik wil en dan maakt mama een cijferbriefje voor me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amber and I want to play the piano só bad.. but mom says we cannot have it all. We both have swim classes.. I need to choose a sport.. Amber has her scouts.. and then pianolessons for us both is a bit much. As an "in between solution&amp;nbsp; mom and dad give is pianoclasses.. and we get to play with stickers and numbers. That works real well and it's fun. I tell what song I want to learn and then mom figures it out and writes me a number-note. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-1128205837144647747?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1128205837144647747/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=1128205837144647747' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/1128205837144647747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/1128205837144647747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/piano-les.html' title='Piano les'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oq3AhKDCog/Tu2zKz60ZPI/AAAAAAAAW6c/gDBxCcJJIek/s72-c/do17-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-8148011045037872782</id><published>2011-11-16T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:29:43.626+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Prima Sticker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwq2j0vBZpk/Tu2wrT421dI/AAAAAAAAW5w/QjhTUo9j99U/s1600/wo16-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ik voel me al een heel stuk beter. Mama weet het allemaal niet zo.. maar ik wilde gewoon naar school. Het is tenslotte maar een halve dag. Ik had het wel koud .. heel koud.. dus mocht ik mijn dikke vest aan. Het is maar goed dat ik naar school ging.. want.. ik kreeg een echte PRIMA sticker van de meester.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-y9Z6rXN0c/Tu2wsNWbPEI/AAAAAAAAW50/LN01tUV1JR0/s1600/wo16-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-y9Z6rXN0c/Tu2wsNWbPEI/AAAAAAAAW50/LN01tUV1JR0/s400/wo16-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ik kan je niet vertellen HOE trots ik was!! Iedereen in de straat moest hem zien.. en ik mocht mama op haar werk bellen. 's Middag's speelde ik met mijn potloden.. een soort Kapla. Ik wou dat ik echt Kapla had!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lAl9ZjipOw/Tu2wuDwwSzI/AAAAAAAAW6I/vpAHgnoPLOM/s1600/wo16-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lAl9ZjipOw/Tu2wuDwwSzI/AAAAAAAAW6I/vpAHgnoPLOM/s400/wo16-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maar.. als je voorzichtig bouwt.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32bFZ4l7At8/Tu2ws-ROp6I/AAAAAAAAW6A/uxaPef5Ve-0/s1600/wo16-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32bFZ4l7At8/Tu2ws-ROp6I/AAAAAAAAW6A/uxaPef5Ve-0/s400/wo16-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. kun je ook prachtige torens maken met kleurtjes.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwq2j0vBZpk/Tu2wrT421dI/AAAAAAAAW5w/QjhTUo9j99U/s1600/wo16-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwq2j0vBZpk/Tu2wrT421dI/AAAAAAAAW5w/QjhTUo9j99U/s400/wo16-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt much much better. Mom wasn't too sure but I wanted to go to school. It's just half a day on wednesdays.. I was cold.. very very cold.. so I got to wear my vest. It's a good thing I went to school cuz I got a "well done" sticker&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-y9Z6rXN0c/Tu2wsNWbPEI/AAAAAAAAW50/LN01tUV1JR0/s1600/wo16-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from my teacher. I cannot tell you HOW proud I was.. Everybody in my street had to see it and I got to call mom at work. In the afternoon I played with my pencils.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lAl9ZjipOw/Tu2wuDwwSzI/AAAAAAAAW6I/vpAHgnoPLOM/s1600/wo16-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a bit of a Kapla game.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32bFZ4l7At8/Tu2ws-ROp6I/AAAAAAAAW6A/uxaPef5Ve-0/s1600/wo16-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. but if you build carefully you can build with colors too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-8148011045037872782?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/8148011045037872782/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=8148011045037872782' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8148011045037872782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8148011045037872782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/prima-sticker.html' title='Prima Sticker!'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-y9Z6rXN0c/Tu2wsNWbPEI/AAAAAAAAW50/LN01tUV1JR0/s72-c/wo16-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-2022476621758035743</id><published>2011-11-15T10:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:16:28.735+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Schoolfoto's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWnbSTl7cS0/Tu2n_vKfYtI/AAAAAAAAW5g/7c1bhe1YGQA/s1600/di15-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ik was ziek vannacht. Spuug ziek.. letterlijk! Ik spuugde in mijn bed. Terwijl mama het bed afhaalde mocht ik in haar bed liggen.. en daar viel ik in slaap .. voor een half uurtje.. met mijn bed keurig opgedekt gaf ik mama reden om na haar bed af te halen.. en mij gedouched te hebben.. me weer in mijn eigen bed te leggen.. zodat ze haar eigen bed weer kon opdekken.&lt;br /&gt;Zo deden we dat nog een keer.. en toen waren mijn lakens op.. Ik vind het moeilijk om in het teiltje te spugen omdat ik steeds slaap.. en het gebeurd als ik slaap. Dan zit het dus ook in mijn haar enzo. Ik heb nog nooit zo vaak midden in de nacht gedouched.. De wasmachine draaide overuren...en de laatste keer dat ik douchte.. kwam ik terug en lag ineens Noah zijn vliegtuig dekbedovertrek op mijn bed in mijn prinsessenkamer!!!! ..Maar dat vond ik niet goed!!! Luid brullend tekende ik protest aan.. en in plaats om medelijden met me te hebben.. was mama stiksaggerijnig.. en zei dat ik niet moest zeuren!! ZEUREN???!!! Ik ben ZIEK ja!! En toen zei mama iets over "ik loop op mijn tandvlees.. ik HEB gewoon geen meisjeslakens meer hoor je??!!! Het is allemaal vies en nu moet je slapen het is pas 5 uur!!"&lt;br /&gt;hmpf.. dat bestaat helemaal niet.. op je tandvlees lopen..&lt;br /&gt;De volgende dag wilde ik mijn mooie kleren aan voor de schoolfoto's&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lUvjsaqY28/Tu2oACbebCI/AAAAAAAAW5k/xl1jZmUgn0w/s1600/di15-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lUvjsaqY28/Tu2oACbebCI/AAAAAAAAW5k/xl1jZmUgn0w/s400/di15-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en mama wilde niet dat ik naar school ging.. maar ik wel..&lt;br /&gt;we kregen alweer een beetje ruzie.. en tenslotte.. had papa een goed idee. Hij sprak met de directrice af. dat ze hem op zou bellen als mijn klas aan de beurt is voor een klassefoto..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWnbSTl7cS0/Tu2n_vKfYtI/AAAAAAAAW5g/7c1bhe1YGQA/s1600/di15-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWnbSTl7cS0/Tu2n_vKfYtI/AAAAAAAAW5g/7c1bhe1YGQA/s400/di15-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en dan gaat hij me brengen..&lt;br /&gt;Ik mocht lekker luieren vandaag.. en kleuren.. Noah speelde met zijn truckies.. en mama.. die ging gewoon weer naar haar werk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick this night. Very sick. Litterally. I puked in my bed. While mom changed my sheets I got to sleep in her bed. I fell asleep.. for half an hour.. and while my bed had fresh sheets.. I gave my mom a good reason to change hér sheets too. After puttin me in the shower.. she put me in my own bed..&amp;nbsp; We did this trick twice more.. and then we ran out of clean sheets. I have a really hard time to aim for the bucket.. because I am sleeping when it happens.. So.. I also need a shower over and over again. Middle of the night.. the washing machine was working heavy overtime.. I took a shower and when I went back into my own room I saw Noah's aeroplane sheets on my bed in my princess room!!!! I didn't want that. I started crying real loud.. and in stead of feeling sorry for me.. mom was grumpy. She said I had to stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;Whining??? I am SICK!!! Then mom said something weird..something about being drained.. didn't even séé drains!! Totally stupid. She said it was 5.. she didn't have pink sheets anymore and that I have to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;The next day I wanted to wear my pretty clothes for the school pictures. Mommy didn't want me to go to school..but I wanted to go! We got in a fight again.. and then dad had a great idea. He talked with the principal and she said she would give him a call&amp;nbsp; when my class would go for the class picture.. and that he could bring me over for 3 minutes. I got to stay at home.. and color. Noah played with his trucks.. and mom.. she went to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-2022476621758035743?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/2022476621758035743/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=2022476621758035743' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/2022476621758035743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/2022476621758035743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/schoolfotos.html' title='Schoolfoto&apos;s.'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lUvjsaqY28/Tu2oACbebCI/AAAAAAAAW5k/xl1jZmUgn0w/s72-c/di15-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-7884666482536758806</id><published>2011-11-14T09:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T09:40:01.194+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><title type='text'>Zwemles</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpK-gyJWaxk/Tu2iiyxyFMI/AAAAAAAAW4w/w3oECjI6WRQ/s1600/ma14-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En ik.. ik heb mijn eigen zwemles nu.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2WMwNv3lfU/Tu2ijYbZ52I/AAAAAAAAW40/5BOFH43Q-Ec/s1600/ma14-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2WMwNv3lfU/Tu2ijYbZ52I/AAAAAAAAW40/5BOFH43Q-Ec/s400/ma14-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mijn zus was eerst.. jaren in dit badje.. maar die gaat als een speer in het diepe. Zij oefent voor haar B- diploma en als ze bijna mag voorzwemmen voor B.. mag ik voor de allereerste keer voorzwemmen bij de dolfijn. Het is een beetje jammer dat Amber hartstikke ziek was.. en thuis bleef .. Gelukkig had papa het fototoestel mee .. zodat mama en Amber het ook konden zien. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZJWeCgb_FA/Tu2imBaG5BI/AAAAAAAAW5U/DsdxXL3PNJ4/s1600/ma14-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZJWeCgb_FA/Tu2imBaG5BI/AAAAAAAAW5U/DsdxXL3PNJ4/s400/ma14-5.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Op mijn rug trok ik baantjes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEG4-WgGKkI/Tu2ileXCQwI/AAAAAAAAW5M/gad-BHFB_S8/s1600/ma14-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEG4-WgGKkI/Tu2ileXCQwI/AAAAAAAAW5M/gad-BHFB_S8/s400/ma14-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;..en op mijn buik&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZ69B4c4S0o/Tu2ikiLOpsI/AAAAAAAAW5E/iGZOMw93U_w/s1600/ma14-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZ69B4c4S0o/Tu2ikiLOpsI/AAAAAAAAW5E/iGZOMw93U_w/s400/ma14-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. heen en terug&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3eM6fTNQeM/Tu2ij0SU1pI/AAAAAAAAW48/ZiaHzmGWLPU/s1600/ma14-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3eM6fTNQeM/Tu2ij0SU1pI/AAAAAAAAW48/ZiaHzmGWLPU/s400/ma14-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. en ik deed ook nog de beginselen van crawl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpK-gyJWaxk/Tu2iiyxyFMI/AAAAAAAAW4w/w3oECjI6WRQ/s1600/ma14-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpK-gyJWaxk/Tu2iiyxyFMI/AAAAAAAAW4w/w3oECjI6WRQ/s400/ma14-6.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Knap he???!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have my own swimclasses now. My sister was first in the small swim school.. but she is making huge progress in the large pool. She is practising for her B and as she is almost ready to do the huge B-test.. I get to show my skills for the first time in the small pool. It's a bit sad Amber is very sick.. and at home with mommy. I don't have a huge audience now.. but daddy took the camera&amp;nbsp; so mom and Amber can see it at home. I swam several laps on my tummy and my back.. and I showed the beginnings of crawl. Cool ey??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-7884666482536758806?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7884666482536758806/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=7884666482536758806' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7884666482536758806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7884666482536758806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/zwemles.html' title='Zwemles'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2WMwNv3lfU/Tu2ijYbZ52I/AAAAAAAAW40/5BOFH43Q-Ec/s72-c/ma14-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3675430715863338867</id><published>2011-11-13T09:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T09:17:07.917+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Strandpicnick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBYkX6CWyPo/Tu2cUoyYThI/AAAAAAAAW3o/tDS-T4Jsf_Q/s1600/zo13-9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama had het druk met deadlines... en dan wil ze de hele dag alleen maar scrappen. Scrappen scrappen scrappen.. daar worden we saggerijnig van.&lt;br /&gt;We hadden zin om te gaan zwemmen en wilde dat mama mee kwam.. maar dat ging dus niet. We kwamen tot een compromis. Toen we uitgeslapen waren&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtgMyy7fTmQ/Tu2cVmDt7-I/AAAAAAAAW3w/yo83FKHqa94/s1600/zo13-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtgMyy7fTmQ/Tu2cVmDt7-I/AAAAAAAAW3w/yo83FKHqa94/s400/zo13-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en samen tv gekeken hadden&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96OTkaGUqfQ/Tu2cVKdd7FI/AAAAAAAAW3s/30MacDnnLZY/s1600/zo13-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96OTkaGUqfQ/Tu2cVKdd7FI/AAAAAAAAW3s/30MacDnnLZY/s400/zo13-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.... gingen we eerst naar het strand.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hNEHX8CAcU/Tu2calpETKI/AAAAAAAAW4o/FvMAjfA6SaM/s1600/zo13-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hNEHX8CAcU/Tu2calpETKI/AAAAAAAAW4o/FvMAjfA6SaM/s400/zo13-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Het was heerlijk zonnig.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55xZsNh3b-o/Tu2cWUgCK_I/AAAAAAAAW34/GlMgwDm5dDs/s1600/zo13-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55xZsNh3b-o/Tu2cWUgCK_I/AAAAAAAAW34/GlMgwDm5dDs/s400/zo13-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Koud maar zonnig! We lunchten op het strand en na een tijdje merk je niet eens meer &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4qRfSQKfLTM/Tu2cWwP_wMI/AAAAAAAAW4A/uNQqAj8r9yU/s1600/zo13-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4qRfSQKfLTM/Tu2cWwP_wMI/AAAAAAAAW4A/uNQqAj8r9yU/s400/zo13-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dat je tandjes parelwit geschuurd worden door het zand.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fW0lpYqbljQ/Tu2cZ42TEuI/AAAAAAAAW4c/uCFlrtxq9tM/s1600/zo13-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fW0lpYqbljQ/Tu2cZ42TEuI/AAAAAAAAW4c/uCFlrtxq9tM/s400/zo13-7.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Als echte jutters renden we heen en weer ..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBYkX6CWyPo/Tu2cUoyYThI/AAAAAAAAW3o/tDS-T4Jsf_Q/s1600/zo13-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGkIwWrvfwE/Tu2cXgCkMXI/AAAAAAAAW4Q/w3zfpwrnWlw/s1600/zo13-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGkIwWrvfwE/Tu2cXgCkMXI/AAAAAAAAW4Q/w3zfpwrnWlw/s400/zo13-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en vonden de meest prachtige dingen.. stokken.. emmers&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-el8GZ8Za3Ro/Tu2cZSz2eyI/AAAAAAAAW4U/l-7yH4C6clw/s1600/zo13-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-el8GZ8Za3Ro/Tu2cZSz2eyI/AAAAAAAAW4U/l-7yH4C6clw/s400/zo13-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en zelfs een hondje!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBYkX6CWyPo/Tu2cUoyYThI/AAAAAAAAW3o/tDS-T4Jsf_Q/s1600/zo13-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBYkX6CWyPo/Tu2cUoyYThI/AAAAAAAAW3o/tDS-T4Jsf_Q/s400/zo13-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mam kon met een frisse neus aan het werk.. en wij zagen Nadia en Tycho in het zwembad en gingen daar 's avonds op bezoek!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was very very busy with deadlines... on days like that she wants to scrap from early morning till the middle of the night. Scrap Scrap Scrap... it makes us grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;We felt like swimming and wanted mom to come too. That was a "no go" .. so we&amp;nbsp; compromised. After sleeping and watching tv together we went to the beach together for a picnic. It was a bright and sunny day. Cold.. but sunny.&amp;nbsp; We had lunch at the beach.. and after a while you don't even notice that your teeth are white, bright and shiny from the sand. Like real beachcombers we ran up and down the shoreline.. and found the most beautiful things.. sticks.. buckets.. even a cute little dog.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy got to work with fresh air in her lungs and we saw Nadia and Tycho in the pool and went to visit them in the evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3675430715863338867?