O kom er eens kijken!

Kenji consists of bits and pieces. And that isn't a metaphor: there isn't a whole Kenji yet, only fragile parts that are loosely clinging together. He's bravely going through the motions, tries desperately to be the man he was.
Kenji is not. It is the house of a newborn indeed. I sleep, but watch over him at the same time. I set out pills with utmost attention six times a day. Having eyes at the back of my head whenever he's around, and even when he isn't, is O.K. - all of it is O.K..

The other two babies need my attention too. Well, there's more than enough for everybody.
Before bed, Big Brother and Little Brother place their wellies in front of the kitchen window. Carefully insert a big carrot for Saint Nicholas' horse. Big Brother surprises us with his adorable singing, apparently he has picked up some traditional songs already at preschool.

This morning they are stunned to find 'pepernoten' and a present in each wellie. [O kom er eens kijken! = O come and see! a title of a Saint Nicholas song] A Saint Nicholas booklet and cd, that of course has to be played right after breakfast. Big Brother literally dances with joy: "I am so happy I can feel it in my belly! 
I like Saint Nicholas!"

Being a saint is the most marvelous job of all.