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365 Self-Portrait Project (week 14th and 15th)

I normally post my self-portraits on Friday. I skipped it last week. Tomorrow and on Saturday we’re going to be quite busy and because of that I do not want to postpone this post again.

So here we go:

We’ve got another baby and despite her arrival there isn’t much that has changed around here. Our daily life routine is the same. I slept through the entire night last night, for example. Considering that I breastfeed it was really painful when I woke up. I was simply really exhausted and the baby didn’t wake up at all, so… :/

Yes, she sleeps a lot. I mean, A LOT.


Lets start from Saturday, April 8th. There is not much to say about this picture. Our daughter was playing hide and seek under my huge belly and she had a great time as you can plainly see.

There was just a few days left of my pregnancy and my belly was really big. I was more then ready to put this pregnancy behind me.


On Sunday we went to the park and while my husband was chasing our daughter around the playground I was enjoying the sun and the beautiful early Spring weather.




In the waiting room at the hospital.

The day before the delivery I had to go to the hospital to have my blood drown so on the next day I wouldn’t have to do that and the whole process of getting me ready for the surgery would go much faster.


Ok, I cheated once. I did not take a self-portrait that day. My husband took a few shots of me and our kids. On the first picture I still couldn’t feel my legs at all and just got plenty of painkillers so finally feeling relief I smiled πŸ™‚

The second picture is our newborn a few minutes after being born πŸ™‚


At the hospital I had two days of lemon gello-cherry popsicles-veggy broth-coffee diet.

For breakfast,

For lunch,

For dinner.

I was getting so tired of it.


I started moving around my room pretty fast. The second day after the C-section I was up changing diapers and getting ants in my pants. I wanted go home really bad so we asked my physician if I could go home earlier… and by 4pm on Friday I was home πŸ™‚


Pretty much sleepy baby, and tired but glad to be home mamma.


New Life.


My incision still hurts a lot. I tried to skip a few dozes of my painkillers but that was a mistake.

Not very pretty photo but liking it or not that’s actually a big part of me now.


My few years ago injured back hurts even more than the incision. Our new baby is the cuddly one. She likes to be held and she likes to sleep on my or on her dad’s chest. That pretty much makes my back really sore. Our first one wasn’t like that. She pretty much was content in her laundry basket πŸ™‚

So, here I am. Enjoying my green tea (haven’t had the chance to get back to coffee) and editing pictures while both kids napping.Β 


One week old cutie pie.


No more baby in me but still… remembering. Now it’s all behind me and I’m thinking: “Would I do it again? I don’t think so“. There is so many women who love to be pregnant.

They feel pretty.

They feel blooming.

They feel fulfilled.

They feel… good.Β 

But not me.

This time, though, having a great experience during delivery I almost already have forgotten all the bad things and tough 9 months πŸ™‚

Time to move on.

Photo Art FridayNi Hao YallMommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?Chic Homeschool Mama


Maternity photo session from different perspective

Today I had a great time with a friend of mine who came to visit us from far far away. She is an amazing photographer so from the start we knew how we’re going to spend our time together – taking pictures, and we knew that the main point of focus is going to be me, my belly and my daughter.

On the other hand I knew that at some point I am going to take my camera out.

So while I was being photographed I was photographing as well: the photographer.

I couldn’t not to take some pictures of my daughter only, as well. She was incredible. Not only that she didn’t fuss at all for the entire 6 hours we were out but for the entire time she was posing and smiling and having such a great time.

I shouldn’t forget to end this post with delicious shots of our lunch I was preparing at 7 am this morning. Delicious sandwiches with swiss cheese and veggies with baked yesterday bread.

Imagine that… Me, who got so spoiled and gets up every morning at 10 am today ready on my feet at 7 am brewing coffee, making sandwiches and putting make up (!!!), but it was all worth it.


Poor Little One…

That’s how we’d spent most of the last night.

Swinging back and forth.

Mom watching Morning Joe.

Baby trying to get some rest.

Now she is napping.