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3675430715863338867/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3675430715863338867' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3675430715863338867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3675430715863338867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/strandpicnick.html' title='Strandpicnick'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtgMyy7fTmQ/Tu2cVmDt7-I/AAAAAAAAW3w/yo83FKHqa94/s72-c/zo13-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-735138991766043407</id><published>2011-11-12T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:15:23.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Van het geloof gevallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fVwlora8pc/TuXlS9N0_hI/AAAAAAAAW1s/V7La_IVTzXg/s1600/za12-15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het was een enerverende dag vandaag.. De dag.. waarop ik van mijn geloof gevallen ben. Ik begon vanochtend bij de Inka's Dat zijn meisjes scouts.&amp;nbsp; Ik ging er kijken omdat ik bijna moet kiezen bij welke scouts ik wil.. en er zijn er wel 5 in Den Helder. Mama dacht dat knutselende meisjes scouts wel wat voor me zouden zijn. Wat leuk was.. was dat ik Marleen weer zag. Zij is mijn vriendin van peuterspeelzaal De Kleine Prins. Voor de rest vond ik het niet zo leuk. Ik moest borduren en dat kan ik helemaal niet. Toen papa en mama me op kwamen halen reden we meteen naar de haven. Daar was het druk.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUPxJCv0j0o/TuXlTUTwTeI/AAAAAAAAW1w/N4RLc-fE0hU/s1600/za12-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUPxJCv0j0o/TuXlTUTwTeI/AAAAAAAAW1w/N4RLc-fE0hU/s400/za12-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hartstikke druk. Er waren heel veel boten ... en zelfs een pakjesboot.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPFJkCFkwNs/TuXlWOnD99I/AAAAAAAAW2I/E6hynzGUOaQ/s1600/za12-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPFJkCFkwNs/TuXlWOnD99I/AAAAAAAAW2I/E6hynzGUOaQ/s400/za12-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sint en de pieten kwamen recht voor mijn neus aan land.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94fWqFat68k/TuXlU0RfJrI/AAAAAAAAW2E/LGDfHXjn6BA/s1600/za12-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94fWqFat68k/TuXlU0RfJrI/AAAAAAAAW2E/LGDfHXjn6BA/s400/za12-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ik stond er met mijn neus bovenop zeg maar&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsm8rQnrDng/TuXlUNJ3imI/AAAAAAAAW14/Rbbiy8-9_eM/s1600/za12-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsm8rQnrDng/TuXlUNJ3imI/AAAAAAAAW14/Rbbiy8-9_eM/s400/za12-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. enne.. dat was licht dramatisch..Het was Sint niet! Het was gewoon een hulpsint.. en die pieten!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veQOcK9HKlc/TuXlXCCDfxI/AAAAAAAAW2Y/olEDGbX0it0/s1600/za12-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veQOcK9HKlc/TuXlXCCDfxI/AAAAAAAAW2Y/olEDGbX0it0/s400/za12-6.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ik zag ineens allemaal grote mensen dingen.. Ik keek naar mama en begon luidkeels te oreren. Mama zei dat ik stil moest zijn .. maar mijn nieuwe ontdekking kon ik wel van de spreekwoordelijke daken schreeuwen (heel toepasselijk in dit verband.. vind je niet) Mama begon te zweten.. en probeerde me stil te krijgen voor alle kindjes die naast me stonden. Hun papa's en mama's keken heel boos naar mij.. en naar mama. Papa stond met Noah veel verder weg. .. heel erg naar achter. Hij vond het eng.. heel erg eng!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEp8MO7_G9M/TuXlWvy-mbI/AAAAAAAAW2Q/b4ufsWR97j0/s1600/za12-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEp8MO7_G9M/TuXlWvy-mbI/AAAAAAAAW2Q/b4ufsWR97j0/s400/za12-5.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We zijn dus maar weg gegaan. Bij het stadspark wilde mama nog wel kijken naar het programma&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrS_0YuztHA/TuXlaOIqTyI/AAAAAAAAW24/UGQmpUIoboE/s1600/za12-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrS_0YuztHA/TuXlaOIqTyI/AAAAAAAAW24/UGQmpUIoboE/s400/za12-10.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. maar Noah hield zich gillend vast aan de gordels en wilde echt niet meer. Papa voerde hem af en ik ging met mama mee. Daar zag ik onze huisbezoek piet.. en.. ik keek achter in haar nek.. en zag bij haar dus ook gekke dingen.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hrk8Yd8ox4/TuXlYA_PhkI/AAAAAAAAW2g/vpPF7dgMK_I/s1600/za12-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hrk8Yd8ox4/TuXlYA_PhkI/AAAAAAAAW2g/vpPF7dgMK_I/s400/za12-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Er waren liedjes &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NcYGfG88L4k/TuXlZYHaM4I/AAAAAAAAW2w/blyqJat8jp0/s1600/za12-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NcYGfG88L4k/TuXlZYHaM4I/AAAAAAAAW2w/blyqJat8jp0/s400/za12-9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en dansjes.. dat was wel gezellig.. en de burgemeester kwam mij en andere kindjes een handje geven&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQolJPcys70/TuXlYxOpA_I/AAAAAAAAW2o/KYjuzeSWqMc/s1600/za12-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQolJPcys70/TuXlYxOpA_I/AAAAAAAAW2o/KYjuzeSWqMc/s400/za12-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. dat was ook wel leuk.&lt;br /&gt;Ik moest naar huis voor zwemles.. en lopend onderweg.. zei ik tegen mama.. laat maar mam met die uitleg.. ik weet allang hoe het zit. Mama was verdrietig.. super super verdrietig.. en sleepte 12 vuilniszakken tuinafval uit een tuin die ze al 2 jaar niet meer aangeraakt had. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NsUnhpoyEF8/TuXlciAOBsI/AAAAAAAAW3Q/FeATsQvWFFE/s1600/za12-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NsUnhpoyEF8/TuXlciAOBsI/AAAAAAAAW3Q/FeATsQvWFFE/s400/za12-13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mijn broertje.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P4yHe2I2M9E/TuXlaqK-ShI/AAAAAAAAW3E/BUYW05g01xs/s1600/za12-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P4yHe2I2M9E/TuXlaqK-ShI/AAAAAAAAW3E/BUYW05g01xs/s400/za12-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;viel letterlijk van zijn geloof.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xx0k4FyZXS4/TuXlb5cDYmI/AAAAAAAAW3M/yD1SvBw5_Lg/s1600/za12-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xx0k4FyZXS4/TuXlb5cDYmI/AAAAAAAAW3M/yD1SvBw5_Lg/s400/za12-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(maar niet figuurlijk).&lt;br /&gt;' s Avonds zette ik gewoon mijn schoen&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bF4vgx8pmNM/TuXldFnLLPI/AAAAAAAAW3Y/u_YqjqM71kE/s1600/za12-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bF4vgx8pmNM/TuXldFnLLPI/AAAAAAAAW3Y/u_YqjqM71kE/s400/za12-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en terwijl Noah zijn Sinterklaas liedjes zong, kostte het mij wat moeite.. om een nieuwe balans te vinden.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fVwlora8pc/TuXlS9N0_hI/AAAAAAAAW1s/V7La_IVTzXg/s1600/za12-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fVwlora8pc/TuXlS9N0_hI/AAAAAAAAW1s/V7La_IVTzXg/s400/za12-15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tussen kleine kinder dingen en grote mensen geheimen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy busy day. The day I lost my faith. I started this morning by going to the girls scouts and testing that. It's almost time to choose my group.. and Den Helder has 5. Mommy thought crafting girls scouts might be fun for me. It was fun. I saw marleen.. my friend from pre-kindergarten. The rest wasn't so much fun. I had to do embroidery.. and that isn't my forte. Then mom and dad came to pick me up and rushed to the harbour to watch Saint Nicholas arrive from Spain. There were so many people it really wasn't normal anymore. There were tons of boats.. gift boats. Saint Nicholas and the Pieten came off the boat.. right in front of my nose.. and that's where it all went wrong.. this wasn't the real one.. this was a surrogate Saint Nicholas. He didn't even wave and say hi to me.. and then with the Pieten. All of a sudden.. I saw stuff only grown ups see... my jaw dropped to the floor.. I looked from them.. to mom.. to them.. and then I started to say out (very)&amp;nbsp; loud what I saw.. and noticed.. Mommies started to look real angry at me.. and mom.. My own mom tried to hush me constantly.. Noah was further away with daddy.. and got real scared.. and I .. became more and more surprised.. talking louder and louder. We left and went to the park. There would be a big party.. with music and all sorts of performances for Saint Nicholas. When we drove there Noah didn't want to get out of the car anymore.. he was so scared he sat held on to his seatbelt as well as he could.&lt;br /&gt;Mom said " this should be fun" ... and so daddy went home with him.. and I walked over there with mom.. Mom told me I could watch it.. but I needed to hush.. and that she would have a real grown up conversation with me.&lt;br /&gt;We watched the festivity.. I saw our own girlPiet that visits our house every year.. and then I saw something weird in the back of her neck too..There was a lot of singing and dancing.. I did like that.. and the major shook my hand.. I liked that too. Then I had to go home for swimclasses.. and while we walked home I held mom's hand.. looked up to her and said " mom.. forget about that grown up&amp;nbsp; conversation. I know what you are going to tell me.. I have know for quite a while by the way"&lt;br /&gt;Mom was sad.. very very sad.. and attacked the garden.. took out 12 huge containers of gardenstuff.. ( no1 touched that garden for 2 years.. so there was enough to do) My little brother fell.. and life went on..&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I put my shoe near the fireplace just like other years.. While my baby brother sang his Saint Nicholas song in front of the fireplace.. did his " kid stuff" .. it was very hard for me to find a new balance between unreal kid stuff and grown up secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-735138991766043407?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/735138991766043407/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=735138991766043407' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/735138991766043407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/735138991766043407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/van-het-geloof-gevallen.html' title='Van het geloof gevallen'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUPxJCv0j0o/TuXlTUTwTeI/AAAAAAAAW1w/N4RLc-fE0hU/s72-c/za12-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3394889279403892580</id><published>2011-11-11T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:21:08.019+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Sint Maarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdmpHaLzR08/TuXexF3Mv3I/AAAAAAAAW00/S5mW2_iNocw/s1600/vr11-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vandaag ging ik dus weer naar school.. om mijn mooie lantaarn op te halen. Ik heb het beertje gemaakt.. met allemaal hartjes Amber heeft een tekening met slaolie gemaakt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdmpHaLzR08/TuXexF3Mv3I/AAAAAAAAW00/S5mW2_iNocw/s1600/vr11-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdmpHaLzR08/TuXexF3Mv3I/AAAAAAAAW00/S5mW2_iNocw/s400/vr11-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wat duurt het dan lang voor het donker word zeg.. bah!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KZLy4ddLR_g/TuXextapBsI/AAAAAAAAW08/4qlX0XL_8nU/s1600/vr11-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KZLy4ddLR_g/TuXextapBsI/AAAAAAAAW08/4qlX0XL_8nU/s400/vr11-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ik mocht bij amber liggen en tv kijken.. toen begon Amber zich te vervelen en wilde ze graag breien.. en daarna.. na het eten.. was het eindelijk zover.. We mochten.. verschrikkelijk vervelend is het dan.. dat mama een foto wil.. zonder flits&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vS1BfcKUvSg/TuXezOnIZpI/AAAAAAAAW1I/l0BI4oNmW3o/s1600/vr11-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vS1BfcKUvSg/TuXezOnIZpI/AAAAAAAAW1I/l0BI4oNmW3o/s400/vr11-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. zodat je de lantaarntjes goed kan zien. Dat betekend dus dat je niet mag bewegen.. helemaal niet.. nog niet knipperen met je ogen. JEETJE!! Hoe kan dat nou als je zo hyper bent!!! We gingen samen met alex en zijn vriendje langs de deuren.. hard zingen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xO_uuRSr-00/TuXezzENRrI/AAAAAAAAW1U/T7NYc9RCids/s1600/vr11-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xO_uuRSr-00/TuXezzENRrI/AAAAAAAAW1U/T7NYc9RCids/s400/vr11-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. heel hard zingen.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WxmBWYLGzAM/TuXe0iLB5gI/AAAAAAAAW1c/SkzbD9dGTGY/s1600/vr11-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WxmBWYLGzAM/TuXe0iLB5gI/AAAAAAAAW1c/SkzbD9dGTGY/s400/vr11-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;en na een uur verdeelden we thuis de buit. Een voor een haalden we dingen uit onze tassen. Mama was verbaasd.. andere jaren gooiden we de tassen leeg op tafel. hmmm..maar als je het voorzichtig doet.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3HqDzE9RZc/TuXe14Syl8I/AAAAAAAAW1g/fjXIpudF7tk/s1600/vr11-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3HqDzE9RZc/TuXe14Syl8I/AAAAAAAAW1g/fjXIpudF7tk/s400/vr11-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;weet je tenminste zeker.. welk snoep van jou is.. en pakt niemand wat af.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today I went to school to pick up my lantarn. I made a bear with a lot of little hearts. Amber made a beautiful drawing with oil. It took forever and a day before it was dark.. ARGH! I got to watch tv with Amber today.. and when she was bored mom taught her how to knit. After that.. it was dinner time.. and then.. The only horrible thing is that mom wants pictures every year.. without a flash.. so you can see the pretty lights.. It means you have to stand extremely still without blinking.. while your totally hyper and want to run outside!!! Boy oh boy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We went to Alex and walked our rounds with him and his little friend. We sang so loud they could hear us in the next village.. and we collected tons of candy. Mommy was surprised.. other years we empty our bags on the table but if you empty them carefully.. your candy doesn't get mixed with your sisters.. and then you don't have to fight for it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3394889279403892580?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3394889279403892580/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3394889279403892580' title='4 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3394889279403892580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3394889279403892580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/sint-maarten.html' title='Sint Maarten'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdmpHaLzR08/TuXexF3Mv3I/AAAAAAAAW00/S5mW2_iNocw/s72-c/vr11-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-1980399515541216367</id><published>2011-11-10T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:59:20.385+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><title type='text'>thuis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5ijZ6fKHQo/TuXdoYo8q0I/AAAAAAAAW0s/CYu7PDYoyyk/s1600/do10-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5ijZ6fKHQo/TuXdoYo8q0I/AAAAAAAAW0s/CYu7PDYoyyk/s400/do10-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;En dus bleef ik vandaag maar lekker thuis met papa. We keken heel veel DVD-tje op de bank onder een dekentje.. Ik wilde graag naar school.. maar het mocht niet. Morgen is Sint Maarten.. en dan wil ik meedoen.. en overmorgen is de intocht van Sint Nicholaas.. en daar wil ik ook naartoe.. dus moet ik eerst GOED beter worden. Papa en mama&amp;nbsp; voelen zich ook beroerd.. de enige die niet ziek is.. is Amber!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And so I stayed home with daddy today. We watched a lot of DVD's&amp;nbsp; on the couch under a blanket. I wanted to go to school but I wasn't allowed. Tomorrow is Saint Martin.. and I wanna celebrate.. the day after Saint Martin.. Saint Nicholas will arrive from spain.. and I want to go there too. So first I have to get really well. Mom and dad don't feel to great either.. the only one that's A-ok is Amber.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-1980399515541216367?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1980399515541216367/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=1980399515541216367' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/1980399515541216367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/1980399515541216367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/thuis.html' title='thuis'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5ijZ6fKHQo/TuXdoYo8q0I/AAAAAAAAW0s/CYu7PDYoyyk/s72-c/do10-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3045936395449638077</id><published>2011-11-09T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:40:35.317+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Ziek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbTVFiBFbkg/TuXVJ4RC9XI/AAAAAAAAW0U/oRyfy5_pjl4/s1600/wo9-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ik was heel zielig.. vannacht moest ik spugen.. spugen spugen.. Wat dan wel leuk was... was dat ik bij papa en mama in bed mocht slapen.