Thursday, June 28, 2012

La route vers le français

Something close to miraculous is happening right now and so it is I type with the utmost silence to not destroy this little miracle in our home: both children are sleeping.

Not only are they both napping, my house is spotless (thank you Alma), I worked out, and I already ate lunch.  As in, there is nothing to distract me from blogging right now other than the beautiful day.  The sun is out, a rare quarterly occasion, and I choose instead to write for you.

Stella's last day of school is tomorrow.  Today they celebrated all the June birthdays.  I sent her to school with my most delicious family recipe for chocolate chip cookies.  She reports they went untouched.  Apparently francophone Belgians do not like chocolate chip cookies.  And the boomerang swings back, I can safely report that my little Stella in the entire ten months she has attended French preschool did not consume one bite of a goutez (snack).  They were convinced that she would conform and for better or worse my daughter stayed true to her American picky eating ways.
Stella in her birthday crown with her buddy Zorka.

The teacher would serve snack at 9:30 and Stella would sit there, occasionally say "no merci" and not touch a morsel.  Pretty soon they stopped adding us to the communal snack calendar.

There are other ways that she failed to conform.  She still refuses to give baisers (kiss greetings) to her teachers on arrival and departure in lieu she gives a nervous wave and a smile.

So, my assessment, one year immersion French preschool, was it worth it?

I don't know, she isn't worse off for it but I don't think it was the happiest time for Stella.

It was hard for her and hard for me.  Both of us spent the year in the dark.  Stella overcame her language and understands French (I think she speaks it but she won't do it for me unless she is in the patisserie and wants a pain du chocolate).   I never learned French and felt like I was totally in the dark this whole school year about what was going on.  According to some bilingual parents they also were in the dark so that makes me feel somewhat better.

Stella learned to play by herself, which she really needed to learn to do, but this makes me sad because she did it because she never socially integrated with the other kids in the class.

The one exception is a little girl named Zorka.  She was from Czech Republic and they sort of clung to each other when Zorka came (she came maybe half the week and only mornings).

Would I do it again?  Well, yes, in fact I am doing it again.  Tiger is signed up for the Fall.

My take home lesson from all of this is: putting your kid in a foreign preschool with a foreign language and culture is not as easy as everyone says.  There will be social consequences.  Kids do adapt, Stella adapted and is better for it but this idea that kids are able to bounce right back is not necessarily true.  Take your kid's disposition into account, the class (are there other anglo speaking kids), and the teacher.    Expect it to be tough and be surprised if it isn't.  In the end you will have a bilingual kid but it may be a rough road to get there.


Friday, June 22, 2012

Sunny the Buzz Kill

I am not going to try to hide it, I am the kind of mom that yells at other people's kids who are out of line at the park.  I expect my children to behave and I expect other's to behave.  I feel it is my duty to remind the hooligans of the world their place and manners.  In some ways (like this) Europe and I see eye to eye.

So you can imagine the challenge I face when I go to another country that does not speak English and I CANNOT yell at other children.  It is one of my biggest motivators for leaning better French, seriously.

So you can only imagine my reaction today when I was putting sweet Tiger to sleep and I smelled burning paper.  Stella was having a play date and my first thought was my super responsible kid had gone off the deep end and was burning paper, luckily no.  Then I looked outside.

It is the end of the school year here in Belgium.  We live near four LARGE  schools.  There were about 50 kids in the park of that borders my backyard.  They were celebrating, drinking Julipers, and had decided that they were done with books and papers.

To celebrate they thought burning their tests, papers, and books would be appropriate.

Except today we have gale force winds and there was a large pile of dried sticks five feet away and woods close to that.  It was a disaster waiting to happen.

So, the schoolmarm in me picked up the phone and called 1-1-2 (the Europe equivalent to 9-1-1).  They answered in French, I asked if they spoke English, they said they did 'a little.'  I gave them the details and then they said they were sending police and a fire truck.

As I waited for the police and firemen (pompiers) the fire started getting bigger and blowing towards my yard.  I couldn't take it any longer.  I grabbed Tiger, put him on my hip and went outside.

In English I unleashed Sunny unedited.  I yelled, demanded, and yelled some more.  They got the gist.  They started listening when I said POLICE.  They tried to put it out but the wind was too strong.  The fire kept coming back.

The fire department eventually came and helped put out the fire.  They were uninterested in the arsonists or serving justice, which peeved me, but at least the fire was put out.

And so it was, Sunny was a buzz kill that will live to ruin another celebration.  Score!

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

50 Shades of Grey

To celebrate my half way point of our Brussels tour I thought I would put together a good and bad list for Brussels.  This should also help all those folks out there who are thinking about bidding.

Top Ten Good

1.  The parks

 I cannot get over the parks.  There are so many green spaces and parks to explore. There are playground parks, nature parks, castle parks.  Oh!  It is great.  The parks shame any American park any day.

2.  Kids activites

 There are so many family oriented places to take your kids.  Indoor amusement parks, indoor playgrounds, puppet shows, aquariums, zoos, seriously a never ending list of family activities.

3.  Chocolate
  Belgians don't mess around with chocolate.  There are so many different chocolatiers and they are serious about their craft.
4.  Schools
  For embassy folks, there are a lot of great schooling options.  ISB is the main school used by most people but there are a lot of other options that are fantastic.  (We are not going the traditional route this fall and I am happy and grateful for the options).  There are free preschools available to all kids 2.5 and above, this comes with cultural strings attached.
5.  Housing
Its big.  I was expecting a tiny place.  Yes, my house has its quirks (NO SINKS IN BATHROOMS), tons of stairs, but it is big and comfortable, great location and we are really happy.  Everyone we have met has a great place as well.

