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365 Self-Portrait Project (week 35th)

First of all, I want to invite all of you to read my post at World Moms Blog about my Self-Portrait Project. It is called “(Self)Portrait of mother(hood)” and I talk in it about… hm… this project in general, and why I encourage mothers to be more brave when it comes to have their pictures taken… for the sake of the future generations.

Second of all, this post has A LOT of pictures, not only self-portraits but of the things and places that we’ve seen, done, and gone to. Without them this post wouldn’t be complete.



New Hair Cut or Not… Thinking.
I am kinda tired of my I-Don’t-Know-What-To-Do-With hair cut. For years I had had short hair. Whenever they grew longer I would feel like there is nothing more boring than long hair and I would cut it again. When I met my husband he said he wish I would keep my hair long, and I did. Then I got really mad and frustrated with having to deal with my hair EVERYWHERE and I cut them. Since then they have grown again and again I’m in a spot where I hate it. I hate how they fall out, I hate to have them all over my clothes, in our food, and all over my kids. I hate to wear pony tail ALL THE TIME, too.

And I think: Cut it?


On Saturday we hit the road. 7 hours long road trip. When we finally got to our destination I stayed at the hotel room with NO. 2 while the husband took No.1 and went to chat with his parents.


Sunday was crazy. HOT AS HELL.

At some point me and the husband kind of split again. I’d stayed at the hotel room, feeding No.2 and taking a nap with her,

while my other half went outside to spent some time with his parents, taking No.1 with him.

Later that day, just before putting everybody to bed I took this picture.

We were teaching No.2 how to play “High Five” πŸ˜‰


On Monday we hit the road again. This time it took as 12 hours to get back home. It was the most tiring trip I had ever experienced.Β 

If a few years ago somebody told me I am going to hate road trips, I would laugh loud and long. I would say: “you freaking kidding me. I love road trip. I will never grow tired of road trips. NEVER!Β 

If a year ago somebody told me I’ll be the most happy person on the earth seeing Denny’s sign, I would say: “You’re freaking crazy!!!”.

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You may ask: why I don’t like road trips anymore?

So here is your answer:Β 

and while you watch this movie imagine that you’re stuck in this car for about 9 hours… and you’re car sick, and you’ve got a headache so big that you can barely see what in front of you…

Somewhere in the middle of our trip we picked up Kid NO.3:

She is 11 weeks old.

She is NOT potty trained.

She is afraid of us.

She couldn’t walk on leash.

She is all what I DO NOT NEED at this point of our life.

but husband had waited for this puppy for over a year…

She is already a best buddy with No.1

No/1Β  is the main reason No.3 (her name is Magnolia/Maggie) has learned to walk on leash in a period of 2 days.

She sleeps in crate.

She is not potty trained, and every single morning we wake up to a smell of poop and pee.

So until she is fully trained, her place is in there.

The training is going pretty good, though.

During the day she doesn’t poop or pee in the house. Yeay!

and here are her mother and her brother:


This was taken after one of those mornings when my husband goes outside in order to clean up the crate and I go to the bathroom to wash the poop and pee off of No.3.Β 


Play time.

No. 2 LOVES to playΒ  “flying baby”. This is one of those moments when no matter how mad, sad, frustrated she is, when I pick her up and do the “flying baby” a big smile appears on her face, immediately.

Bonnie’s texture “The Little Things”


Today we’ve had a several potty breaks. Doggy hasn’t had a single accident inside the apartment what makes me really happy!

and while we were playing I took a few shots of my little ones:

I wish you all super relaxing weekend, my friends!

I hope for more than 4 hours of sleep during those few upcoming nights…


365 Self-portrait Project (week 9)

New week and new pictures of my tired self but instead of complaining about it I’ll start this post with a few photos taken by my friend while she visited us two weeks ago. Those are beautiful and I couldn’t be any happier that she was able to visit us at this particular moment of my life. I don’t want to spoil her work by posting all the pictures she sent to me before they are up on her blog. I think I already did post all of them. lol


I know that there is many much better photos – and I’m not saying those are not good ( I LOVE THEM ALL), but I saw many more pictures she had taken during those two days with us and I know that she holds the very best for herself until she is ready to post them on her blog. I CAN’T wait!!! and I promise I won’t post any more pictures from this session before they are on her blog.

