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365 Self-Portrait Project (THE END)

Yes, Yes, Yes! 

This is my last post for the 365 Self Portrait Project. 

It was great. It was good. I had ups and I had downs. 

Since I started it I wrote a few essays about this project for:

World Moms Blog: “(Self)Portrait of a Mother(hood)“, and for BonBon Break.

First post for BonBon Break: “Portraits of a Mother” earned me position of Top 5 posts of 2012 which I am really proud of. 

The second one: “ 365 Self-Portrait Project: a Life – changing Resolution is a great summary of what this project means to me and how it changed me, at some point. 

I do want to say: THANK YOU to all of you who have been coming back each Friday and leaving me all the great and encouraging comments!!! If not for you I am not sure if I would have finished it. 

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! 

Those last pictures I wanted to be more creative, better, more meaningful… at least to present my thoughts more clearly, but then, as many times before, life happened and I was in a rush or it got too dark, or simply I was not in a mood. 

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Simply Us. 

We were trying to take some romantic photographs for my Valentine’s Day ad for the business, and this is the best shot we ended up with. 

I’ll tell you something: It is darn hard to get romantic with two small kids around. This picture was taken while both our kids were screaming they heads off just because they had to stay on the floor ABANDONED (how dare we!!!) for about 10 minutes.  

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Simply me. 

This project was a bit like getting naked in front of many people. Showing my personal life, day by day, writing about ups and downs, being in my pajamas and without make-up, etc… even though, I have managed to keep most of the drama and all the details of my private life behind the curtains 🙂

So, naked, but not really 🙂

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2012 was a leap year so it was 366 days, that’s why I decided to take one more picture.

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I mean, two last pictures:

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both pictures have latest Bonnie’s texture “Brown Rice Paper” in them. 

The very last picture had one more layer added to it and it’s this picture:

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For all of you who want to: feel free to download it. For the full resolution picture you need to click on it (it must open in a separate window), then click on it again and drag it onto your desktop.  

Once again, thank you all for being here with me and for me! 

Hope to see you around!!! 

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365 Self-Portrait Project (week 40th)

First of all I want to share with you a great news!

This Monday my post about this project was published on Bonbon Break website. You can read it here!!!

So far it has received 203 “likes” on their fb page, and 93 “likes” on their webpage. Honestly I am so, so surprised that it drew so many readers; At the same time I am so thrilled and happy. As I wrote here, on my blog, and then I repeated it in this essay for Bonbon Break:

At some point this project took on a life of its own. It became more about US than about ME. More about motherhood than just one mother.

I am so thankful for and so inspired by all the comments I’ve gotten here, on Bonbon Break, as well as on World Moms Blog; it’s thanks to this post for WMB  Kathy from Bonbon Break has found me and asked if I would be willing to share my experience in this project with their readers!

It is a fact, the last touch to this post comes from my husband. He went through this essay, sentence by sentence, in order to find grammatical and stylistic errors in it, change them and explain why “this way not the other”.

It was, still, such an amazing thing to read one person’s words

I love this one…, the message, the writing, and the photos!

Still, how big of a smile appeared on my face when I read those words!

Somebody liked MY WRITING!!! IN ENGLISH, so to speak!

Fun Fact:

People who know me from High School and College know how much I hated English language. I was bad at it, it frustrated me, very often I was depressed because of it, especially while in college, where I had to repeat one year of English classes. Even then I almost failed, second time. Believe me! My English speaking and writing skills sucked REALLY, I mean, REALLY bad!!!

I was the last person, my teachers thought, would be out there writing blog, expressing my thoughts in full sentences in English language!

It is amazing where life takes us. Isn’t it.

Maybe in a few years I’ll be able to write an essay in Russian!

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On Friday I took some silly photos for my post about coconut-coffee facial scrub.

I really like the first picture but the second one is a funny one so I’ve decided to use both…

There is nothing wrong in showing my cross-eyed face once in a while 😉

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Saturday,

One of those picture that doesn’t have much story behind it. It took me almost an hour (while both kids were asleep – MIRACLE!!!) to finally gave up and stop taking pictures. I wasn’t happy with a single photo I had taken that day. I tried this and that. I was completely out of ideas. I mean COMPLETELY.