6.  Access
  We get to go to the commissary for processed food and meat.  This helps cut the grocery bill. The trek down there takes and hour so we only go every six weeks or so.

7.  More Access
  There is an Army Garrison in Brussels with a library, shop, hourly daycare, summer camps, and boy scouts.

8.  It's Europe Yo!
 When Belgium feels small you can easily drive to four other countries within 90 minutes.  We have seen ten countries this year without much effort.

9.  The food
 Yum, yum, yum.  No shortage of delicious places to eat.  Once you tire of frites and waffles there are a ton of yummy places to eat at.

10.  Visitors
  People will visit you.  This is a place people can get to and will come and visit.

The Bad and Ugly
1.  Hot boyfriend
  Belgium is super hot and fun to be around but just like a hot boyfriend, he looks good but never calls or sends flowers.  No one holds your hand and shows you the ropes when you get here.  Yes, you will have a sponsor and work folks give good advice but this post is SOOO big and there are SOOO many US embassy and others that the expat community is huge and actually blend into local society.  This means you have to be proactive about making friends and a lot of people have a hard time.

2.  French
Learn French if at all possible.  I have had a really hard time with the language here.  The little that I speak gets looks of disgust when I make an effort.  If you don't speak French try to live in a Flemish commune, the Dutch speakers generally speak English better and from my non-scientific observation the local Flemish school kids seem to have better manners.

3.  Schools
  Yes, its possible to be a good and bad.  The local schools are free but there is a cultural cost to pay.  Language barrier aside, they have their own way of doing things here and if you don't like it... tough.  Every grade has a yeller teacher (luckily we didn't get one), there are stories from all schools of teachers ripping up preschooler art when they don't follow directions.  This will be a blog post of its own soon enough.  If I could do my tour over again I would try to move into a Flemish commune because the schools and kids seem gentler and kinder, although I have friends who disagree so take it for what it's worth.

4.  Weather
  Sometimes I love it but after a month of grey it is going to the bad.  The sun doesn't shine often.  It never gets about 65.  NEVER.  Don't bother with capris or shorts.  They are unnecssary.  If you are coming here in the summer bring boots and a warm coat.  Leave the sandals and shorts.  (On the flip side winter is generally mild, we only had one snow day last January).

5.  Moneys
  The dollar only goes so far here.  Labor is EXPENSIVE and there are a ton of taxes included in goods.  Traslation?  Pricey.  Example: H&M sells cheap clothes in the US there is a price.  Say $5 for a t-shirt.  In Belgium the exact same shirt costs 5 euros which is 40% more.  Boo.  I combat this by window shopping and using DPO to ship stuff.

6.  Smiles
  People don't smile much, it can get to you.  You can start to tell nationality by the amount of toothage shown.  Your neighbors may never say hello or smile to you.  (Of our 10 close neighbors I have spoken to five. I hope with hard work I will get that to 7).

7.  Home Alone
  Because this is Europe and because it is expensive there are not a lot of resources to fix things and help you out.  If your home has trouble, you will be expected to fix it yourself.  When we moved in the walls weren't painted, the grout was missing in the bathroom. Things like this just don't get fixed, its just too expensive to do cosmetic fixes and you have to let it go, do it yourself, or go crazy.

8.  Rules, rules, rules
  For all of the wonder and beauty of this city there is a lot that goes into it and Brussels has LOTS of regulations and community rules.  No law mowing on Sunday, no stores open on Sunday, no sales unless its January or July, no leaving the home without your ackwardly sized government issued ID.  Can you hear my eyes rolling?

9.  Tightness
 Because this post is so big and there are three missions here, the community is huge and people are able to find their niche outside of the embassy community.  A lot of people struggle with this and it can take a while to feel like you have friends.  I don't mind it but it is something to think about.

10.  Light
  In the winter it gets dark at 3:00, in the summer the sun stays up and keeps your kids up until 11.  The light can't just be normal here.  Bring black out curtains and a sun lamp.

We love Brussels and think this is a great family post.  Feel free to email me if you have any specific questions about this place.

Monday, June 04, 2012

All The Colors of Stella

I will never forget the day I became a mom.  It was hot and I was swollen (think anthropomorphic-blueberry Violet Beauregard from Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory minus the blue-ness).  When Stella came she was perfect, beautiful, and I knew my life would never be the same.



She has been a joy from that day on and pretty much since she has been able to talk she has looked forward to turning five.  Her birthday party was a year in the making, she has planned the details, the guest list, the party favors, the games, and of course the decorations.

The official theme: Rainbow Fairy Princess Strawberry Lemonade Tea Party Unicorn

In execution the theme of her birthday was edited to: Rainbow Fairy Princess Tea Party

There was rainbow food.

Rainbow cake.

Fancy Dress.
Yes, this is Tiger in the same costume he wore at six months old.  Please see this post for reference.


A homemade rainbow pinata that was demolished (sorry I can't figure out where the N-nay is!)


Princess Dunce Hat Craft
A Bounce House with Capacity Limits Ignored
Happy Kids
Our rag-tag bunch from around the world.
A Happy Birthday Girl
This one is from her real birthday, cake round two.  Not as cute but waaay tastier.  Brownies kill cake any day of the year.

I am so proud of how much Stella has grown.  She is such a kind, sweet, bright, delightful girl and I love being her mom.