Back to my tired self from this past week.


Saturday. More pictures of us in the kitchen. As you probably remember there was a few shots of this kind in the past. I can promise you that there will be more in the future. The kitchen is a place where we spent a lot of our time, and whenever I’m there our Little One needs to be there as well plus the “For Scraps Looking” and “If I Make Sweet and Puppy Eyes She’ll Drop Something For Me” dog.Β 


Sunday. Beautiful weather. Gardening day. Getting dirty day.


Monday. Early morning. On the way for a doctor’s appointment. Tired. Waiting for my husband while he went to the store to get some water and snacks.


Tuesday. Got up at 6:30 am. Went to a doctor. Spent there the entire morning. The rest of my day looked just like that.


Wednesday. I totally forgot about this project. Seriously. I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed when it hit me: “I NEED TO TAKE A PHOTO!” But gosh… I was so tired and there wasn’t a single idea in my head of how to do it. In moments like that a mirror or my big belly are always my saviours.


My point of view whenever I look down. My belly is always first. Most of the time there is my daughter hiding under it and of course the dog… hoping for some love or food.


Today, I got up with this particular feeling. I REALLY NEED A HUG or two, wouldn’t mind three. Delicious smoothie for breakfast improved my mood a little.

While sharing it with my daughter I got more than three hugs with many more kisses. I think she liked that smoothie and she just wanted more. She’s sneaky like that. Anyway, I got what I needed and that made me feel better πŸ™‚ It didn’t even matter that I broke a pot with growing little basil in it while not being really into re-poting them for a second time. I’ve got so many basil growing this year that those 4 plants ( I actually rescued 2) didn’t make a big difference, anyway.

Have a great weekend my friends. Spring is here and I hope it’s whenever you live, as well.

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365 Self-Portrait Project (one week in Black and White)

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 πŸ˜‰


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)Β 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 πŸ™‚


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 πŸ˜‰ 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.

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How our dog gets her food…

It’s very simple.

There is a hierarchy in here.

First our daughter eats and IF there is something left our dog can have it.Β 

For a while our daughter was portioning the dog food to the dog.

It wasn’t like the dog was first to eat her food. First was our daughter and if she felt like sharing…oh well…doggy got lucky that day.

She doesn’t eat dog food anymore but it’s not because she doesn’t like it anymore, it’s because I don’t let her. She stinks like fish (or whatever flavor that dog food is) and it’s about time for her to learn what to eat and what not to (don’t you think?!), but mainly because I didn’t want our dog to starve to death AND the dog food is not that cheap to be buying it for two when one of them can live on rice. (wonder who… huh?) πŸ˜‰

These days our dog, if she wants an extra snack, she needs to be very focus. If she sees our daughter eating something she looks like she is planning to hunt it down… (the food, I mean). She gets into her comfy position from where she can keep an eye on our daughter and the food.

and she waits patiently. sometimes she falls asleep in meantime (LOL).

If she can, she gets closer and closer with every move.

and she watches… very carefully… every single move… .

… and boom (!!!), fast but not furious. Finally… our daughter dropped some!

but it’s not that bad as you might think, after all. Today, for examples, I cough our daughter sneaking food under the table so the dog could eat it from her hand… and everything while watching me if I see it. So sneaky…., not very good at it, yet… but trying. Funny.Β 

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My little alien caught red handed

… because my last post didn’t have any pictures… actually (not saying about the links)…

… here you go!