They were all really bad.

I looked bad, the light was bad, the idea was bad.

A lot of writing as for a picture without a story behind… huh? 😉

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Sunday,

fun time,

play time.

Loosing more hair time.

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Braids on my head is a thing I was famous for from high school. I would sit in class, making small braids in my hair. Not only in class but almost anytime I had my hands free. It has always relaxed me. Have no idea why.

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Ok, I think that this is great example of a picture without a story behind it!

So I leave it like that.

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“What I wore Wednesday” – it’s a name of many link-ups out there. Something like this one. Of course, I never participate in those.
It’s nice, though, to visit them and see that people out there wear nice cloths, shoes, make-up. I do look the same almost every single day. If we go somewhere I wear things that are comfortable, tops ready to be pulled up in a hurry in order to feed No.2. How nice and stylish do I look going to the park with my girls, you think?

It’s funny that these days going grocery shopping I feel like it’s my time to look nice, wear nice shoes, rings and earings.

So, yes, this it what I wore on Wednesday,

and on Tuesday:

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This is for this week Bonnie’s them “Liquid”:

How do you like your tea?!

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365 Self-Portrait Project (week 36th)

I know that most of my posts from this series starts from the sentence “how crazy the last week has been” or “how tired I am”, blah, blah, blah.

So this one won’t be any different.

Our No.2 won’t stop crying when she is not on my lap, in my arms, holding my fingers, holding my hair… she just needs to be with me. It’s getting worse and worse.

She doesn’t sleep through the day if I put her in her crib. She’ll be crying there as long as I let her. Since I am not a big fan of an attachment parenting I let her cry from time to time.  A few days ago she cried for over one hour laying in her crib. It didn’t work. Yesterday she cried for 40 minute to finally fall asleep for 10 minutes after which she woke up and had started when she had finished with the crying, but louder this time.

Even now, she is sitting on my lap, pounding on the keyboard and deleting half of what I had written every few minutes. at least she is not screaming.

The dog is a piece of work as well.

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Even feeling overwhelmed, I try to smile to my daughters a lot. I do not want them to see me unhappy and sad all the time. On Friday we had some goofing off time while husband went to the park with No.1 and the dog.

This series of pictures was taken for one of my bloggy friends, Purnima. She’s challenged me to take a smiling/laughing shots of myself. So here they are:

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You know you are a mother when you don’t remember your last HOT MEAL, and when you eat standing, always ready to run to do something for the kids, to rescue them, to refill their cups, to put more food on their plate, to clean spilled liquids, etc.

At the same time the irregularity of eating causes me to gain weight, which I am not very comfortable with.

Being an emotional eater I eat way too much these days, and I eat not very healthy… sweets and bread mostly. It’s quick and suits me, and after a few minutes I hate myself again.

Today I am bigger than I was when I was 9 months pregnant with our No.2.

Can you believe that?!

Ugh.

I am so frustrated.

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Sunday.

I was waiting to take a self-portrait for way too long that day. At the end of the day I just snapped a few shots of my face in the mirror. they came out very dark and grainy, but I actually like them.

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Do you remember my crochet fingerless gloves?

So this week I have finished matching camera strap cover.

I’m very happy with the final product.

It looks like my camera is ready for the Fall.

Now I just need to snap a picture of the matching headband I made a week ago.

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As much as I hate the way I look in this picture I decided to post it anyway, because the story behind it is funny.

I know that if I didn’t tell you most of you wouldn’t even know that the framed picture is not from the period when I was pregnant with No.2.

It is from when I was pregnant with No.1

I grabbed this picture thinking that it was taken while I was pregnant with our last kid and I thought it would make a great picture.

After a few shots, and the frame being all dirty from drooling over and chewed I looked at No.1 wandering around and looking at us and it occurred to me: this makes no sense, this is not the right picture.

So I put the picture down and called No.1 to join us, and this is what we ended up with:

At this point it occurred to me that my husband is not in any of my self-portraits. I think I should include him in this project more often. Don’t you think. But it will be a challenge as he doesn’t like to be photographed.