&lt;br /&gt;'s Ochtends voelde ik me alweer heel wat beter! Ik wilde naar school. Mama kleedde me aan.. en toen ging ik naar beneden naar papa toe.. voor het ontbijt.&lt;br /&gt;Helaas hebben papa en mama nogal verschillende ideeen over "lichte ontbijtjes".. papa houdt gewoon niet van thee met een beschuitje.. en ik ook niet..&lt;br /&gt;en dikke volkoren havermout.. is toch vloeibaar?? dus licht?? toch?? enne.. een glaasje melk is niet zo zuur als limonade.. dusssssssss&lt;br /&gt;De juf belde na een uurtje in paniek op. Of ik gehaald kon worden.. met een noodgang. Ik had veel ongelukjes in de klas.. in de boekenkast.. in de lego.. over het planbord .. laten we het maar samenvatten met "enzo".&lt;br /&gt;Thuis ging ik (voor de zoveelste keer)&amp;nbsp; in bad.. ik mocht een pijama aan.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mtmP5rla6s/TuXVKQw8FpI/AAAAAAAAW0Y/uHN5i0QYtNw/s1600/wo9-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mtmP5rla6s/TuXVKQw8FpI/AAAAAAAAW0Y/uHN5i0QYtNw/s400/wo9-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en ik kreeg weer een hoop nieuwe Truckies lekker om te spelen. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H121MwO2nW8/TuXVLJUKN6I/AAAAAAAAW0g/pypVpcyPVsk/s1600/wo9-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H121MwO2nW8/TuXVLJUKN6I/AAAAAAAAW0g/pypVpcyPVsk/s400/wo9-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber verzameld huis Anubis kaartjes. Ama zou kijken voor een album.. maar vandaag was het ruilmiddag.. en kon je al je dubbele kaartjes ruilen.. de actie is namelijk afgelopen aanstaande zaterdag..&lt;br /&gt;en dus haalde mama dan toch maar een album voor Amber en ging samen met Amber kijken bij de Deka. Ze had mazzel. Er was een heel lief meisje uit groep 7 al.. die was gekomen.. om al haar dubbele kaartjes weg te geven aan iemand die ze nog niet had. Ze deed dat heel netjes. Ze keek in je boek of je het kaartje ook echt niet had.. anders ging hij naar iemand anders..&lt;br /&gt;En dus.. kwam Amber thuis met een half vol huis Anubis boek&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbTVFiBFbkg/TuXVJ4RC9XI/AAAAAAAAW0U/oRyfy5_pjl4/s1600/wo9-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbTVFiBFbkg/TuXVJ4RC9XI/AAAAAAAAW0U/oRyfy5_pjl4/s400/wo9-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (nou ja.. mama kwam thuis met dat boek voor Amber.. want Amber was Melissa tegengekomen.. en ging dus bij Melissa spelen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not feeling wel. I had to throw up a lot.. all night long. The only good thing about that is that I was allowed to sleep in mommy and daddies bed. In the morning I felt much better. I wanted to go to school. Mom dressed me and send me downstairs to daddy for a " light breakfast" . Unfortunately mom and dad have different ideas when it comes to light breakfasts. Dad doesn't like tea and a dry cracker. Thick porridge is fluid right? that equals light.. right? And milk isn't sour like lemonade.. right?sooooo..&lt;br /&gt;Teacher called in a panic an hour later. If we could pick him up asap.. yesterday preferably.&amp;nbsp; I had a few accidents in the classroom.. in the bookshelves.. in the lego boxes.. over the planningboard.. let's just say " and so on" .&lt;br /&gt;At home I got to go in the tub (again) and I got to wear my pjs. I got new supermarket action " Truckies" .. to play with.&lt;br /&gt;Amber doesn't collect the truckies. She collects house Anubis cards. Grandma would look for an Album.. but today it was " trade afternoon"&amp;nbsp; in the supermarket. You can trade your doubles with other kids. Saturday that action will end so it was kinda a last chance afternoon. She was extremely lucky.. my sister.. There was a very sweet girl from 5th grade.. and she was determened to help " kids in need" .. she came to sit next to amber and gave her everything she had and Amber needed.. not more.. that was for other kids.. And so Amber came home with a house Anubis book.. also half filled (well actually Mom came home with the book.. cuz Amber met Melissa and went to play at her house)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3045936395449638077?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3045936395449638077/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3045936395449638077' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3045936395449638077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3045936395449638077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/ziek.html' title='Ziek'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mtmP5rla6s/TuXVKQw8FpI/AAAAAAAAW0Y/uHN5i0QYtNw/s72-c/wo9-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5972172039107028889</id><published>2011-11-09T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:19:54.513+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petaloo'/><title type='text'>Petaloo meets Jillibean Soup</title><content type='html'>I really am a sucker for soup.. and is there a more tastefull soup then &lt;a href="http://www.jillibean-soup.com/site/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;Jillibean&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I was delighted when Jillibean worked together with Petaloo.&lt;br /&gt;So awesome to combine beautiful christmas/ winter papers with lucious Petaloo flowers.&lt;br /&gt;This is my project.. stay tuned for more because there was a lot more material left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3t1wcwlVVs/TuUQJ0imx2I/AAAAAAAAW0M/6e-PMlfCDhw/s1600/WinterWonderland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3t1wcwlVVs/TuUQJ0imx2I/AAAAAAAAW0M/6e-PMlfCDhw/s400/WinterWonderland.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the mean time.. don't forget to check &lt;a href="http://www.jillibeansoup.typepad.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jillibeans blog&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://petaloo.typepad.com/blog/" target="_blank"&gt; Petaloo's blog&lt;/a&gt; for more inspiration&lt;br /&gt;For a complete product list check the &lt;a href="http://petaloo.typepad.com/blog/2011/12/winter-wonderland-with-petaloo-and-jillibean-soup.html" target="_blank"&gt;direct link&lt;/a&gt; to the blog post.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking the time to check my project and leaving me a comment! You really made my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Mireille&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5972172039107028889?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5972172039107028889/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5972172039107028889' title='5 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5972172039107028889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5972172039107028889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/petaloo-meets-jillibean-soup.html' title='Petaloo meets Jillibean Soup'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3t1wcwlVVs/TuUQJ0imx2I/AAAAAAAAW0M/6e-PMlfCDhw/s72-c/WinterWonderland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-7200182132137271218</id><published>2011-11-08T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:55:53.706+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Meester Joran en Tante Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l-2bAd9JAOA/TuUJD-990OI/AAAAAAAAW0E/GXPfsZlEOmU/s1600/di8-meesterjoramtanteliespissedoftriomfantelijk.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amber en ik hebben al bijna een jaar een spelletje. Het is Meester Joran en Tante Lies. Ik kan het niet goed uitleggen... het is onze eigen fantasie.. en onze eigen fantasie wereld.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We hebben dolle pret .. en kunnen uren zo spelen.. maar.. net als in de echte wereld.. lijken meester Joran en Tante Lies ook wel weer een beetje op Amber en Noah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meester Joran.. is een beetje een irritante vent.. en hij gaat door tot het gaatje.. steekt zijn triomf ook niet onder stoelen of banken. Tante Lies daarentegen.. is toch wel snel geïrriteerd.. en steekt haar irritatie ook niet onder stoelen of banken.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l-2bAd9JAOA/TuUJD-990OI/AAAAAAAAW0E/GXPfsZlEOmU/s1600/di8-meesterjoramtanteliespissedoftriomfantelijk.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l-2bAd9JAOA/TuUJD-990OI/AAAAAAAAW0E/GXPfsZlEOmU/s400/di8-meesterjoramtanteliespissedoftriomfantelijk.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Niet onder de bank dus.. maar OP de bank.. met een triomf kop.. en naar binnen gezogen wangen van de irritatie!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amber and I play a game for over a year now. It's teacher Joran and Aunt Lies. I can't explain really.. it's our fantasy.. and our own fantasy world. We have a blast and are able to play together for hours.. but just like in the real world... teacher Joran and Aunt Lies are a bit like Amber and Noah in the real world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teacher Joran .. is a bit of a pain in the rear .. he goes to the max and can't hide his triumph. Aunt Lies get's irritated easily and just like teacher Joran.. isn't able to hide her emotions. That's when you get these faces.. a pure victory face.. and sucked in cheeks.. from pure frustration..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-7200182132137271218?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7200182132137271218/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=7200182132137271218' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7200182132137271218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7200182132137271218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/meester-joran-en-tante-lies.html' title='Meester Joran en Tante Lies'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l-2bAd9JAOA/TuUJD-990OI/AAAAAAAAW0E/GXPfsZlEOmU/s72-c/di8-meesterjoramtanteliespissedoftriomfantelijk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-8129030297362598928</id><published>2011-11-07T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:04:09.865+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><title type='text'>Het Riool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Maaahaaam!!! Ik heb POEHOEP!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Veeg maar zelf je bips Noah, je bent een grote jongen!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dat kan ik niet mam!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Jeetje wat een onzin! Hoe doe je dat dan op school??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ik poep gewoon nooit op school!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- nou ja.. maar dat is niet      goed Noah&lt;br /&gt;      Je kunt best zelf je bips vegen..&lt;br /&gt;      dus kun je ook op school poepen&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ".... NEEEHEEEE...&lt;br /&gt;      er is een ander probleem"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DVQNcjesNI/TuTPZNms1xI/AAAAAAAAWy0/9s-P-u8oue8/s1600/ma7-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;      - Oh O.o..wat dan?? &lt;br /&gt;      "Mijn poep wil niet in het school riool... die wil alleen maar      graag&lt;br /&gt;      in het Thuisriool.. dus kan ik alleen maar thuis poepen"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DVQNcjesNI/TuTPZNms1xI/AAAAAAAAWy0/9s-P-u8oue8/s1600/ma7-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DVQNcjesNI/TuTPZNms1xI/AAAAAAAAWy0/9s-P-u8oue8/s320/ma7-1.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Moooommyyyyy I have poop!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Whipe your own behind Noah.You are a big boy now!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I can't mommy.. you have to do that!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Geee such nonsense!! Of course you can.. How do you do that when you're at school??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"oh simple! I don't go when I am at school.. not even when I have to!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Oh boy!! That's not ok Noah.. you have to go when you have to go.. and you're perfectly able to whipe your own behind.. so you're perfectly able to go at school!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nooooooo!!! You don't get it!!! It's a totally different problem!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Really??? What's the problem then??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well.. my poo doesn't like the school sewer. He just wants our own home sewer.. so I can only go at home!!!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-8129030297362598928?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/8129030297362598928/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=8129030297362598928' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8129030297362598928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/8129030297362598928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/het-riool.html' title='Het Riool'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DVQNcjesNI/TuTPZNms1xI/AAAAAAAAWy0/9s-P-u8oue8/s72-c/ma7-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-870474697440111449</id><published>2011-11-06T17:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:18:09.794+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Break-clame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1jGfQXEv5k/TuTUjhOWzvI/AAAAAAAAWzc/57wASUokFrY/s1600/zo6-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het weekend duurt veel te kort.. Op zondag.. kom je alweer snel tot de conclusie.. dat je alweer bijna een complete week naar school moet.. en dat je dan niet zoveel kan spelen. Mama was vanochtend erg boos op ons. Het ging over niet goed luisteren en zo..&lt;br /&gt;Later. speelde ik met mijn kapperspop.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qFod69ztVg/TuTUkON6j3I/AAAAAAAAWzk/W16jWZQeycQ/s1600/zo6-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qFod69ztVg/TuTUkON6j3I/AAAAAAAAWzk/W16jWZQeycQ/s400/zo6-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ik maakte een prachtig kapsel bij haar.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9jDrztI5qro/TuTUlH6kMQI/AAAAAAAAWzo/7j08J6kyTTI/s1600/zo6-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9jDrztI5qro/TuTUlH6kMQI/AAAAAAAAWzo/7j08J6kyTTI/s400/zo6-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mama draaide een wasje.. en Noah's Kroky deed ook mee&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zl2kXl5bphM/TuTUlWBixZI/AAAAAAAAWz0/Ci34puXiQ6o/s1600/zo6-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zl2kXl5bphM/TuTUlWBixZI/AAAAAAAAWz0/Ci34puXiQ6o/s400/zo6-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... en Noah.. keek televisie.. terwijl de dikke biggeltranen over zijn wangen stroomden.&lt;br /&gt;We keken vol verbazing naar hem...&lt;br /&gt;"Noah wat is er aan de hand???"&lt;br /&gt;- Ik wil geen televisie meer kijken.. ik wil buiten spelen!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Maar dan gá je toch buiten spelen???"&lt;br /&gt;- Dat kan niet!!!&lt;br /&gt;"waarom niet???&lt;br /&gt;- Nou... die mevrouw zegt altijd bij de break-clame... BLIJF KIJKEN.. en mama heeft gezegd dat ik eens beter moet leren luisteren.&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;Toen we klaar waren met lachen.. mocht ie buiten racen met zijn racefiets&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-Z1t7TMNSk/TuTUm7OTtzI/AAAAAAAAWz8/Z3fDKlnOXWU/s1600/zo6-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-Z1t7TMNSk/TuTUm7OTtzI/AAAAAAAAWz8/Z3fDKlnOXWU/s400/zo6-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en papa bouwde een schans voor hem. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1jGfQXEv5k/TuTUjhOWzvI/AAAAAAAAWzc/57wASUokFrY/s1600/zo6-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1jGfQXEv5k/TuTUjhOWzvI/AAAAAAAAWzc/57wASUokFrY/s400/zo6-5.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend sure isn't long enough. On sunday you come to the conclusion that it's almost another week of school.. and then you cannot play so much. Mommy was very upset with us this morning. We don't listen to her well enough.. and that makes her angry.&lt;br /&gt;When she was done being angry I played with my new hairdresser doll. I made her a beautiful hairdo.. Mom did laundry.. and Noah's Kroky helped her out.&lt;br /&gt;Noah watched tv.. and then all of a sudden I saw tears everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;He was crying very quietly&lt;br /&gt;"Noah what is going on????"&lt;br /&gt;- I don't want to watch tv anymore!!! I want to go outside and play!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Well.. why don't you go outside and play??"&lt;br /&gt;- I can't!!!&lt;br /&gt;"why????"&lt;br /&gt;- Well... that lady in the tv keeps saying every few minutes "Stay tuned!!"&amp;nbsp; and mommy just told me I need to learn how to listen and do as I am told!&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;When we were done laughing... he was allowed to go outside and race with Wesley and Nicky. Daddy helped them with building a ramp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-870474697440111449?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/870474697440111449/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=870474697440111449' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/870474697440111449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/870474697440111449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/break-clame.html' title='Break-clame'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qFod69ztVg/TuTUkON6j3I/AAAAAAAAWzk/W16jWZQeycQ/s72-c/zo6-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-416351477827379410</id><published>2011-11-05T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:02:02.079+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Op naar de sterren!! en daar voorbij!