My daughter looking a little like an alien πŸ™‚ but having so much fun on the floor chasing me and my camera, trying to touch the lens… ouch… that would hurt if he did touch it…

The same day a few hours later:

I’d been waiting for and expecting that moment to come for a long time. She tried a few times to go inside the crate but the entrance was (is not anymore) to high for her… Now, you can see on the pictures above, how she manages to get in and out… πŸ™‚

Look how proud she was when she finally got inside!!! YeaY!!! One ofΒ  her first little successes!!! More to come – pretty soon I would guess! πŸ˜‰

Properly trained, a man can be dog’s best friend

The more I see of man, the more I like dogs – sooo true!!!

The greatest love is a mother’s; then a dog’s; then a sweetheart’s. πŸ˜‰

The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue

If your dog is fat, you’re not getting enough exercise.

Our doggy two years ago!

Our doggy two days ago!

I’ve spoiled her. A LOT! ;-))))

I have done that, and that’s the only thing I’m really not so upset about… When I met her for the first time she was soooo devoted to her Master πŸ˜‰ It was incredible. I’d never met a dog that was so trained and obedient before. She would pee, poop, sit up, lay down (etc) on command. She would sleep, and spent most of her days laying in a kennel until she would be told “ok” what means “ok, you can come out”. Such a great dog.

After a month of living together she would come out from her kennel late at night when we were asleep, she would lay down on my side of the bed and sleep there until we wake up. Then she would go back to the kennel. My lovely husband said that she can do that, it isn’t a big deal. The big NO NO he wanted me to be persistent with her was SLEEPING ON THE BED!!!

O yeah!!! This is where the fun begins.

I let her to do that a few times (when he wasn’t watching), and after that I would wake up in the middle of the night with NO HUSBAND in bed instead a doggy… cuddlingΒ  me.

She wouldn’t jump on the bed when he was somewhere around… And I thought that she’s actually doing it because she wants to lay with me… But my husband straightened my train of thought. He used to say: She is sleeping on the bed when we are not thereIt’s not like she wants to be on the bed with you, she likes to be on the bed with nobody around, too. She is just spoiled. You did that to her. She hears our car or motorcycle parking outside, and she jumps down. Believe me!!! I was like: No way. She’s not like that

So, one day we came back from a motorcycle ride. He’d parked the motorcycle far away from our apartment and very carefully and quietly we walked up to the front window. We both peeked through it and there she is Miss LAYING ON THE BED alerted with her ears up like she wasn’t sure if she hears something suspicious… Should I jump off? Are they here!? Is this what I hear!? We were laughing our butts off. She got her ass whooped, and I didn’t let her jump on the bed ever since … She did that a few more times anyway…

She still sleeps on my side of the bed, and when she doesn’t I feel betrayed.lol

Another NO NO when I moved in was: NO DOG IN THE KITCHEN!!! Guess what. Right now when I get tired of her standing on the kitchen floor and looking at me like the most starved dog on this planet and I tell her: kennel, SHE GROANS at me! Can you imagine! It’s not an angry growl, it’s more like: goddamn you woman! She turns around and goes to her kennel but before she lies down she groans again just to show me how disappointed and offended she is!!! Crazy dog!!! My husband makes fun of me that I got what I asked for.

When I was pregnant there wasn’t a better psychologist/therapist like her licking my feet or my back! Yes, my back. She would go with me to the bathroom every single time (she still does that), she would stand or sit very close to the bath tub, and while I was inside she would lick my back. Most of the time she would just sleep on the floor waiting for me to be finished with a bath or shower.