This picture above would be great if he was standing behind me, for example.

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She won!

This was taken after one of those one-hour-long-screaming sessions. She is all sweaty with red chicks, but oh… so content in my arms. 

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And again, back to eating.

Can’t wait for a warm slice of a fresh-baked bread.

World could be falling apart, but if I have my bread and some butter spread over it and a few slices of tomato…, I don’t care.

In addition there is an interesting theme going on this week at Bonnie’s blog: “compose a seven word sentence that describes your life or experience or process as an artist, and marry your sentence to a piece of photo art that somehow illustrates your sentence.

I’ve thought about it, and my initial plan was to give each photo from this post one word, but I changed my mind and have decided to write about my secret idea that have cruised in my head for a quite sometime.

After No.1 was born I had decided to start a photography business. We’d done some arrangements… but then life had happened and I abandoned this idea, probably forever (that’s what I thought back then).

All of the sudden, a few weeks ago, this idea came back. I’ve been thinking about it since. Every single day. Should I do it? Is there a place for me out there among so many photographers already.

I feel like I’ve come to a point where I want to do something more that just click-clicking for myself. 

My seven words then:

WANNA BE A PROFESSIONAL PHOTOGRAPHER (SOMETIME SOON)

They aren’t a fancy quote, they are simple, but oh.. they won’t let me sleep or think about anything else!

 I am still thinking and knowing myself and all those excused I always come up with that might never happen, but it’s nice to see myself in a different role that just a mother and a wife. It’s nice to have dreams and think about fulfilling them.
Hope you guys, are having a wonderful day.

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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.

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Friday:

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?

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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.

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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” 😉

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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. 

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! 

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: 

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/1  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:

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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. 

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Play time.

No. 2 LOVES to play  “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”

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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…

Memories captured

Yesterday I talked on Skype with my parents in Poland. A few weeks back they had their big anniversary and my sister made them a photo book. While my mom was going through it trying to show me the pictures my sister used in it I realized how just a few pictures we have from our childhood. All of us. My parents have almost non. Me and my siblings have just a few. Maybe a little more than a few but still… .

My 1 month old daughter already has more pictures than I had have taken from the period when I was newborn till about 15.

I do believe that pictures are a big part of our lives. They should be really treasured and we shouldn’t be afraid to stand in front of the camera just to capture the present moment in order to keep it for our future. Someday it will help us to get back, remember and cherish the moments from our life.  There is so many memories lost because we don’t have anything what would help us to remember. In my case I do not have many pictures from when I was young and pretty 😉

These days, though, I’m trying to cover this hole with my 365 Self-Portrait Project and it’s been going pretty good so far.

As for my kids I try to take as many pictures as I can so someday they will be able to look back at those precious moments and faces. I hope they will be able to fill more than one photo book with them 🙂

When our No 2 was born, the first week or so I was all about taking pictures of her. Newborn, newborn and newborn everywhere and all the time. I felt like I am pushing our No 1 away just to focus on the newborn.

These days I’m getting back to normal. I try to give each of my daughters the same amount of time with the same amount of pictures taken 🙂

It’s hard though as our New Family Addition needs much more attention and time then her Big Sister. I keep asking myself: do I do it right? do I make her feel loved enough? do I spent enough time with her so she doesn’t feel jealous and pushed away?

But…

look at her, does she look pushed away, rejected ?

So far she works really hard for the name “Big Sister”. She’s got her ups and downs but more often it looks like she really likes her Little Sister.

The kisses and hugs she gives her now and then are the most cutest things ever and she is not even asked to do that.

… and the Little One. She is cute and she knows it 🙂 All the attention she gets… she’s simply being spoiled.

Hugs from our quiet corner (baby’s finally asleep in HER BED).


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The Ultimate Mother’s Day Breakfast – healthy and with love

I have never been big on gifts. For any occasion. B-day, Christmas, Women’s Day or Mother’s Day. Maybe because I grew up in a household where those things weren’t that important. My mom prefers to receive a living plant than a bunch of dead-in-a-few-days flowers. Maybe because of her I’m the same way.