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7UViqiG-R0/TuTQq0kjNpI/AAAAAAAAWy8/wDrZweMNuxw/s1600/za5-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het was helemaal een mega cool weekend. Wij houden verschrikkelijk veel van muziek maken.. en normaal kan mama daar niet zo goed tegen.. maar vandaag wel.. en dus hadden we een huisband. Papa houdt ook wel van wat lawaai maken.. hij speelde conga.. en Amber mondharmonica&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7UViqiG-R0/TuTQq0kjNpI/AAAAAAAAWy8/wDrZweMNuxw/s1600/za5-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7UViqiG-R0/TuTQq0kjNpI/AAAAAAAAWy8/wDrZweMNuxw/s400/za5-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en ik fluit&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItPV55W0Qgc/TuTQsleWUdI/AAAAAAAAWzQ/lqbbDVaiPSc/s1600/za5-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItPV55W0Qgc/TuTQsleWUdI/AAAAAAAAWzQ/lqbbDVaiPSc/s400/za5-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. met toetsen.. en mama?? In plaats van alleen maar fotograferen..&amp;nbsp; en glimlachen.. had ze echte goeie zin.. Ze ging zingen! We waren de Divjak band!!!&amp;nbsp; Het was allemaal feestelijk. De lunch was feestelijk .. met lekkere happies voor iedereen.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QJL-LyZ6OM/TuTQr2Q9dxI/AAAAAAAAWzI/zytdSUybYgY/s1600/za5-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QJL-LyZ6OM/TuTQr2Q9dxI/AAAAAAAAWzI/zytdSUybYgY/s400/za5-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;worstjes voor ons..d at vinden we lekker.. kaas met basilicum voor mama.. en visjes.. en toen Amber naar zwemles ging met papa .. ging ik met mijn vriend bioscoopje spelen. Het was Pixar dag.. met natuurlijk Toy Story &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6jJtRfS4s8E/TuTQrfUlKkI/AAAAAAAAWzA/lNBdekijWSo/s1600/za5-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6jJtRfS4s8E/TuTQrfUlKkI/AAAAAAAAWzA/lNBdekijWSo/s400/za5-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Op naar de sterren!!! En daar voorbij!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a cool weekend. We love music so terribly much.. Mommy usually doesn't like too much noise . but today she did.. we had a houseband..Daddy loves to make some noise.. He played drums.. Amber harmonica.. and I flute.. and keyboard!!. Mommy?? In stead of taking a gazillion pictures and smile.. she was really in a good mood. She took a few.. and then.. she started to sing. Sing sing sing. We were the Divjak House band. And we partied all day. Lunch was a party by itself. We got yummie sausages.. mommy mozerella with basil.. and fishies.. When Amber went to swimming classes with daddy.. I played cinema with my best buddy. It was Pixar day.. with Toy Story of course "To infinity!!! And Beyond!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-416351477827379410?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/416351477827379410/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=416351477827379410' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/416351477827379410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/416351477827379410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/op-naar-de-sterren-en-daar-voorbij.html' title='Op naar de sterren!! en daar voorbij!!!'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7UViqiG-R0/TuTQq0kjNpI/AAAAAAAAWy8/wDrZweMNuxw/s72-c/za5-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-2635065135464839372</id><published>2011-11-04T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:37:05.944+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Mam?? maaham?? mam?? mam mam mam??!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXuVDym42g4/TuTNXq5t2MI/AAAAAAAAWys/z3iLa_5UgPM/s1600/vr4-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mam? Wat gebeurd er als je geen benen meer hebt?&lt;br /&gt;Mam?? Wat gebeurd er als er geen lucht meer is?&lt;br /&gt;Mam?? Wat gebeurd er als je aan de binnenkant van een zandkasteel loopt?&lt;br /&gt;Mam? Maham??? Mam.. Mam.. geef eens antwoord???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXuVDym42g4/TuTNXq5t2MI/AAAAAAAAWys/z3iLa_5UgPM/s1600/vr4-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXuVDym42g4/TuTNXq5t2MI/AAAAAAAAWys/z3iLa_5UgPM/s400/vr4-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom? What happens when you don't have legs anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Mom? What happens when the air disappears??&lt;br /&gt;Mom?? What happens when you walk on the inside of a sandcastle??&lt;br /&gt;Mom?? Mommy?? MOM!!! Please answer me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-2635065135464839372?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/2635065135464839372/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=2635065135464839372' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/2635065135464839372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/2635065135464839372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/mam-maaham-mam-mam-mam-mam.html' title='Mam?? maaham?? mam?? mam mam mam??!!!'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXuVDym42g4/TuTNXq5t2MI/AAAAAAAAWys/z3iLa_5UgPM/s72-c/vr4-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-6129266885628046591</id><published>2011-11-03T11:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:29:26.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Samen Spelen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZX_FPEbypY/TuSBPqX_H1I/AAAAAAAAWyU/XvqZN5lVA10/s1600/do3-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Niks zo mooi als "samen"... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZX_FPEbypY/TuSBPqX_H1I/AAAAAAAAWyU/XvqZN5lVA10/s1600/do3-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZX_FPEbypY/TuSBPqX_H1I/AAAAAAAAWyU/XvqZN5lVA10/s400/do3-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;samen V-smilen met je papa, samen filmpje kijken met je beste vriend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOxeIViNLmA/TuSBQGUZAnI/AAAAAAAAWyY/4QrBfJfClQY/s1600/do3-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOxeIViNLmA/TuSBQGUZAnI/AAAAAAAAWyY/4QrBfJfClQY/s400/do3-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. samen met het nieuwe speelgoed van je zusje. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wblZXuzBUGk/TuSBQv7OdII/AAAAAAAAWyg/98ZmvK-Ukjg/s1600/do3-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wblZXuzBUGk/TuSBQv7OdII/AAAAAAAAWyg/98ZmvK-Ukjg/s400/do3-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Samen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Het mooiste woord van de wereld.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing is as good as "together"... Together playing with the V-smile with your dad. Watching a movie TOGETHER with your best friend. Playing together with your sister's new toys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The most beautiful word in the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-6129266885628046591?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6129266885628046591/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=6129266885628046591' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6129266885628046591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6129266885628046591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/samen-spelen.html' title='Samen Spelen'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZX_FPEbypY/TuSBPqX_H1I/AAAAAAAAWyU/XvqZN5lVA10/s72-c/do3-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3737567883601392459</id><published>2011-11-02T22:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:55:53.721+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Landgoed Hoenderdaell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8HmtebSEUY/Tts64ZhTXTI/AAAAAAAAWvI/nc0o3HQqWhU/s1600/wo2-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbAlAVpArOA/Tts636VNapI/AAAAAAAAWvE/esWAsKeqjqA/s1600/wo2-26.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prachtige herfstdagen&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ciARSLnmaDk/Tts6_Ub0sZI/AAAAAAAAWwY/Lkppclrii8c/s1600/wo2-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ciARSLnmaDk/Tts6_Ub0sZI/AAAAAAAAWwY/Lkppclrii8c/s400/wo2-11.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. prachtige woensdagmiddagen.. prachtige vrienden.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f3B1zg0lL18/Tts6-OHEVSI/AAAAAAAAWwU/DqmnKLkjXTk/s1600/wo2-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f3B1zg0lL18/Tts6-OHEVSI/AAAAAAAAWwU/DqmnKLkjXTk/s400/wo2-10.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vandaag kwam Paulien ons ophalen om samen naar&lt;a href="http://www.landgoedhoenderdaell.nl/index.php?content=home" target="_blank"&gt; Landgoed Hoenderdaell&lt;/a&gt; te gaan. Dat is een dierentuin in een klein dorpje bij ons in de buurt.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-asfXdWJDM94/Tts68yMt3uI/AAAAAAAAWv8/bC11IaQxwFs/s1600/wo2-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-asfXdWJDM94/Tts68yMt3uI/AAAAAAAAWv8/bC11IaQxwFs/s400/wo2-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ze hebben een kinderboerderij maar ook heel veel dieren zo in de vrije natuur. Het is helemaal super.. je loopt een groot hek door en dan ga je wandelen.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A98SSQFHpos/Tts66l11d5I/AAAAAAAAWvo/WpF7q5qNNDQ/s1600/wo2-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A98SSQFHpos/Tts66l11d5I/AAAAAAAAWvo/WpF7q5qNNDQ/s400/wo2-5.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Langs water en grote huizen. Toen kwamen we bij de capibara's&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8HmtebSEUY/Tts64ZhTXTI/AAAAAAAAWvI/nc0o3HQqWhU/s1600/wo2-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8HmtebSEUY/Tts64ZhTXTI/AAAAAAAAWvI/nc0o3HQqWhU/s400/wo2-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. &lt;a href="http://www.landgoedhoenderdaell.nl/index.php?content=nieuws&amp;amp;showItem=883&amp;amp;lang=nl" target="_blank"&gt;daar was net een baby geboren&lt;/a&gt;. De baby was wel groot.. eigenlijk zo groot dat we hem niet meteen als baby herkende.. maar hij zat er echt tussen. We speelden met de wasbeertjes&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZPNLOCDGe8/Tts64wYoBCI/AAAAAAAAWvU/GCneMoqQQNo/s1600/wo2-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZPNLOCDGe8/Tts64wYoBCI/AAAAAAAAWvU/GCneMoqQQNo/s400/wo2-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en de otters.. die duwde steentjes tegen de glasplaat omhoog. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-To8iSTcjcsY/Tts65iZF5TI/AAAAAAAAWvY/WI_iv95rP5Q/s1600/wo2-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-To8iSTcjcsY/Tts65iZF5TI/AAAAAAAAWvY/WI_iv95rP5Q/s400/wo2-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We keken hoe ze gevoerd werden en liepen langzaam door naar achter. Daar kwamen we net te laat aan voor de roofvogelshow. Hij was al afgelopen. Beetje jammer maar het was ook wel cool om zo naar ze te kijken.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0HvRq0Q_GI/Tts68LUgRaI/AAAAAAAAWv0/rFh-ROVDL9E/s1600/wo2-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0HvRq0Q_GI/Tts68LUgRaI/AAAAAAAAWv0/rFh-ROVDL9E/s400/wo2-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tot ze gevoerd werden. Daar wilde IK wel heel graag naar kijken maar mama was bang dat we nachtmerries zouden krijgen. - ze eten kuikentjes dus.. -&lt;br /&gt;De panters waren er ook nog niet.. maar alle hokken zijn wel al klaar en het zag er super super leuk uit. Mama dacht dat we teleurgesteld zouden zijn.. en was mega verbaasd dat we blij rond renden en leeuwtje speelden. We gingen verder op ontdekkingstocht.. stonden oog in oog met herten&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-522vMg6_sX4/Tts7GygeQEI/AAAAAAAAWxs/iHDDVNK2boY/s1600/wo2-21.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-522vMg6_sX4/Tts7GygeQEI/AAAAAAAAWxs/iHDDVNK2boY/s400/wo2-21.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .. die liepen zomaar los rond&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPZD0CgHmwk/Tts66KQZD3I/AAAAAAAAWvg/thANGyP4THU/s1600/wo2-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPZD0CgHmwk/Tts66KQZD3I/AAAAAAAAWvg/thANGyP4THU/s400/wo2-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Er waren prachtige en enge vogels.. en net toen we dachten dat we de engste vogel gezien hadden&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mmna0phQcFA/Tts7B5iVghI/AAAAAAAAWw4/_1D15NvdjWg/s1600/wo2-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mmna0phQcFA/Tts7B5iVghI/AAAAAAAAWw4/_1D15NvdjWg/s400/wo2-15.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. speelden we "de lion king".&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKchCXPQntg/Tts7BM-C2cI/AAAAAAAAWww/rTlCSDjchxk/s1600/wo2-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKchCXPQntg/Tts7BM-C2cI/AAAAAAAAWww/rTlCSDjchxk/s400/wo2-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hyena's&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RMoeWkeql_k/Tts7AaEBt2I/AAAAAAAAWwo/OCiAXSDyO9w/s1600/wo2-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RMoeWkeql_k/Tts7AaEBt2I/AAAAAAAAWwo/OCiAXSDyO9w/s400/wo2-13.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en wolven.. zomaar . in het echt. Noah vond het zo super stoer!! We ontdekten &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SEGz7mRsps/Tts67CMswWI/AAAAAAAAWvw/f0aIVquAx-Y/s1600/wo2-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SEGz7mRsps/Tts67CMswWI/AAAAAAAAWvw/f0aIVquAx-Y/s400/wo2-6.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;prachtige vogels&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj3vEff4dFM/Tts7CmYk5fI/AAAAAAAAWxA/Hz32yTyhrBA/s1600/wo2-16.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj3vEff4dFM/Tts7CmYk5fI/AAAAAAAAWxA/Hz32yTyhrBA/s400/wo2-16.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. super&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97WHvQVrPyA/Tts6_88EB5I/AAAAAAAAWwg/J24cWyCI5ho/s1600/wo2-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97WHvQVrPyA/Tts6_88EB5I/AAAAAAAAWwg/J24cWyCI5ho/s400/wo2-12.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; super mooie&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jv3TVnmzdIg/Tts7DG236CI/AAAAAAAAWxE/wsbM0BM6ckI/s1600/wo2-17.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jv3TVnmzdIg/Tts7DG236CI/AAAAAAAAWxE/wsbM0BM6ckI/s400/wo2-17.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. vogels die we meteen herkenden&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLgx8gKiZ-A/Tts7FP4fHqI/AAAAAAAAWxg/AGECLM1LIzg/s1600/wo2-20.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLgx8gKiZ-A/Tts7FP4fHqI/AAAAAAAAWxg/AGECLM1LIzg/s400/wo2-20.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en vogels&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YsV8MCR2gPI/Tts7D_jv-wI/AAAAAAAAWxY/wwSVzfRczk8/s1600/wo2-19.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YsV8MCR2gPI/Tts7D_jv-wI/AAAAAAAAWxY/wwSVzfRczk8/s400/wo2-19.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; die we nog nooit gezien hadden.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtgb_6xmAfA/Tts7Dlc9rJI/AAAAAAAAWxM/D47eF_P5w7A/s1600/wo2-18.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtgb_6xmAfA/Tts7Dlc9rJI/AAAAAAAAWxM/D47eF_P5w7A/s400/wo2-18.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We aten lekkere hapjes&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xG8NaYZUxvY/Tts69ULqidI/AAAAAAAAWwI/k2e3F8-o-X0/s1600/wo2-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xG8NaYZUxvY/Tts69ULqidI/AAAAAAAAWwI/k2e3F8-o-X0/s400/wo2-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. slopen langzaam in de buurt van de dieren&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FSWTdv6bbc/Tts7H_MJyqI/AAAAAAAAWx4/x8z3coKOWLg/s1600/wo2-23.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FSWTdv6bbc/Tts7H_MJyqI/AAAAAAAAWx4/x8z3coKOWLg/s400/wo2-23.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en hadden een fantastische middag. Niet te geloven dat met een gemiste roofvogelshow, een gesloten jungle &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ny_CC_vqei0/Tts7HbAFKlI/AAAAAAAAWxw/SL7wh_GKS_4/s1600/wo2-22.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ny_CC_vqei0/Tts7HbAFKlI/AAAAAAAAWxw/SL7wh_GKS_4/s400/wo2-22.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en nog lege roofdieren hokken het al zo allemachtig prachtig en super leuk was. Voor de kerst willen we heel graag een abonnementje =)&lt;br /&gt;We sloten af met een rondje kinderboerderij. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbAlAVpArOA/Tts636VNapI/AAAAAAAAWvE/esWAsKeqjqA/s1600/wo2-26.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbAlAVpArOA/Tts636VNapI/AAAAAAAAWvE/esWAsKeqjqA/s400/wo2-26.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het was een fantastische dag en het enige moment wat niet zo fantastisch was.. was toen mijn kleine broertje wilde drummen met prachtige takken &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-weu7cS-mwMw/Tts7IjmncnI/AAAAAAAAWyA/CFa1BjLQgRY/s1600/wo2-24.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-weu7cS-mwMw/Tts7IjmncnI/AAAAAAAAWyA/CFa1BjLQgRY/s400/wo2-24.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en zich op zijn vingers sloeg. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jIt1-Xs7Km0/Tts7JLhsOHI/AAAAAAAAWyM/N3oYEDRM618/s1600/wo2-25.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jIt1-Xs7Km0/Tts7JLhsOHI/AAAAAAAAWyM/N3oYEDRM618/s400/wo2-25.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful autumn days.. beautiful wednesdays.. beautiful friends.