It is officially Fall -- or as they say it here: Herfst. I learned that from one of Eileen's Dutch board books - a gift from our neighbors. Eileen and I had a morning tromp through fallen leaves on a dreary, cool day. Then returned for a morning nap and a brew of caffeine free peach tea.
We had our physical yesterday -- finally. She is slightly shorter than average, but not much, and same on weight. The doctor said that she was way ahead on milestones. She is officially 7660 grams (16 pounds, 14 ounces) and 68 cm (almost 27 inches). This means that according to the charts, she should grow up to be 170 cm (I am 150 for those keeping score).
Dutch lunch and breakfast are remarkably the same, and usually are not served hot. Think a slice of lunch meat between two slices of buttered bread. But, with lots of tile floors and a chill in the air, I have been cooking an egg, or reheating dinner from the night before. Eileen hates socks at the moment. She is trying to learn to walk and socks make it slippery...however, they taste great and it is entertaining to watch Mom slow down to pick them up as they are flung, stripper style, one at a time from the stroller (she also likes tearing off her cardigans, though Mom figured out that buttoning them under the chin prevents that).
Time to admit that the Dutch love children, but that they do that by criticizing complete strangers in public places like grocery shops (how dare I let her shop without socks on, or amble with her down the dairy aisle with its refrigerated cases). I have found that the best thing I can do is smile and nod and thank them for their concern. Mostly, it just feels weird. I know that there are people who act the same way in the US, but usually you know them -- they don't just walk up to you in a museum and start touching the baby your are holding (usually).
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