Mom is going to get more coffee…



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˜‰

Pregnant belly, great food, and a good time!!!

More and more often I understand when somebody says he/she doesn’t have the time to take pictures for him/herself…

From the last Monday I’ve been sitting here… in my pyjamas… barely eating, drinking a lot of coffee, and green tea, cooking only when I have to… when I really HAVE TO… . Did I cook yesterday!? Hmmm… What was I doing except editing my photos yesterday… Hm… nothing! I’m kind of tired… And I need a break… Our place is a mess… A MESS. And I’m hungry, and I need to go to the bathroom… but there are so many pictures…, and I’ve got an idea(s)!!! and…, and… and…!!!

I’m not complaining!!! I’m really enjoying it πŸ™‚

And no… I didn’t forget that I have a child to feed, to read to, to bath with πŸ™‚ (the funniest part),Β  and to change the diapers for. She stinks too much to not to notice her… πŸ˜‰ She is a little stinker, honestly. She is a great companion, too. She went with me to photograph a mom-to-be, and this is what she was doing:

We had put her to work even, and she didn’t like the idea at first. She is a happy camper normally, so a few words of assuring her that she DOES NOT have to go back inside this big belly, and she was back herself… Happy Poppy Pants!

… and this is that belly which carries the twins…

Their life is about to make the 180 turn!!! and I am not jealous about it. I used to take care of twins… and I know… πŸ˜‰

But beside our photo session our mom-to-be fed us with an amazingly delicious eastern european cuisine!

BARSZCZ (home-made)

NALEŚNIKI (home-made)

and something that’s very similar to PIEROGI, but much smaller, and with chicken filling. Good that I’m a pseudo-vegetarian! πŸ˜‰



My blah, blah, blah about facebook, breastfeeding, baby formula

… etc.

I’ve been feeling kind of under the weather for the last few months but when it comes to taking pictures nothing can stop me!
This time picture of me, and my poor lip.

Last attack of plugged ducts ended up with noticeable lost of my milk supply 😦 Sorry if I bother talking about it. At least I’m not taking (and posting) pictures of breastfeeding myself with my entire boob popped out… like some women like to do. I’m not against it… but hm… what for!?! I don’t like the whole situation with facebook taking breatfeeding women pictures down because it’s obscene! What the hell!? I even joined the group Hey Facebook, breastfeeding is not obscene! (Official petition to Facebook).
Breastfeeding is natural and very beautiful. THAT IS WHY WOMEN HAVE BOOBS!!! It’s not for the purpose of flashig it in front of a guy’s eyes (even if they think differently), but for the purpose of feeding the baby. We are mammals. We might originate from Adam and Eve but still – they were mammals, too!

I understand nursing in public but cover yourself a little! You can do whatever you want at home. Walk naked, feed naked, sleep naked, eat your breakfast, lunch and dinner naked, but why you do have to take a picture of it and post it where ever you get the chance!
Sex is a beautiful thing too. Beacuse of sex we can make babies, right?! It’s beautiful, and NATURAL. But do we go to the park or any public places to have intercurse?! Are we dogs?! Pooping and peeing is NATURAL, too! SO WHAT! Would anybody let me poop on his/her front yard because it’s TOTALLY NATURAL!?
I know that breastfeeding helps us to celebrate our motherhood, our bonding time with the little ones… But this kind of bonding and celebrating I’d prefere to keep as private as possible.
I know that sometimes it’s not possible, but when it’s not it still doesn’t have to be with full breast exposed!

That’s why we are called Homo sapiens – wise men. We, the human beings should know what’s the difference between breastfeeding and breastfeeding, or sex and sex. That’s why we have highly developed brains to know where the litmit is.

Ok, I totally let myself loose.

After one cold sore and plugged ducts I thought that finally I’ll get the chance to enjoy a painless day. Nope! It didn’t happen. Instead I woke up with my lip looking like I was punch in the mouth with a baseball bat. It hurts as hell. Somebody told me it might be another cold sore, somebody else that it’s an infection. I was told that it might be allergy, also. Whatevery that is… I don’t like it. I think I’ve got a big vitamins deficit, and I know it for sure, but may that be a reason of all of this…?!?!