&lt;br /&gt;Today Paulien came to pick us up and go to&lt;a href="http://www.landgoedhoenderdaell.nl/index.php?content=home" target="_blank"&gt; Landgoed Hoenderdaell&lt;/a&gt; . It's a nature park near our city. They have a petting zoo but also a lot of animals you can see in nature. It's awesome. You walk through a large gate.. and then you start walking. You pass 3 big houses.. and a lot of water.. and then you will find the animals. There were capibara's.. they just had a baby. The baby was a lil bigger then we thought so we didn't recognise it immediately as a "baby" .. but it was really there. We played with racoons and otters.. they pushed stones up and down glass with us.. it was sooo cool!We watched while they were fed and then we were too late for the bird show. That was sad.. but it was beautiful watching them anyways.. without a show.. Untill they were being fed. I wanted to watch that but mommy didn't want me to see it.. She was afraid I would have a gazillion nightmares again.. but I did see they eat cute yellow fluffy baby chickens.&lt;br /&gt;The lions and panters didn't arrive yet.. but their habitat was ready and it looked so so beautiful. Mom thought we would be mega disappointed.. but we weren't.. we loved how it looked.. even without animals.. and we played "lion". We went on discovering what was there.. stood eye to eye with deer.. We saw beautiful birds.. scary birds... and when we thought we saw the most scary of them all.. we faced Hyena's and wolves ... and played "the lion king". Noah loved it so much and couldn't stop screaming "mom did you see that???" We discoverd beautiful birds.. birds we never saw before.. birds we recognized right away.. We ate yummie stuff.. sneaking up on animals..and had a wonderful afternoon. Unbelieveble that.. with a missed bird show.. a closed jungle and a still empty preditor habitat.. it was still so amasingly beautiful .. and so much fun we would really like a year-card for christmas. We ended the day at the petting zoo. It was awesome.. and the only thing that wasn't so awesome.. was when baby brother tried to make music with branches and hit on his fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3737567883601392459?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3737567883601392459/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3737567883601392459' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3737567883601392459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3737567883601392459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/landgoed-hoenderdaell.html' title='Landgoed Hoenderdaell'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ciARSLnmaDk/Tts6_Ub0sZI/AAAAAAAAWwY/Lkppclrii8c/s72-c/wo2-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>1761 Anna Paulowna, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.8616158 4.8238091</georss:point><georss:box>52.8232693 4.7448451 52.899962300000006 4.9027731</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5255362387566584575</id><published>2011-11-02T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:24:56.323+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bo Bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petaloo'/><title type='text'>Petaloo Fall Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_2Ed5AbCcg/TtfghTOgKjI/AAAAAAAAWus/tn3kDOmO8fE/s1600/himrowl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_2Ed5AbCcg/TtfghTOgKjI/AAAAAAAAWus/tn3kDOmO8fE/s400/himrowl.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess I will never catch up. Yesterday on the last day of November I tried desperately to get the blog in November too. It didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;I hope however.. you will still enjoy my "Hi" Mister Owl project I did for &lt;a href="http://petaloo.typepad.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Petaloo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For a complete supplylist and the story behind the photo's you can click&lt;a href="http://petaloo.typepad.com/blog/2011/11/autumn-with-petaloo.html" target="_blank"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The paper collection is&lt;a href="http://bobunny.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Bo Bunny'&lt;/a&gt;s Forever Fall line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5255362387566584575?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5255362387566584575/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5255362387566584575' title='6 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5255362387566584575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5255362387566584575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/petaloo-fall-project.html' title='Petaloo Fall Project'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_2Ed5AbCcg/TtfghTOgKjI/AAAAAAAAWus/tn3kDOmO8fE/s72-c/himrowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-6347181841918495609</id><published>2011-11-01T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:11:22.887+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Allergie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PChDFQxoO4/Ttfc2vAyTaI/AAAAAAAAWuk/DtZUt01qIDE/s1600/di1-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PChDFQxoO4/Ttfc2vAyTaI/AAAAAAAAWuk/DtZUt01qIDE/s320/di1-1.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"huh?.. wat zeg je???? .. ik speelde helemáál geen boef!!! Ik ben een fantasieprinses"!!!&lt;br /&gt;- oh.. ik dacht dat je een boef was.. door die zwarte strepen&lt;br /&gt;"nou ja.. ik speelde met Luna.. en we wilden ons opmaken.. en ik was begonnen toen ik me ineens herinnerde dat ik voor sommige make up allergisch ben.. ik wist alleen niet meer welke.. dus.. heb ik voor de zekerheid me alleen maar met het oogpotlood versierd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?? I am certainly NOT a crook!! i am a fantasy princess!!!"&lt;br /&gt;- oh I am sorry.. i thought you were a crook.. because of all that black&lt;br /&gt;"sheesh! I played with Luna.. and we wanted to play make up. I started when I all of a sudden remembered I am allergic to some make up. I wasn't sure anymore which one.. so I thought it would be wise to just use an eyepencil"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-6347181841918495609?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6347181841918495609/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=6347181841918495609' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6347181841918495609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6347181841918495609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/11/allergie.html' title='Allergie'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PChDFQxoO4/Ttfc2vAyTaI/AAAAAAAAWuk/DtZUt01qIDE/s72-c/di1-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5694934687138432995</id><published>2011-10-31T20:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:51:12.179+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><title type='text'>kleine charmeur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihvThccyKz0/TtfYnQVPLnI/AAAAAAAAWuc/5bi6eCqkyCE/s1600/ma31-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ik ben dol op foto's maken. Echt! Ik heb vaak discussies met mama.. en ik weet nu echt.. dat ik dus niet aan de camera mag komen. Ten minste.. niet als mama er niet bij is..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;en soms.. soms zeg ik hele lieve dingen tegen mama..&amp;nbsp; dan moet de riem om mijn nek.. - hij is reuze zwaar-..&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;en dan mag ik het..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mama.. je bent de mooiste mama van de hele wereld.. en de liefste.. en je hebt zó een mooie krullen... mag ik een foto van je maken??"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihvThccyKz0/TtfYnQVPLnI/AAAAAAAAWuc/5bi6eCqkyCE/s1600/ma31-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihvThccyKz0/TtfYnQVPLnI/AAAAAAAAWuc/5bi6eCqkyCE/s400/ma31-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love to take pictures. I really do. I often have "discussions" with mommy.. and I know now.. that I cannot touch the camera. At least .. not when mom isn't around ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and sometimes... I say the sweetest stuff.. and I have to put the strap around my neck - because it's super duper heavy-&amp;nbsp; .. and then I can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mommy.. your the prettiest mommy in the whole wide world... and the sweetest.. and you have SUCH beautiful hair.. I LOVE your curls.. can I please take your picture? " &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5694934687138432995?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5694934687138432995/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5694934687138432995' title='4 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5694934687138432995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5694934687138432995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/10/kleine-charmeur.html' title='kleine charmeur'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihvThccyKz0/TtfYnQVPLnI/AAAAAAAAWuc/5bi6eCqkyCE/s72-c/ma31-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-2254645443333596470</id><published>2011-10-30T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:39:36.394+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Over sparen en zo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWzZVMGW7OA/TtfTa6aAsMI/AAAAAAAAWt8/rBoF4Bxd90M/s1600/zo30-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ik ben dól op shoppen.. echt.. super super dol.. maar ik ben niét dol op geld uitgeven. Ik vind het verschrikkelijk naar. MIJN geld uitgeven dan.&lt;br /&gt;Mijn portomonnaie puilde uit. Echt. Ik had ook wat verjaardagscentjes.. Het was de laatste zondag van de maand dús koopzondag.. en mama wilde wel met me mee gaan.&lt;br /&gt;Winkel in winkel uit gingen we.. en ik hield "slijm" in mijn handen.. en zette het weer terug.. "scheetkussen"..&amp;nbsp; Ik liep ALLE koopjes af.. om dingen uit de rekken te pakken en weer terug te zetten.&lt;br /&gt;Mama werd er dóódmoe van.&lt;br /&gt;Ik moest met haar mee.. warme chocomelk met slagroom drinken bij de V&amp;amp;D en nadenken over wat ik nou écht wilde.&lt;br /&gt;Zuchtend en steunend.. Ik vind kiezen zo moeilijk. Het dilemma.. Ik vind een scheetkussen wel grappig.. én het is goedkoop. Wat ik ECHT wil.. is zo duur dat ik het niet meer wil. Dan ben ik namelijk al mijn geld kwijt. Ik hou zo van een volle portemonnaie. Mama moest lachen.. ze zei dat ze dát gevoel wel snapte. Ze vertelde me ook dat ik al weer heel lang aan het sparen ben.. en dat ik dan beter iets kan kopen waar ik écht vaak mee speel... en wat ik écht leuk vind. Dat het pas echt zonde geld is om iets te kopen omdat het goedkoop is maar dat je er eigenlijk niks aan hebt. Dus ik dacht na.. en nog meer... en voor de zekerheid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0SYeoZWRe0/TtfTbUtCvJI/AAAAAAAAWuA/FoIWMojeqko/s1600/zo30-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0SYeoZWRe0/TtfTbUtCvJI/AAAAAAAAWuA/FoIWMojeqko/s400/zo30-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en toen besloot ik om het littlest pet shop clubhuis&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u2mwFNDzA40/TtfTb3J7g1I/AAAAAAAAWuI/yeQ5si0P5U8/s1600/zo30-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u2mwFNDzA40/TtfTb3J7g1I/AAAAAAAAWuI/yeQ5si0P5U8/s400/zo30-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; te kopen .. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWzZVMGW7OA/TtfTa6aAsMI/AAAAAAAAWt8/rBoF4Bxd90M/s1600/zo30-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cuR89LaHtKI/TtfTc1J3c_I/AAAAAAAAWuQ/Nw99-gxxLZE/s1600/zo30-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cuR89LaHtKI/TtfTc1J3c_I/AAAAAAAAWuQ/Nw99-gxxLZE/s400/zo30-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;met een bewegend diertje erbij.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWzZVMGW7OA/TtfTa6aAsMI/AAAAAAAAWt8/rBoF4Bxd90M/s1600/zo30-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWzZVMGW7OA/TtfTa6aAsMI/AAAAAAAAWt8/rBoF4Bxd90M/s400/zo30-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cuR89LaHtKI/TtfTc1J3c_I/AAAAAAAAWuQ/Nw99-gxxLZE/s1600/zo30-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop. Really.. I do.. lots. I don't love spending money. Well... MY money that is. My wallet was totally full. I safed money for a long time.. pocketmoney and I also got birthdaymoney. The hops are open the last sunday of the month and mommy was willing to go with me. We went from store to store. I held "slime" in my hands.. put it back.. grabbed a "fartpillow". I checked all the sales.. pulled stuff from the shelves and placed it back. Mommy got sick and tired from it.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go with her.. sit somewhere and have a hot coco... talk and think.&lt;br /&gt;It's so totally hard. The dilemma.. I do like the fart pillow.. ánd.. it's very cheap. What I really want.. is so expensive I don't want it anymore. I will loose all my money at ones and i so like my filled wallet. Mommy laughed and said she recognised thát feeling. She also told me that I am saving money for a long long time now.. and we check every month.. and I come home with nothing.. while I know what I would like...&lt;br /&gt;That buying something when I don't really want it just because it's cheap.. really is a waste of money. So I thought it over.. and more.. just to be sure.. and then I bought the littles pet shop club house.. with a moving pet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-2254645443333596470?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/2254645443333596470/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=2254645443333596470' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/2254645443333596470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/2254645443333596470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/10/over-sparen-en-zo.html' title='Over sparen en zo'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0SYeoZWRe0/TtfTbUtCvJI/AAAAAAAAWuA/FoIWMojeqko/s72-c/zo30-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3322123679904741916</id><published>2011-10-29T14:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:12:21.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Drie keer is scheepsrecht</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tud8gJQcOtE/TtYrxxem7FI/AAAAAAAAWtU/7BwqfkMbtE8/s1600/za29-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drie keer is scheepsrecht. Voor het laatst gingen we vandaag een beetje mijn verjaardag vieren. Ik begon vanochtend met de scouting. Het was super leuk. We gingen pompoenen uithollen en kerven en ik kwam er met 2 thuis..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oAzjoqWuuvM/TtYrzCWizkI/AAAAAAAAWts/3h3MI9uMk4M/s1600/za29-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oAzjoqWuuvM/TtYrzCWizkI/AAAAAAAAWts/3h3MI9uMk4M/s400/za29-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ik had er ook nog een gewonnen! Super trots was ik..Apa en Ama kwamen&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4LD9z5umaEM/TtYryD8-C2I/AAAAAAAAWtY/zwdyHDJCsxE/s1600/za29-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4LD9z5umaEM/TtYryD8-C2I/AAAAAAAAWtY/zwdyHDJCsxE/s400/za29-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en namen cadeautjes voor me mee.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xXB9iPHtiI/TtYryu7AyII/AAAAAAAAWtg/e2SClNfpius/s1600/za29-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xXB9iPHtiI/TtYryu7AyII/AAAAAAAAWtg/e2SClNfpius/s400/za29-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We deden spelletjes.. aten overgebleven cupcakes &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6N2DwzprKI/TtYr0C_rXOI/AAAAAAAAWtw/60TEPcmnH78/s1600/za29-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6N2DwzprKI/TtYr0C_rXOI/AAAAAAAAWtw/60TEPcmnH78/s400/za29-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en ze gingen mee kijken naar mijn zwemles. We zeiden dank op zijn amerikaans maar dan net weer even anders. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tud8gJQcOtE/TtYrxxem7FI/AAAAAAAAWtU/7BwqfkMbtE8/s1600/za29-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tud8gJQcOtE/TtYrxxem7FI/AAAAAAAAWtU/7BwqfkMbtE8/s400/za29-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het was een prachtig mooie afsluiting van mijn driedaags verjaarsfeest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three times is a charm. It was the last day I celebrated my birthday. I started in the morning by going to the scouts. It was fun.. super fun. We carved pumpkins. I brought one and came home with 2. I won one! I was so proud. Grandma and grandpa came and brought presents for me. We played games .. ate some cupcakes and they went with me to swimclass and watched me swim. We said thanks the american way .. just "slightly different".. It was a wonderfull end of my 3 day birthday party .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3322123679904741916?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3322123679904741916/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3322123679904741916' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3322123679904741916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3322123679904741916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/10/drie-keer-is-scheepsrecht.html' title='Drie keer is scheepsrecht'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oAzjoqWuuvM/TtYrzCWizkI/AAAAAAAAWts/3h3MI9uMk4M/s72-c/za29-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-7847989104183054468</id><published>2011-10-28T13:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:07:36.273+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Make up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqiH_pkcBWs/TtYcCwPb1oI/AAAAAAAAWss/v_db-wnU1_w/s1600/vr28-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helemaal gelukkig ben ik met mijn vers gevulde make up doos.