Last week was pretty boring. Being in my final 8 weeks of pregnancy terrible headaches and nausea came back and there is nothing that can help me to deal with it. Gotta live it through. Today I’m feeling even more crappy that in the past few days, so I’ll try to be quick with this post.
To make it more interesting I’ve decided that all of this week pictures are going to be in black and white. An awful white balance had a big role in that decision, I have to admit (nop, I do not shoot in RAW, anymore). A few of this week pictures were taken with my 18-55 mm lens in a high ISO and sometimes they came out really dark. The problem is that on my camera screen they all look good and bright enough. After I transfer them to my computer the naked truth reveals – they are not a half that bright as they were on the camera screen. The thing is that I do not transfer my pictures every day. So if I took a picture on Saturday and saw that it’s much too dark and the white balance is totally screwed on Monday… You see my point. I can’t go back in time and take another, better picture for Saturday and Sunday. I need to go with what I have and pretend that I planned for it to be that way
So on Saturday we had a doggy bath. She hates it what always amazes me to the limits. You need to know, that she used to be a hunting dog, and she would throw herself into a freezing cold water to bring a dead duck back to my husband. A few times I saw her jumping into a cold lakes playing fetch with us, but turn on the shower and call her name these days… you’ll see the most scared dog on this planet. I need to drag her through the entire house (from wherever she’s hiding) to the bathroom.
On the other hand turn on the shower and you’ll see our daughter taking her clothes off immediately. If me or my husband disappear in the bathroom without taking her with us, she cries. She loves baths!!! So last Saturday I had a bit of challenge trying to bath our dog while at the same time trying to not let my daughter inside the bathtub. She was already taking her clothes off and making her puppy eyes.
You might call it cheating, but I don’t think it was. This picture was taken on Sunday 1am… I can count it for Sunday self-portrait, right?! Checking on our daughter. She always go to bed with almost every single stuffed animal that she has and with 10 different books and with 3 blankets, plus a few of her favorite toys that play every single time you touch them… . They are everywhere and there is almost no room for her to lie down. She actually manges to sqeeze somehow between them and falls asleep. Every single night, before we go to bed, I need to make room for her in her crib so she can sleep through the night.
Quietly I take those toys out. One by one.
On Monday I tried a new bread recipe and it was delicious. Oatmeal Sandwich Bread – new family favorite. Next week I’ll try to post the recipe and a few pictures.
So, what you see here is me eating a slice of that bread with swiss cheese and a homemade jam. I grew up on those kinds of sandwiches.
Yellow cheese and jam!
Folding laundry. Not much to explain about those shots
Tired me, sick me, and in a crappy mood me. “Just leave me alone” me.
Yesterday was Fat Thursday so I baked angel wings. The problem was that every time I wanted to eat one my daughter wanted it, too. She got our dog attitude for begging for food. Even the smallest movement of my or my husband’s jaw doesn’t go unnoticed by our daughter, and when she sees it she is my or his best friend. I mean, really, just like a dog but the thing is that if you say: NO to our dog she understands and she takes it without much aggression (no aggression, actually). With our daughter is a different story. She doesn’t care about the word NO. It’s either her way or the highway.
A mirror on my bathroom shelf and me in it, tired… very!
Have a great weekend my friends. I’ll be preparing myself for a real maternity session with my talented and missed friend on Monday. She took beautiful pictures of my belly when I was pregnant for the firs time and after my daughter was born she visited us and we visited her... and oh I wish she lived closer… .
Anyway, today and through the weekend I’ll be praying to the Great Gods of Good Weather so we would be able do what we are planning to do and go where we are planning to go.