The next thing I’m not happy about is that it seems like the days of breastfeeding came to an end. For the last few days I’ve been trying to inroduce formula to our daughter diet but it seems that she hates it!!! The only thing I’d heard from Mister She’ll Get Use To It was “she’ll get use to it”! grrr… but it wasn’t him who had to deal with hungry baby and it wasn’t him who was worrying that she is not getting enough of the vitamins and everything what she was getting from me!!!

I didn’t know what to do, and how to make her drink it. She was hungry but there was no way she would drink that formula.

Totally angry or maybe exausted of thinking about it I poured some almond milk to her bottle and gave it to her. BOOM!!! A bell ringer!!! Yeay!!!

She drank it all and asked for more πŸ˜‰ and look how happy she was after all… Ufff…
Another lesson from the school of parenting learned.

Don’t talk to me until my second cup…

… of coffee!!!

Finlay I got a coffee maker with all bunch of extra stuff. Happy Happy Happy mamma!
I’m not afraid of very early mornings and sleepless nights, anymore! No, No, No! I’m ready and prepared!

My Lovely Husband despite of the argument that he had with Gevalia’s employee on the phone decided to get me a coffee set that I found on promotion for a few bucks.
I mean I’ve decided that I want it. He decided that no matter what he’s going to get it for me. Too bad he got so upset with them while ordering it.

I’ve never had Gevalia before, so I’m eager to try it. I’m not very picky when it comes to coffee. I like it black, and strong. No sugar. For the entire period of my pregnancy I hadn’t been drinking coffee, not because I didn’t want to but because I’d stopped liking it. My body just said NO NO NO to coffee… Just like that. Some day I woke up made myself a cup of coffee took one sip and right away I knew something is wrong. I thought that maybe my coffee is old, or I did something wrong while brewing it… I didn’t know, and I didn’t have my coffee that day. The next day was the same and the day after that.
Few days after…. Surprise!!! “We are going to have a baby!”

So, after our Little Poopy Pants was born I hadn’t been drinking because I just didn’t want the coffeen to get to hers body but after months of sleepless nights I’d decided that one cup is not gonna hurt anybody, and I’ve decided that I’m not going to feel bad about it. I mean about drinking one cup of coffee… Some women drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes while breastfeeding… I do not do any of that stuff. So why not a small cup of coffee… ?!?

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!

My new models…, and the old ones…

I love photography, as if some of you didn’t know yet.
I love kids. How to not to love them. But there was a time when I thought I’ll be better withouth them. As a teenager I hated kids. ReAlLy!!! I think every normal developing teenager go through that stage in his/her life. Am I wrong… ? Only some of us has the unconditional love towards the kids from the day we were born… πŸ˜‰ Most of us needs to find this love sometime during our life. A few just can’t find it, and they don’t really care about looking for it. That’s ok too. This world don’t need more people that it already has.
But why am I talking about it?
Because I’ve decided to connect these two things.
Kids, and photography πŸ™‚

Last Monday I spent a few hours with Miles and Ellin.
I’m so happy I had the opportunity to work with such a cute boy, and a very beautiful mom.

… but still, I couldn’t resist :

… while dad was babysitting for me I was all about Miles… How could I not be?

There is so many things that I had never cared about while photographing Ewelina. “Working” with your own kid is like baking for yourself or your loved one. If it doesn’t taste good I can alwasy throw it away, and start everything from the beginnig, or my loved one will eat it saying that it was ok, but… don’t do it anymore, please.
Not a big deal. Right?

It’s totally different when you have 2 hours to take pictures for somebody else. Than you go home, just to discover that half of your pictures are… hm… not quite good. There is no baking again, there will be no eating it because somebody loves you… πŸ˜‰ Oh Heavens!!!
Lucky me it wasn’t that bad…
but still…