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dU2Du0QheaY/TtYcFHxaUqI/AAAAAAAAWtA/St-1gWIT2I0/s1600/vr28-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dU2Du0QheaY/TtYcFHxaUqI/AAAAAAAAWtA/St-1gWIT2I0/s320/vr28-3.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Er was nog zoveel over van het feestje.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0EbBj__FHs/TtYcD_8cGYI/AAAAAAAAWs8/DkCusMD-TR0/s1600/vr28-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0EbBj__FHs/TtYcD_8cGYI/AAAAAAAAWs8/DkCusMD-TR0/s320/vr28-2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En ik&amp;nbsp; had ook nog nieuwe make up gekregen.. van Sofie. Zo leuk. Papa repareerde de lampjes en ik mocht me helemaal opmaken.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0sSe32-CvJc/TtYcDa9S5EI/AAAAAAAAWsw/kIkbcPXOt6w/s1600/vr28-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0sSe32-CvJc/TtYcDa9S5EI/AAAAAAAAWsw/kIkbcPXOt6w/s320/vr28-1.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dU2Du0QheaY/TtYcFHxaUqI/AAAAAAAAWtA/St-1gWIT2I0/s1600/vr28-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ik was precies op tijd klaar toen Kyan kwam. We speelden met Pluisje en streepje.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-APi8Q5pyzIk/TtYcFkbzUeI/AAAAAAAAWtI/BoAYQEAP-yg/s1600/vr28-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-APi8Q5pyzIk/TtYcFkbzUeI/AAAAAAAAWtI/BoAYQEAP-yg/s320/vr28-4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. en daarna deden we het Huis Anubis Spel. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqiH_pkcBWs/TtYcCwPb1oI/AAAAAAAAWss/v_db-wnU1_w/s1600/vr28-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqiH_pkcBWs/TtYcCwPb1oI/AAAAAAAAWss/v_db-wnU1_w/s320/vr28-5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally happy with my filled make up table. So much left over from the party and I got new make up from Sofie. So much fun. Daddy repaired the lights and I got to put make up on. I finished just in time and then Kyan arrived. We played with Fluffy and stripe.. and then we played the House Anubis board game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-7847989104183054468?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7847989104183054468/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=7847989104183054468' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7847989104183054468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/7847989104183054468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/10/make-up.html' title='Make up'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dU2Du0QheaY/TtYcFHxaUqI/AAAAAAAAWtA/St-1gWIT2I0/s72-c/vr28-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3871945414686316002</id><published>2011-10-27T11:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T12:58:59.681+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUZJXb38RkY/TtYMIKx6C7I/AAAAAAAAWqA/tN6tqz4WOws/s1600/do27-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Halloween in Den Helder. Weet je wat zo mooi was? Het was helemaal niet zo ijs en ijs koud als andere jaren. Ok . ik moest nog steeds mijn warme vest onder mijn drakenpijama.. maar ik zat niet te bibberen. Het was super leuk want mijn vriendje Alex mocht óók mee! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUZJXb38RkY/TtYMIKx6C7I/AAAAAAAAWqA/tN6tqz4WOws/s1600/do27-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUZJXb38RkY/TtYMIKx6C7I/AAAAAAAAWqA/tN6tqz4WOws/s400/do27-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amber was een heks en Alex mocht haar "Scream" masker lenen. Het was alleen een beetje groot voor hem en het zakte waardoor hij niks meer zag dus na een paar minuten had hij er genoeg van. De versieringen waren prachtig.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQo5611PAd0/TtYMI60S5VI/AAAAAAAAWqI/j4-MNJGQasc/s1600/do27-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQo5611PAd0/TtYMI60S5VI/AAAAAAAAWqI/j4-MNJGQasc/s400/do27-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Alex was vet stoer want die durfde als enige met de enge mevrouw op de foto. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4h-ohJTxkJw/TtYMJ_w10BI/AAAAAAAAWqY/7vQ7sS4fw2Y/s1600/do27-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4h-ohJTxkJw/TtYMJ_w10BI/AAAAAAAAWqY/7vQ7sS4fw2Y/s400/do27-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;We deden spelletjes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9FkR3PJPoY/TtYMMaQSxkI/AAAAAAAAWqw/Y3BqAPi9sGk/s1600/do27-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9FkR3PJPoY/TtYMMaQSxkI/AAAAAAAAWqw/Y3BqAPi9sGk/s400/do27-7.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. dronken warme chocomelk met marshmellows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jmU13dV43k/TtYMJXcOZoI/AAAAAAAAWqQ/uHO1yVXlkgQ/s1600/do27-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jmU13dV43k/TtYMJXcOZoI/AAAAAAAAWqQ/uHO1yVXlkgQ/s400/do27-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;..kregen prachtige zaklantaarns&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0AnSKepKhmg/TtYMKQDq8aI/AAAAAAAAWqg/vjO8wVuE1lw/s1600/do27-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0AnSKepKhmg/TtYMKQDq8aI/AAAAAAAAWqg/vjO8wVuE1lw/s400/do27-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. deden nog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMe5DVemGDs/TtYMM2-6jVI/AAAAAAAAWq4/94wvsQYZJQg/s1600/do27-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMe5DVemGDs/TtYMM2-6jVI/AAAAAAAAWq4/94wvsQYZJQg/s400/do27-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; meer spelletjes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHV5rkfyflA/TtYMH9JLOSI/AAAAAAAAWp4/VxN5rPxiyq4/s1600/do27-.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHV5rkfyflA/TtYMH9JLOSI/AAAAAAAAWp4/VxN5rPxiyq4/s400/do27-.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. en vonden het helemaal niet leuk dat we alweer naar huis moesten. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0Bx2TmGcHc/TtYMLBJEkPI/AAAAAAAAWqs/UXDyj4GbbkY/s1600/do27-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0Bx2TmGcHc/TtYMLBJEkPI/AAAAAAAAWqs/UXDyj4GbbkY/s400/do27-6.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Het was nét zo leuk om dat allemaal in het donker te doen!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Halloween celebration in Den Helder. Do you know what was fun? It wasn't as cold as other years. Ok.. I still had to wear my warm sweater under my Dragon suit but at least I wasn't shivering. It was way fun because my friend Alex got to come too. Amber was a witch and Alex got to borrow her Scream- mask. Unfortunately it was too big for him and he couldn't see anything anymore so after a few minutes he was fed up with that. The decorations in the city center were awesome. Alex was super cool. He wasn't afraid to have his picture taken with the scary lady. We played games.. drank hot coco with marshmellows and we got beautiful lamps. We played more games and weren't amused when we had to go back home. It was fun to do so much in the dark! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3871945414686316002?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3871945414686316002/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3871945414686316002' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3871945414686316002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3871945414686316002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUZJXb38RkY/TtYMIKx6C7I/AAAAAAAAWqA/tN6tqz4WOws/s72-c/do27-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-3399629599838154713</id><published>2011-10-26T10:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:20:21.517+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>What a girl wants.. what a girl needs</title><content type='html'>En vandaag na school was er het kinderfeestje. Ook daar had ik lang over nagedacht.. hoe het moest en wat ik wilde. De afgelopen jaren vierde ik naar Ballorig omdat papa en mama te ziek waren om een feestje te organiseren. Dat was wel leuk maar ik vond het niet "normaal". Ik ben dol op "normaal". Gewoon.. net als andere kinderen.&amp;nbsp; Dit jaar was mijn wens een écht kinderfeestje... bij mij thuis. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYoPRiTK6Vw/TtX3HHHEDuI/AAAAAAAAWos/7n3d-aJRGtQ/s1600/wo26-18.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYoPRiTK6Vw/TtX3HHHEDuI/AAAAAAAAWos/7n3d-aJRGtQ/s400/wo26-18.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ik wilde een scrapfeestje. Dát vond ik leuk. Ik had met mama samen pakketten gemaakt. Toen de kindjes kwamen gingen we eerst taart eten. Ik had een hele mooie Hello Kitty taart. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JranwEFvXiw/TtX3IbGQUXI/AAAAAAAAWow/GBRhb0PWSdM/s1600/wo26-19.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JranwEFvXiw/TtX3IbGQUXI/AAAAAAAAWow/GBRhb0PWSdM/s400/wo26-19.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We kregen limonade in Hello Kitty bekertjes en bordjes. Iedereen zong voor mij en ik deed een wens&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vIWOMsoQ0k/TtX3KGkwoxI/AAAAAAAAWpA/0n2YYsPFe7M/s1600/wo26-21.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vIWOMsoQ0k/TtX3KGkwoxI/AAAAAAAAWpA/0n2YYsPFe7M/s400/wo26-21.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; die ik niemand vertelde. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDmU-QmOpLw/TtX3Kg_nZ0I/AAAAAAAAWpI/ekorLF3WyIw/s1600/wo26-22.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDmU-QmOpLw/TtX3Kg_nZ0I/AAAAAAAAWpI/ekorLF3WyIw/s400/wo26-22.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We gingen naar de grote tafel toe en daar pakte ik alle cadeautjes uit. Ik werd super verwend&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp_hswL03oM/TtX3LOU1bjI/AAAAAAAAWpU/KheHm6kZMuo/s1600/wo26-23.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp_hswL03oM/TtX3LOU1bjI/AAAAAAAAWpU/KheHm6kZMuo/s400/wo26-23.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en terwijl mama ging uitleggen wat we gingen doen aten we ook nog zo een lekker cupcakeje. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIwVqyKty2U/TtX3Gdph1rI/AAAAAAAAWog/0FSA-JlvBY4/s1600/wo26-17.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIwVqyKty2U/TtX3Gdph1rI/AAAAAAAAWog/0FSA-JlvBY4/s400/wo26-17.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hadden allemaal glitter make up en glitter lipgloss met smaakjes enzo en we gingen ons en elkaar opmaken. Iedereen moest er erg van giechelen..maar toen we eenmaal begonnen waren &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-My46QMw8JQ4/TtX3M4ltF9I/AAAAAAAAWpk/nP0kk6kJs0Q/s1600/wo26-26.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-My46QMw8JQ4/TtX3M4ltF9I/AAAAAAAAWpk/nP0kk6kJs0Q/s400/wo26-26.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;werd het dringen &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZj7NMagn7Q/TtX27gNHWZI/AAAAAAAAWmc/B__p6Cejj2M/s1600/wo26-27.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZj7NMagn7Q/TtX27gNHWZI/AAAAAAAAWmc/B__p6Cejj2M/s400/wo26-27.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;voor de spiegels. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqL2Nv6GPKI/TtX3McZA7sI/AAAAAAAAWpc/IHr_geDX7bc/s1600/wo26-25.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqL2Nv6GPKI/TtX3McZA7sI/AAAAAAAAWpc/IHr_geDX7bc/s400/wo26-25.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dikke dikke pret hadden we. Toen het klaar was&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6Jm4bmodwg/TtX3EtlYdDI/AAAAAAAAWoI/7dy-1AmyKk8/s1600/wo26-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6Jm4bmodwg/TtX3EtlYdDI/AAAAAAAAWoI/7dy-1AmyKk8/s400/wo26-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;gingen we naar buiten &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QqpnLMi4ygw/TtX3C46XQSI/AAAAAAAAWnw/RQ48didR8BM/s1600/wo26-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QqpnLMi4ygw/TtX3C46XQSI/AAAAAAAAWnw/RQ48didR8BM/s400/wo26-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;voor een fotoshoot. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ViHDSecB9_M/TtX3CVe1DMI/AAAAAAAAWno/ztrupFi4LaU/s1600/wo26-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ViHDSecB9_M/TtX3CVe1DMI/AAAAAAAAWno/ztrupFi4LaU/s400/wo26-10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Het was net &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VmuiX570bU/TtX3DzP1ZbI/AAAAAAAAWn8/43RaHSOdFwo/s1600/wo26-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VmuiX570bU/TtX3DzP1ZbI/AAAAAAAAWn8/43RaHSOdFwo/s400/wo26-13.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;de junior editie van "Holland's next Topmodel". &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NUxYloEV2k0/TtX3FZqPl9I/AAAAAAAAWoM/t4iihL3XIT0/s1600/wo26-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NUxYloEV2k0/TtX3FZqPl9I/AAAAAAAAWoM/t4iihL3XIT0/s400/wo26-15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama maakte foto's van iedereen alleen maar ook met elkaar.. Het was natuurlijk super leuk om heule gekke bekke te trekken.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crumvX8m1SI/TtX3DtHJpzI/AAAAAAAAWn0/5_8CU5peHwQ/s1600/wo26-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crumvX8m1SI/TtX3DtHJpzI/AAAAAAAAWn0/5_8CU5peHwQ/s400/wo26-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ontzettend lachen.. zoveel lachen dat mijn kleine broertje toch wel licht geïntimideerd raakte en op de bankleuning lag met zijn cakeje naar het plafond te staren. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03g81Yhs9bg/TtX3MCAJ3vI/AAAAAAAAWpY/3BlF4Es9Qvc/s1600/wo26-24.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03g81Yhs9bg/TtX3MCAJ3vI/AAAAAAAAWpY/3BlF4Es9Qvc/s400/wo26-24.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sofie ging Lang zal ze leven voor me op de piano spelen&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGJtbqzsph4/TtX3B-nGcTI/AAAAAAAAWng/fAQW6Qr0NQw/s1600/wo26-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGJtbqzsph4/TtX3B-nGcTI/AAAAAAAAWng/fAQW6Qr0NQw/s400/wo26-9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en Ilja trommelde erbij. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHtfuBEZgqA/TtX3F01GY_I/AAAAAAAAWoU/UWU_CWwkoz8/s1600/wo26-16.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHtfuBEZgqA/TtX3F01GY_I/AAAAAAAAWoU/UWU_CWwkoz8/s400/wo26-16.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama ging met een noodgang alle foto's op de computer zetten en uitprinten terwijl papa de chocoladefontein voor ons aanzette. Witte chocolade.. dat wilde ik nu uitproberen want gisteren had ik al bruine chocolade. Het werd met luid gejuich ontvangen. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8KR8HhkGok/TtX29YSjFxI/AAAAAAAAWmw/OlpakqlWNnk/s1600/wo26-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8KR8HhkGok/TtX29YSjFxI/AAAAAAAAWmw/OlpakqlWNnk/s400/wo26-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We testten koekjes met chocolade..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1A1TIk-I0RM/TtX28pObcZI/AAAAAAAAWmo/_53fzpzCQLA/s1600/wo26-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1A1TIk-I0RM/TtX28pObcZI/AAAAAAAAWmo/_53fzpzCQLA/s400/wo26-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fruit met chocolade.. en we konden niet kiezen dus testte we het nog maar een keertje. De foto's waren geprint, mama maakte de tafel schoon en toen kwamen de scrapspullen op tafel. We gingen grote fotolijstjes maken voor onze topmodel foto's. Mama had heel veel papier, lintjes, en bloemen.. veel en vooral erg roze. Er kwam nóg meer gejuich.. er zeiden kindjes "dit is het LEUKSTE feestje wat ik ooit gehad heb..."en toen zei iedereen het.. en was ik zó trots!! Ik had het tenslotte verzonnen! We gingen ponsen, en stempelen.. en we hadden inkleur versieringen.. en alles mocht. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K53l-_kmzWo/TtX29z4O6KI/AAAAAAAAWm8/Eg7vaBYMY9s/s1600/wo26-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K53l-_kmzWo/TtX29z4O6KI/AAAAAAAAWm8/Eg7vaBYMY9s/s400/wo26-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Als je honderd bloemen op je lijstje wilde mocht het ook. Mama maakte verse popcorn Toen het af was maakte we een groepsfoto met ons scrapwerk&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otMxyljPMe8/TtX3AgVnmMI/AAAAAAAAWnc/omxKPViJOdo/s1600/wo26-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otMxyljPMe8/TtX3AgVnmMI/AAAAAAAAWnc/omxKPViJOdo/s400/wo26-8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en mama maakte een foto terwijl ik de verjaardagsconfetti laat ontploffen. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TmTn9HO2nhs/TtX2-68C1iI/AAAAAAAAWnA/cRaXLaZXdAk/s1600/wo26-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TmTn9HO2nhs/TtX2-68C1iI/AAAAAAAAWnA/cRaXLaZXdAk/s400/wo26-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Die foto wordt dan meteen het bedankje! Ook de glitterconfetti vond iedereen super. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdaacbZdtQs/TtX2_f8c1ZI/AAAAAAAAWnI/I974Tv4AQng/s1600/wo26-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdaacbZdtQs/TtX2_f8c1ZI/AAAAAAAAWnI/I974Tv4AQng/s400/wo26-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We aten samen pannekoeken die papa hoog door de lucht gooide.. het geluid was oorverdovend.. er werd gezongen.. gepraat..geschreeuwd en gegild.. Eten luktte niet meer zo.. er bleven veel halve pannekoeken over.. maar het was wèl leuk. Super super leuk! Toen iedereen naar huis was mocht ik nog even spelen met Noah met mijn nieuwe littlest Pet shop spullen&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSdePvh7pV8/TtX3Ix8SFCI/AAAAAAAAWo8/B5--0fMGfuk/s1600/wo26-20.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSdePvh7pV8/TtX3Ix8SFCI/AAAAAAAAWo8/B5--0fMGfuk/s400/wo26-20.