But every single year no matter what we celebrated the most important thing was to be nice to the person who was celebrating her or his day.

A simple hug or a few words assuring that you remember.

So for those who still haven’t decide what to give to their mothers on Mother’s Day, I say: “make her a delicious breakfast to bed. and give her the day off”. She’ll appreciate it more than anything!

If it’s homemade and a little healthier than usual it’s even better.

Something like whole wheat buttermilk blueberry banana pancakes with turbinado sugar.

I assure you, that will make her day!

Recipe:

dry ingredients:

1 1/2 cup whole wheat pastry flour,

1 1/2 tsp. baking powder,

1 tsp. baking soda,

4 tsp. turbinado sugar,

1/4 tsp. salt,

1/4 cup flaxseed meal,

wet ingredients:

1 1/2 cup buttermilk (homemade will work great)*

2 1/2 Tbsp. butter, melted, cooled,

2 eggs,

fruit filling

1 cup fresh blueberries,

1 ripped banana, sliced

Directions:

In one bowl mix very well dry ingredients.

In second bowl mix very well wet ingredients.

Combine dry ingredients with wet. Do not overmix it. Now wait for at least 10 minutes for the batter to rest and let the baking soda and powder to start working its magic.

In the meantime heat the griddle on medium high. Melt about 1/4 Tbsp butter on it.

Sliced you banana so it’s ready to use.

When the griddle is ready spoon about 1/4 cup of the batter on it, more for bigger pancake.

Now sprinkle it with a few blueberries and sliced banana. (picture below does not show bananas because it’s from a different recipe, but you get the idea 🙂 )

Wait until bubbles appear on the top and the batter doesn’t look runny anymore.

Flip on the other side and fried for another minute or until light brown.

Garnish with the leftover fruits, maple syrup, honey, jam, icing sugar or whipped cream… . Whatever is your mother’s favorite topping 🙂 

I do like mine plain served with black coffee.

All-purpose flour will work if you do not have whole wheat pastry flour. You can use regular white or brown sugar in place of turbinado sugar.

I used to make them without that healthy twist before and they looked like that: 

* Homemade buttermilk:

you’ll need milk and fresh lemon juice. For each cup of milk you need 1 Tbsp of lemon juice. So for this recipe you need:

1 1/2 cup of milk

1 1/2 Tbsp lemon juice (2 Tbsp. are fine, too)

Pour the lemon juice into the milk. VERY GENTLY stir just one time. Let it sit for at least 10 minutes before using.

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

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Motherhood and culture

For several months now I am a member of World Moms Blog. This month Jennifer’s idea of connecting mothers from around the World has it’s 1st Anniversary. To celebrate it her website is hosting link-up for posts about motherhood and culture. If you have an interesting story from your own life, feel free to join.

I’ve thought what to write about for a really long time. I wrote about two pages in Polish and I decided it’s too personal (and I was too lazy to spent the extra time to translate it to English). It was more about what kind of family I grew up with than about the culture I grew up in. I’ve decided not to go that way. So now I’m going to just ramble a little bit about my family and a little bit about my culture.

When I left Poland several years ago I didn’t think I’ll end up marrying an American and having a child (or two) before I hit 30.

And here I am. Trying to balance between two worlds and languages. Knowing only Polish way of cooking I went through a period of frustration and anger. In our relationship I am the one who will eat (or at least try) almost anything.

I grew up eating pork or beef tongues in horseradish sauce and livers sautéed in onion and tripe soup and tatar (steak tartare). Once in my entire life I even tried the most disgusting dish that exist on our Polish menu: Blood Soup. To make it more interesting I witnessed the entire process of making it including killing that poor animal. I was about 6 or 7 years old.

My husband has very particular taste and it’s been a challenge in the kitchen. If I cook Polish food I cook it for myself. My daughter will eat almost anything these days (if it’s not a milk) and I hope it will stay that way. I would really like to be able to cook Polish food for somebody else than myself. I am in a process of convincing my husband to stop saying that some foods (dishes) are gross because I do not want my kids to copy him. Kids do that all the time. They learn from us and I do not want them to be so limited with foods as my husband. I am not criticizing my husband for that. Of course, sometimes I wish he was more open but… he is how he is and I do not want to work on changing that. Knowing how different food could open your mind and help you to get to know new cultures or just simply make your life more interesting it would be shame to rise kids who are mostly pasta, beans, mash potatoes and chicken breast eaters.