(photo by Joanna)

(photo by Joanna)

(photo by Joanna)

April 21st, 2010. We thought we lost her. Just days before our daughter was born she fell down and stopped moving. She would just look at me like she is in big pain, but she didn’t even groan… nothing… she was just laying there, barely breathing… I called my husband, crying. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH DI. COME HOME RIGHT NOW. PLEASE!!!! We moved her on the bed. We pet her, and talked to her, and I cried, and cried, and cried… She wasn’t moving at all, she was just looking at us, and sometimes it seemed like she is going away but we’d start talking to her: Di stay with us. Don’t leave us. Not now. I told her that a new puppy is gonna be here anytime soon, and she needs to stay with us to see it… She opened her eyes… and when I said: Good doggy she waved her tail. Just a bit, just so we could barely see it, but she did… . We wrapped her in a towel and a blanket and I spent the rest of the day with her in bed… petting her, and talking to her. She is a hunting dog. She’s got her favorite toy that looks like a pheasant. She can play with it very rarely because it’s more like a training toy… SHE LOVES IT. She would do anything for that toy!!! We gave it to her, and she kept it in her mouth for the entire time she spent with us in bed.

After a few hours she started moving little by little… By the dinner time she was crawling. By after dinner time πŸ˜‰ she could jump off and on the bed by herself… We still don’t know what the hell got into her that day, but she scared us!!! A LOT!!!

These days I feel kind of bad because from the most spoiled girl at the house she became a bit rejected, pushed away girl… Whenever I talk/play with Miss Poppy Pant, Di thinks I talk to her and she jumps with energy and excitement just to be pushed away. I say kennel more often, or get out of my way doggy. Just recently I yelled at her. I wouldn’t do that before… despite all that…Β  she still follows me every step I take.

She sits where I’m sitting. She wants to be pet all the time, and if I forget about her she has her ways to remind me that she is still here. She likes to play with our daughter and she loves to lick her…

… and she groans more often… just like me… πŸ˜‰ They aren’t dangerous or angry groans. They sounds more like a spoiled dog… very spoiled dog… saying that this world is not fair… πŸ˜‰


Tasting a raw squash

actually it wasn’t even a fight… Ewelina decided that she want to try a raw squash.
First of all the squash was a little bit too heavy for her, so she lost interest over it very quickly.
It was too hard for her, too!

but she couldn’t say, she didn’t try. Right? From what I’ve noticed she preferes potatoes! πŸ˜‰
I don’t let her eat them raw but she can play with it pushing it around the kitchen’s floor.
From what I know raw potatoes are very unsafe for human’s stomach. They can make you VERY sick.
I remember when I was in fourth or fifth grade my friends used to eat them just to get sick so they wouldn’t have to go to school. I tried it too, but I accomplished nothing. I ate raw, very starchy and aweful in taste potatoes, and still had to go to school. It was very unpalatable lesson πŸ˜‰

ok, back to my kitchen’s floor!
From the time she started playing with it, our doggy started behaving very strange. She was watching our Little Turtle very carefuly, and her eyes were focused on the squash for the entire time

When Little Miss Poopy Pants was done with the squash Di looked around saw me watching her… and… she actually did nothing… just moved a little bit closer to the squash, like I wouldn’t be able to see what her plan is πŸ˜‰
Dogs! they think they are so smart! Don’t they!

She had lain there for a minute or so, and then it started!!!
Even Poopy Pants was surprised.lol

She moved quickly

just to see that it’s the same squash that she had had before the doggy got into it… and she went away…

That’s my today’s story that had happend yesterday!

Hugs from my corner!

Such a cutie…

Ewelina is almost 5 months old… and she amazes us so much every single day.
She’s got two teeth, and she can sits up withouth our help… πŸ™‚
She can roll over from her back to belly, but she can roll over back. She gets upset, and we need to run to help her get back on her back ( get back on her back… hm… is English really funny, or am I too tired to write this sentence right). Whatever it is it’s funny… English, Ewelina, rolls over, rolls back (or not), doggy, etc…

ah… and today’s photography session was funny too.
A few months ago I tried this outfit on her, and it was much too big… Yesterday before I dressed Ewelina up in it I thought it’s still too big, but I’ll give it a try…
And I was like:
Upss… – almost too small. lol

She looked so cute in it that I couldn’t think of anything else just to take some pictures of her.
It came out, that this outfit didn’t play any big role in our photography session… Oh well. Believe me or not she looks really beautiful in it…