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en toen wij dan ook in bed lagen.. genoot mama van de stilte&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2orquO21_bg/TtX28MYfvBI/AAAAAAAAWmg/Udz9tDw9ed0/s1600/wo26-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2orquO21_bg/TtX28MYfvBI/AAAAAAAAWmg/Udz9tDw9ed0/s400/wo26-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - en van andere dingen-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school was my birthdayparty. I thought long and hard what I wanted and how. Previous years we went to the indoor playground because mom and dad felt to sick to organise a party. It was kinda fun but not "normal".. and I love normal.. so my wish for this year.. was a REAL birthdayparty.. at my house. I wanted a scrapparty. I helped mommy prepare with the scrapkits. When the kids came we first had cake. I had a beautiful Hello Kitty cake. We got lemonade in Hello Kitty cups and cake on Hello Kitty heart shaped plates. Everybody sang happy birthday and I made a wish. We went to the dinnertable and I unwrapped all my gifts. I got spoiled rotten and while mommy explained what we would do this day.. we all had a delicious cupcake. We got glitter make up and glitter lip gloss with strawberry flavour and we were supposed to put on make up. Everybody looked at eachother and giggled.. but then the party started and everybody started pushing to get in front of the big mirror. It was só much fun. When we were done we went outside for a photoshoot. it was like the junior edition of Holland's next Topmodel. Mommy took pictures and we laughed and laughed.. practised funny faces.. We were so loud and hyper (and pretty of course) that my little brother got totally intimidated and had his cupcake on the couch while staring at the ceiling. Sofie played happy birthday for my on the piano and Ilja played drums, there was more singing. Mommy was busy putting the photo's on the computer and printing them and daddy switched on the chocolate fountain. I wanted white chocolate today. yesterday I had brown chocolate. Everybody cheered loud when they saw the chocolatefountain. We tested fruit and cookies with chocolate.. had trouble making up our minds which tasted best so we had to test again.. and again.. and again to be absolutely sure. The pics were ready, mommy cleaned the table and then she put the scrapstuff on the table. There was paper, color embellishments, ribbons.. and tons of flowers. Pink everywhere. There was more cheering and some girls said "this is the best birthday party I have ever been too".. then everybody agreed and I was PROUD! It was MY idea after all! We punched and colored and stamped and everything was ok. When you wanted to put 100 flowers on your layout that was ok too. When it was done we took a group picture of our scrapwork and mommy took another picture.. she even got one with me popping the happy birthday confetti bomb. That photo will be my thank you card. Everybody loved the glitter confetti.. We had pancakes.. daddy threw them high in the air.. the noise was overwhelming.. there was singing.. talking.. screaming.. yelling. Dinner was a bit of a problem after the chocolate fountain and the popcorn. Lots and lots of leftover pancake.. but we DID have a blast. When everybody went home I got to play with my new littlest pet shop for a while.. and when we were in bed.. mommy's party started.. and she enjoyed the silence among other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-3399629599838154713?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3399629599838154713/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=3399629599838154713' title='4 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3399629599838154713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/3399629599838154713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-girl-wants-what-girl-needs.html' title='What a girl wants.. what a girl needs'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYoPRiTK6Vw/TtX3HHHEDuI/AAAAAAAAWos/7n3d-aJRGtQ/s72-c/wo26-18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-2487495217768907684</id><published>2011-10-25T11:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:25:42.688+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Zeven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TSauKDUzZZk/TtIOILrfCdI/AAAAAAAAWmA/JspUsukXCDw/s1600/di25-18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En vandaag was ik eindelijk zeven. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UH3-FPQVofU/TtIOApGYW6I/AAAAAAAAWkg/Lh-rtcxN0qw/s1600/di25-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UH3-FPQVofU/TtIOApGYW6I/AAAAAAAAWkg/Lh-rtcxN0qw/s400/di25-5.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mijn broertje stond te trappelen om mij mijn cadeautjes te geven. Hij kon niet wachten!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxktpKWzUVQ/TtIN-DMXH3I/AAAAAAAAWkE/Xxi53C7HtLU/s1600/di25-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxktpKWzUVQ/TtIN-DMXH3I/AAAAAAAAWkE/Xxi53C7HtLU/s400/di25-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hij wist niet dat IK ook een cadeautje voor hem had&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTwAJdVHn4I/TtIN-tSP7UI/AAAAAAAAWkI/UMahAZfSqBA/s1600/di25-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTwAJdVHn4I/TtIN-tSP7UI/AAAAAAAAWkI/UMahAZfSqBA/s400/di25-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... want.. wie jarig is.. trakteert! Hij was helemaal een beetje in de war. Er waren kussen en knuffels &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iG1X_ofo-uU/TtIN-0it5RI/AAAAAAAAWkM/VuNFjJ8f6uo/s1600/di25-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iG1X_ofo-uU/TtIN-0it5RI/AAAAAAAAWkM/VuNFjJ8f6uo/s400/di25-3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en ik kon niet wachten om mijn nieuwe kleren aan te trekken en naar beneden te gaan!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CK0chk27UoQ/TtIN_LI14BI/AAAAAAAAWkc/DWC-k3QPVw8/s1600/di25-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CK0chk27UoQ/TtIN_LI14BI/AAAAAAAAWkc/DWC-k3QPVw8/s400/di25-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ik had een moxie girl kappers pop gekregen&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MepCDvH9q8Q/TtIOBv7cf1I/AAAAAAAAWks/bJyKpvE1z9w/s1600/di25-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MepCDvH9q8Q/TtIOBv7cf1I/AAAAAAAAWks/bJyKpvE1z9w/s400/di25-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en mama maakte Moxie Girl staartjes. Ik was super blij. De kamer was met allemaal Hello Kitty versierd.. precies zoals ik dat gewenst had. Op school mocht ik uitdelen. Eerst ging ik op een stoel staan en gingen alle kindjes voor me zingen.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hyzyq-0pVQ/TtIODc2iLqI/AAAAAAAAWlA/39H6EC40uqg/s1600/di25-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hyzyq-0pVQ/TtIODc2iLqI/AAAAAAAAWlA/39H6EC40uqg/s400/di25-9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daar word ik een beetje verlegen van. Heel heel verlegen. Maar het was stiekem toch wel een beetje leuk. Meester Mike was fantastisch. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8mI8ioGZAWE/TtIOBPY7lfI/AAAAAAAAWko/AWSJHyU5_rs/s1600/di25-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8mI8ioGZAWE/TtIOBPY7lfI/AAAAAAAAWko/AWSJHyU5_rs/s400/di25-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ik mocht plaatjes uitzoeken en hij maakte een hele mooie kaart voor me.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLxlL-jbwpY/TtIOCCocZLI/AAAAAAAAWk8/sk1z6wZaPD8/s1600/di25-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLxlL-jbwpY/TtIOCCocZLI/AAAAAAAAWk8/sk1z6wZaPD8/s400/di25-8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daarmee mocht ik de klassen rond gaan en felicitaties van andere meesters en juffen verzamelen. Thuis was het óók heel leuk. Tante Lotte was er.. helemaal uit het zuiden.. met Tygo en Evi die nu herfstvakantie hebben. Ze brachten ons naar school.. en toen we klaar waren kwamen ze ons ophalen. We aten cake met een vuurwerk fontein. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y44EDU2hCS4/TtIOFmk8urI/AAAAAAAAWlY/HAaI131J6hw/s1600/di25-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y44EDU2hCS4/TtIOFmk8urI/AAAAAAAAWlY/HAaI131J6hw/s400/di25-13.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Die vond ik een beetje eng.. maar hij was ook wel heel cool&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZJHD_LAKOo/TtIOF3WyM_I/AAAAAAAAWlk/NWU0VJzDyfM/s1600/di25-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZJHD_LAKOo/TtIOF3WyM_I/AAAAAAAAWlk/NWU0VJzDyfM/s400/di25-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; want hij speelde ook nog Happy Birthday. Ik had heel veel echte kaarten&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2s84ija_RY/TtIOEKh8u5I/AAAAAAAAWlM/DJqh3_7jFOQ/s1600/di25-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2s84ija_RY/TtIOEKh8u5I/AAAAAAAAWlM/DJqh3_7jFOQ/s400/di25-10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en die lieve Romy &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHE73k_caAs/TtIOFKiGwEI/AAAAAAAAWlU/Qp-n29RHFII/s1600/di25-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHE73k_caAs/TtIOFKiGwEI/AAAAAAAAWlU/Qp-n29RHFII/s400/di25-12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had een hele doos met cadeautjes opgestuurd. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxgCXo8-QX4/TtIOE_tuciI/AAAAAAAAWlQ/g5Xo4-eHmtY/s1600/di25-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxgCXo8-QX4/TtIOE_tuciI/AAAAAAAAWlQ/g5Xo4-eHmtY/s400/di25-11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Er zat zelfs een cadeautje voor Noah in. We aten cake&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1UxHRh2IoWE/TtIOGwAxDVI/AAAAAAAAWls/pVX7ylgejyw/s1600/di25-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1UxHRh2IoWE/TtIOGwAxDVI/AAAAAAAAWls/pVX7ylgejyw/s400/di25-15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. we knuffelden.. speelde samen&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8r0H1fznoRw/TtIOHISxErI/AAAAAAAAWlw/uKHJnI56oFI/s1600/di25-16.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8r0H1fznoRw/TtIOHISxErI/AAAAAAAAWlw/uKHJnI56oFI/s400/di25-16.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Evi en ik deden échte meisjesdingen!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9mnBNmTQJY/TtIOHhMVP5I/AAAAAAAAWl4/zzC0wDizh5M/s1600/di25-17.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9mnBNmTQJY/TtIOHhMVP5I/AAAAAAAAWl4/zzC0wDizh5M/s400/di25-17.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- en we probeerden de chocoladefontein alvast uit voor morgen.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TSauKDUzZZk/TtIOILrfCdI/AAAAAAAAWmA/JspUsukXCDw/s1600/di25-18.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TSauKDUzZZk/TtIOILrfCdI/AAAAAAAAWmA/JspUsukXCDw/s400/di25-18.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Het was best moeilijk.. en we waren snel voldaan. Als afsluiting van de dag gingen we met zijn allen naar de Mc Donalds. Niet zozeer vanwege het eten.. - wat ik eigenlijk niet eens zo lekker vind.. - maar omdat je er zo een leuke cadeautjes krijgt bij het eten.. en je mag ballonnen.. en je kunt er spelen! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAU3jfGYx_o/TtIOI5LSloI/AAAAAAAAWmU/yFKAlAibJng/s1600/di25-19.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAU3jfGYx_o/TtIOI5LSloI/AAAAAAAAWmU/yFKAlAibJng/s400/di25-19.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helemaal leuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day I turned seven. My brother was super anxious to give me my gifts. He didn't know I had a gift for him too.. My treat.. cuz of my bday. He was all confused. i got tons of hugs and kisses and couldn't wait to wear my new clothes and go downstairs. I got a Moxie girl Hairdressers doll .. and mommy made me Moxie girl hair . I was over the moon. The livin' was decorated with Hello Kitty.. exactely what I wished for. It was my turn to treat at school too. First I got to stand on the chair while everybody sang happy birthday. It made me a bit shy.. Very shy in fact.. but secretly I did feel good. Teacher Mike was fantastic. I got to pick stickers and he made me a beautiful birthday card. I was allowed to go to the other teachers and they wrote happy birthday and put pretty stickers in my card.&amp;nbsp; At home it was super fun too. Aunt Lotte was there.. all the way from the south.. with Tygo and Evi.. - they have there autumn vacation this week- They brought us to school and picked us up when school was over. We ate cake with a firework fountain. It played Happy Birthday. I got real cards.. and sweet Romy send me a huge box with gifts.. even something for Noah. We ate cake.. hugged.. played together. Evi and I did girlsstuff.. We tested the chocoladefontain for tomorrow.. - it was harder then we thought and we had enough sooner then we thought. At the end of the day we went to the Mc Donalds together. I don't even like the food so much.. but you get such cool toys.. and balloons.. and you get to play. So super fun! It was a wonderful birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-2487495217768907684?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/2487495217768907684/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=2487495217768907684' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/2487495217768907684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/2487495217768907684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/10/zeven.html' title='Zeven'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UH3-FPQVofU/TtIOApGYW6I/AAAAAAAAWkg/Lh-rtcxN0qw/s72-c/di25-5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-6143626607463924715</id><published>2011-10-24T23:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:58:33.364+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Publication'/><title type='text'>Scrapbook Magazine UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3szc9ajXc0/Ts68iijuu1I/AAAAAAAAWj0/cILegA9Izm4/s1600/shop418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3szc9ajXc0/Ts68iijuu1I/AAAAAAAAWj0/cILegA9Izm4/s400/shop418.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Mailday. Today Lindsay send me issue 55 and 57 of the scrapbook Magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRNZEt0QyTI/Ts68iyLxrNI/AAAAAAAAWj4/boKIoKnUM60/s1600/shop398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRNZEt0QyTI/Ts68iyLxrNI/AAAAAAAAWj4/boKIoKnUM60/s400/shop398.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was published in them and I missed a few issues. Something went wrong with my address and I never got them. Totally sad... because most of the issues are sold out. Except nr. 55 and 57 .. So she send those to me.. again.. and this time they got here. Issue 55 (the second picture) even has Amber on the cover .. ok ok ok.. you have to enlarge it to be able to see it ;-) but don't ruin my happy moment .. my baby is a covergirl&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-6143626607463924715?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6143626607463924715/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=6143626607463924715' title='4 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6143626607463924715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/6143626607463924715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/10/scrapbook-magazine-uk.html' title='Scrapbook Magazine UK'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3szc9ajXc0/Ts68iijuu1I/AAAAAAAAWj0/cILegA9Izm4/s72-c/shop418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-385306963212000974</id><published>2011-10-24T23:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:37:20.406+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Traktaties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QH9XNbiZjDs/TrcKgRvFPQI/AAAAAAAAWhk/zSRO5llfZZg/s1600/ma24-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgen word ik zeven. Ik ben zo zenuwachtig.... Mama deed het dit jaar anders.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QH9XNbiZjDs/TrcKgRvFPQI/AAAAAAAAWhk/zSRO5llfZZg/s1600/ma24-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QH9XNbiZjDs/TrcKgRvFPQI/AAAAAAAAWhk/zSRO5llfZZg/s400/ma24-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ik ben normaal zo zenuwachtig dat ik niet zo goed kan genieten van mijn verjaardag.. Ik hou ook niet van verrassingen. Helemaal niet zeg maar. Dus maakte mama een draaiboek. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VrCgiHkB34s/TrcKiP2C9uI/AAAAAAAAWh8/9VKXRKoLpec/s1600/ma24-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VrCgiHkB34s/TrcKiP2C9uI/AAAAAAAAWh8/9VKXRKoLpec/s400/ma24-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daar staat alles in. Wat we gaan doen.. wanneer.. Want morgen mijn echte verjaardag op school.. en overmogen mijn kinderfeestje.. en dan in het weekend voor mijn familie... die van ver moet komen. Heel duidelijk op papier .. in vakjes. Met ook nog "to do lijstjes".. Vandaag was het tijd voor de traktaties. Papa en mama hadden het druk met snoeptaartjes maken.. rode aardbeiendynamiet in het midden.. een spekje eromheen. Het vastgebonden met een aardbeienveter..ingepakt in plastiek en toen een label met een lolly erin geprikt. Allemaal roze en aardbeiensmakerig.. omdat ik van roze hou.. Van JoJo mochten we een prachtige roze taartvorm lenen&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soBirDbnTxM/TrcKjn_YO3I/AAAAAAAAWiI/71BAe1S8NmI/s1600/ma24-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soBirDbnTxM/TrcKjn_YO3I/AAAAAAAAWiI/71BAe1S8NmI/s400/ma24-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en ik... ik was de hele tijd bezig met de labels. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBhvbwICbNk/TrcKgx2UasI/AAAAAAAAWhs/ke9rsLjMRHU/s1600/ma24-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBhvbwICbNk/TrcKgx2UasI/AAAAAAAAWhs/ke9rsLjMRHU/s400/ma24-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ik stempelde mijn naam erop.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_OgieoNJNg/TrcKhqeHxzI/AAAAAAAAWhw/JT4Gj4QsTMY/s1600/ma24-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_OgieoNJNg/TrcKhqeHxzI/AAAAAAAAWhw/JT4Gj4QsTMY/s400/ma24-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ponste het .. bestempelde de achterkant en maakte gaatjes met mama's tang. Helemaal cool was het.. maar ook vermoeiend. Ik voelde met net zo een tekenfilm poppetje.. en toen ik zo mijn kleertjes neerlegde in de badkamer&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81_snQ8OoJk/TrcKjF8Ez0I/AAAAAAAAWiA/I78iBnNIKAw/s1600/ma24-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81_snQ8OoJk/TrcKjF8Ez0I/AAAAAAAAWiA/I78iBnNIKAw/s400/ma24-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. moest ook mama lachen.. héél hard. .. soms.. kan ik het.. grappen maken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be seven. I am so nervous. Mommy decided to do it different this year. The other years I was so nervous I couldnt enjoy it a whole lot. I don't like surprises... at all!. So mommy made a program. It says it all (except for my gift) It says what we will do and when. Because tomorrow is my real birthday in school.. and the day after my birthday party.. and then in the weekend my family will be there.. because they have to travel. It looks nice and clear.. in squares.. with "to do lists". Today it was the time to create the treats. Mom and dad were busy building candy cakes.. with red strawberrydynamite..in the center of marshmellow.. tied together with strawberryflavor"ribbon"... plastic around it and then a label with a popsicle in the center. All in pink.. with strawberries.. cuz I love pink.. lots. JoJo lend me her pink cake box and I was busy creating labels. I stamped my name.. punched it with a circle punch. Stamped the back with my age and then made holes with mom's crop-a-dile. It was cool.. but I was also exhausted. I felt like a cartoon.. a tired cartoon.. and so at the end of the day mom found my clothes in the bathroom.. like this.. and had to laugh lots.&lt;br /&gt;I did it! I finally did it! I made a joke!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-385306963212000974?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/385306963212000974/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=385306963212000974' title='4 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/385306963212000974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/385306963212000974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/10/traktaties.html' title='Traktaties'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QH9XNbiZjDs/TrcKgRvFPQI/AAAAAAAAWhk/zSRO5llfZZg/s72-c/ma24-6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-5665454531238128295</id><published>2011-10-23T23:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:11:35.519+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Triqo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vssEDs8wYkk/TrcJ64lh9OI/AAAAAAAAWhE/a7ioDQ1vFq8/s1600/zo23-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ons Paulien weer.. verzameld prachtige dingen voor ons... we kregen Triqo's deze keer. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_vABLirHZw/TrcJ9PFmNTI/AAAAAAAAWhY/xQgIqd33h2Q/s1600/zo23-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_vABLirHZw/TrcJ9PFmNTI/AAAAAAAAWhY/xQgIqd33h2Q/s400/zo23-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vierkanten en driehoeken met "flapjes" .. dan kan je ze aan elkaar klikken.. en er dingen van bouwen. Hele moeilijke dingen.. We leerden ook samenwerken. Mama had precies verdeeld.. voor mij .. en voor Amber&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH8o6vzhylY/TrcJ757gtWI/AAAAAAAAWhM/nU4QjpdqeF0/s1600/zo23-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH8o6vzhylY/TrcJ757gtWI/AAAAAAAAWhM/nU4QjpdqeF0/s400/zo23-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. maar ja.. als je echt een prachtige grote toren wil maken.. moet je ze toch echt samenvoegen...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jI1WB1TESM8/TrcJ8vE60GI/AAAAAAAAWhU/FGDuJ61EHWQ/s1600/zo23-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jI1WB1TESM8/TrcJ8vE60GI/AAAAAAAAWhU/FGDuJ61EHWQ/s400/zo23-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; het duurde even.. maar toen snapte we het.. en vanavond staat hij op mijn kamer.. en morgen op Amber's kamer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vssEDs8wYkk/TrcJ64lh9OI/AAAAAAAAWhE/a7ioDQ1vFq8/s1600/zo23-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vssEDs8wYkk/TrcJ64lh9OI/AAAAAAAAWhE/a7ioDQ1vFq8/s400/zo23-4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;. en als we gaan vechten overmorgen op mama's kamer. Permanent... zeg maar. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our sweet Paulien.. she collected Triqo's for us. Squares and triangels with lil "flaps" .. so you can click them and build cool stuf. Very complicated stuff. We learned to work together. Mom divided the pile in 2.. for me and my sister.. but yeah.. when we want to build a big tower we have to put it together. It took us a while.. but then we understood. Tonight he will be in my room.. tomorrow in Amber's room.. and when we will fight over this.. the day after tomorrow in mommies room.. permanent. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-5665454531238128295?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5665454531238128295/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=5665454531238128295' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5665454531238128295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/5665454531238128295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/10/triqos.html' title='Triqo&apos;s'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_vABLirHZw/TrcJ9PFmNTI/AAAAAAAAWhY/xQgIqd33h2Q/s72-c/zo23-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-1519550154776999066</id><published>2011-10-22T23:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:18:05.722+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Ik praat zeker weer teveel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkBc5OpNYVg/TrcJiVNI63I/AAAAAAAAWgk/Il0ZhGhJ2MI/s1600/za22-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah wilde graag leren schrijven &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e2pxPAes7lo/TrcJiggUHPI/AAAAAAAAWgo/9IUcZGQnmgE/s1600/za22-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e2pxPAes7lo/TrcJiggUHPI/AAAAAAAAWgo/9IUcZGQnmgE/s400/za22-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dus speelden we in de ochtend voor ik naar scouting ging "schooltje". Terwijl ik weg was&amp;nbsp; kwam Alex spelen met Noah&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDeoTQ00Wqk/TrcJjNiIB4I/AAAAAAAAWgw/cjG1a_2DhoI/s1600/za22-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDeoTQ00Wqk/TrcJjNiIB4I/AAAAAAAAWgw/cjG1a_2DhoI/s400/za22-2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. en ik ging na mijn zwemles met papa shoppen voor nieuwe laarzen.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snm9uEVW13I/TrcJjniOujI/AAAAAAAAWg8/R-MLKVFG_m8/s1600/za22-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snm9uEVW13I/TrcJjniOujI/AAAAAAAAWg8/R-MLKVFG_m8/s400/za22-3.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Het was ook wel weer fijn om thuis te zijn. Onder het eten praatte ik mama even bij over vandaag want zij was thuis bij Noah gebleven. En toen zag ik onze kaarsjes en moest zuchten.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkBc5OpNYVg/TrcJiVNI63I/AAAAAAAAWgk/Il0ZhGhJ2MI/s1600/za22-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkBc5OpNYVg/TrcJiVNI63I/AAAAAAAAWgk/Il0ZhGhJ2MI/s400/za22-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ik praat zeker weer teveel mam.. de kaars is er helemaal van uitgegaan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah wanted to learn how to write so we played school in the morning before I went to the scouts. While I was gone Alex came to play with Noah.. and I went into town with daddy after swimming class to shop for new boots.&lt;br /&gt;It was good to be home in a way. During dinner I talked to mom about what all happened today because she had to stay home with Noah.. and then I saw our candles and sighed.&lt;br /&gt;"i think I talked too much again mom.. the middle candle couldn't take it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-1519550154776999066?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1519550154776999066/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=1519550154776999066' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/1519550154776999066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722277767601421831/posts/default/1519550154776999066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/2011/10/ik-praat-zeker-weer-teveel.html' title='Ik praat zeker weer teveel'/><author><name>Mireille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03446361527976221817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ccBIcyssjU/SdjC9kPApaI/AAAAAAAAIOE/v7bqx2rDLoU/S220/profielfoto.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e2pxPAes7lo/TrcJiggUHPI/AAAAAAAAWgo/9IUcZGQnmgE/s72-c/za22-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Den Helder, Nederland</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.9562808 4.7607972</georss:point><georss:box>52.9180178 4.6818332 52.9945438 4.8397612</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722277767601421831.post-4539324235690131562</id><published>2011-10-21T23:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T20:32:38.473+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vakantie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><title type='text'>Streekboerderij Daniken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1yKRJx1AmM/TrcI0hoaejI/AAAAAAAAWgY/1guedJ7VG2A/s1600/vr21-17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prachtig weer op de laatste officiële dag van onze vakantie. Zo ontzettend gek dat die van ons vandaag afloopt en die van Tygo vandaag gaat beginnen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We zouden op tijd naar huis maar op de radio en televisie waren de hele tijd filemeldingen. Er waren ongelukken gebeurd en we konden niet eens meer terug naar het Noorden.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wat een goed excuus om dan toch nog maar wat leuks te gaan doen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6NaoUVJK_E/TrcIq8SnG0I/AAAAAAAAWes/657Z6lDcgsA/s1600/vr21-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6NaoUVJK_E/TrcIq8SnG0I/AAAAAAAAWes/657Z6lDcgsA/s400/vr21-3.JPG" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;We haalden Tygo van school en gingen samen naar de plaatselijke kinderboerderij.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAcFxJgzTMo/TrcIvYU-OBI/AAAAAAAAWfg/qs3lmg-pYO8/s1600/vr21-10.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAcFxJgzTMo/TrcIvYU-OBI/AAAAAAAAWfg/qs3lmg-pYO8/s400/vr21-10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Papa wilde met ons op de foto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn7rQ4WtEFo/TrcIqStHXdI/AAAAAAAAWeg/MQvnMJCFAB0/s1600/vr21-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn7rQ4WtEFo/TrcIqStHXdI/AAAAAAAAWeg/MQvnMJCFAB0/s400/vr21-2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;en ik wilde ook dolgraag boertje spelen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2vsy5dPyswc/TrcIsi1bBTI/AAAAAAAAWfE/lXpqoht8wvQ/s1600/vr21-6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2vsy5dPyswc/TrcIsi1bBTI/AAAAAAAAWfE/lXpqoht8wvQ/s400/vr21-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amber wilde binnen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKBSdL3vWwM/TrcIp586DXI/AAAAAAAAWec/b2PqdNBkeH4/s1600/vr21-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKBSdL3vWwM/TrcIp586DXI/AAAAAAAAWec/b2PqdNBkeH4/s400/vr21-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daar waren heel veel konijnen en cavia's en ze vond het fantastisch. Mama vond het zonde van het prachtige weer..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6QlmBTdzVA/TrcIwg85_NI/AAAAAAAAWfs/MwWIEwRQpBQ/s1600/vr21-11.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6QlmBTdzVA/TrcIwg85_NI/AAAAAAAAWfs/MwWIEwRQpBQ/s400/vr21-11.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;maar Amber wilde heel graag binnen. Papa lokte haar uiteindelijk mee naar de nectar kroeg, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Or1BFfmSTVQ/TrcIx4jv8ZI/AAAAAAAAWf4/6fU1297ebtg/s1600/vr21-13.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Or1BFfmSTVQ/TrcIx4jv8ZI/AAAAAAAAWf4/6fU1297ebtg/s400/vr21-13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;ze mocht bloempjes plukken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9fHnhlNe1Q/TrcIySJJEHI/AAAAAAAAWgA/EfK8Ozfmcvg/s1600/vr21-14.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9fHnhlNe1Q/TrcIySJJEHI/AAAAAAAAWgA/EfK8Ozfmcvg/s400/vr21-14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; en vond zelfs nog een paar verdwaalde aardbeien. Toen was het wel weer goed. We speelden samen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msAOY_fPgDE/TrcIrYYrYII/AAAAAAAAWe0/gjUtAIoR7P8/s1600/vr21-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msAOY_fPgDE/TrcIrYYrYII/AAAAAAAAWe0/gjUtAIoR7P8/s400/vr21-4.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; in de speeltuin &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tTbNdEVDXA/TrcIsAmilUI/AAAAAAAAWe4/wYNjfpPh8i0/s1600/vr21-5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tTbNdEVDXA/TrcIsAmilUI/AAAAAAAAWe4/wYNjfpPh8i0/s400/vr21-5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;en Amber ontdekte beukennootjes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLciQSp48g4/TrcIxB12_PI/AAAAAAAAWf0/GdWICtEuYyE/s1600/vr21-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pg9wUAAic88/TrcIu8-6HSI/AAAAAAAAWfY/1VFwL3GAxVM/s1600/vr21-9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pg9wUAAic88/TrcIu8-6HSI/AAAAAAAAWfY/1VFwL3GAxVM/s400/vr21-9.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Ze hielp ons ook zoeken - en eten- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLciQSp48g4/TrcIxB12_PI/AAAAAAAAWf0/GdWICtEuYyE/s1600/vr21-12.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLciQSp48g4/TrcIxB12_PI/AAAAAAAAWf0/GdWICtEuYyE/s400/vr21-12.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;knuffelde wat met de geiten&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COSH-WATzMo/TrcIyyMNQHI/AAAAAAAAWgI/D2hZ6RD9GWM/s1600/vr21-15.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COSH-WATzMo/TrcIyyMNQHI/AAAAAAAAWgI/D2hZ6RD9GWM/s400/vr21-15.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; (tot ze een kopstoot kreeg) en keek naar Tygo en mij.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1yKRJx1AmM/TrcI0hoaejI/AAAAAAAAWgY/1guedJ7VG2A/s1600/vr21-17.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1yKRJx1AmM/TrcI0hoaejI/AAAAAAAAWgY/1guedJ7VG2A/s400/vr21-17.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Wij waren stoer aan het doen.. keihard rennen.. en verstoppen. Apa en papa kletste in het zonnetje&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpQD0dWtaZQ/TrcItd4EnUI/AAAAAAAAWfM/64rjBNRyE1E/s1600/vr21-7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpQD0dWtaZQ/TrcItd4EnUI/AAAAAAAAWfM/64rjBNRyE1E/s400/vr21-7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. mama kon lekker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7H5jwtEYVE/TrcIzl7EmOI/AAAAAAAAWgU/a_2wa4qQo10/s1600/vr21-16.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7H5jwtEYVE/TrcIzl7EmOI/AAAAAAAAWgU/a_2wa4qQo10/s400/vr21-16.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; foto's maken.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqSV9LpKLVA/TrcIutFLRkI/AAAAAAAAWfQ/64X053seuKM/s1600/vr21-8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqSV9LpKLVA/TrcIutFLRkI/AAAAAAAAWfQ/64X053seuKM/s400/vr21-8.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Het was een super l&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;euke afsluiting van de week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The weather was beautiful on the last official day of our vacation. So weird it's ending today and Tygo's vacation starts today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were supposed to go home in the morning but it was all over the news that there were a lot of trafficjams because of accidents. We couldn't even reach the North. Such a wonderful excuse to stay a tad longer and do something fun. We picked Tygo up and went to the local petting zoo. Daddy wanted to have his pic taken with us and I wanted to play farmer really much. Amber wanted to be inside for hours and hours. There were tons of fluffy rabbits and guinea pigs and she simply loved it. Mom thought it was a shame because the weather was so beautiful.. but she wanted to stay inside too bad. Daddy finally got her outside to watch the Nectar Cafe. She got to pick flowers and even found a few lost strawberries. We played in the playground and Amber found nuts. She helped us too - and helped eat them- huggled goats ('till she got hit in the head and watched Tygo and me. We were so tough.. running around like mad.. and playing hide and seek. Grandpa and dad talked in the sun.. mom took tons of pictures. It was a wonderful end of the week. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5722277767601421831-4539324235690131562?l=amberennoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberennoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4539324235690131562/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722277767601421831&amp;postID=4539324235690131562' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/572227776