As a kid I knew how to milk a cow and I used to drink raw milk. Back then in Poland people didn’t know what pasteurized milk is. That milk would never go bad. It would simply turn into buttermilk which we would eat sprinkled with sugar. These days you can’t do that with milk, even in Poland. Today if I ask for a raw milk people think I want to kill my kid (but that’s a subject for separate post). I get really frustrated at the grocery store because I can’t find yoghurt which are not “low” fat, “0” fat, “2 %” fat. In the country where obesity rates are the highest in the world with 74.6% of Americans being overweight I can’t find “whole” yoghurt… and sometimes I have problems with finding whole milk.

From my childhood I remember how real bread tastes like. The one made on real sourdough not on yeast. That was the way breads in Poland used to be made. Not anymore, though.

For almost my entire life my family have had an allotment garden outside the town. These days my parents use this place mostly for grilling, hanging out and growing a few fruit threes, herbs and veggies (just a few, really). Back in time we grew much more veggies and fruits and we used to can it. While most of my friends would play on the playground after school me and my siblings had to go and help my parents around that garden. Sometimes it was fun. Most of the time I was really bored (and angry). Sometimes we worked in cold or rain (rain means cold as well), sometimes in heat. These days I appreciate what I’ve learned working out there.

Here where we live now, we signed for a spot in a community garden. That spot is about 1/10 of what my family has back in Poland. When we had signed for it about 4 months ago we were 72 on the waiting list! Unbelievable! With so much empty land around us… . In Poland you see those allotment gardens everywhere!

Now something else. If you’re convinced that having at least two kids requires having a minivan – I can prove you’re wrong!

For many, many years we used to drive, all 5 of us, in this kind of cute little car:

… and we would get wherever we wanted to on time. In this tiny car we would travel through Poland (5 people) packed with our clothes for a month and with a dead pig in the trunk 🙂

I grew up with parents who thought dogs are good only for guarding the house but only from the outside. It was a miracle they let us keep a dog my sister got as a b-day gift on her 18th birthday. We cried and cried and they finally let us keep him.

All three of us, on the other hand, grew up as a loving dogs people. These days we all have dogs. In my case the bigger the dog the bigger my love towards it and I have a feeling that our daughter will be the same way.

This isn’t a cultural thing, I would say. It’s rather a personal difference we all grew up with. But looking from my parents perspective it was a cultural thing. They both was raised in Polish village where dogs weren’t domestic animals. They were kept for protection. Outside. Period.

Btw, I grew up in a culture (and in times) where for 16th b-day we wouldn’t be given a car or anything a half that fancy. Parents didn’t throw for us anything like “sweet 16”. It’s a b-day like every single one before and after. Instead of that my middle class working full-time parents were able to send all three of us to college and gather big account of savings in case if any of their children would need some financial help starting a family. That actually doesn’t count in my case as we wouldn’t get much US dollars for Polish złote.

Anyway, I hope I’ll be the same kind (in this matter) parent to my kids. I hope I’ll have the wisdom to choose between what’s necessary for my kids and what they can live without (even if they don’t agree with me at the time).

I wish I could give them just a little bit of what I experienced as a kid. Being able to experience life in a farm, knowing nature and feeling connected to it. I’m not very fond of the strict and emotionless parenting style I had to go through but we can’t change the past. We can only try to do better for the future.

I know that the difference my kids will experience are not going to be the cultural ones only but created by time as it was with me and my parents, and as much as I can teach them about my culture I can’t predict how the future will look like and how big of a difference it will create between generations. I can only hope for the good.

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Playful morning

We got up very early today. So coffee was definitely needed…

… and after I had my breakfast and our Hungry Butt had hers we were practising being simply happy. Dad was gone so we could listen to Aretha Franklin (dad doesn’t like her) really loud, dance and bang on the toys pretending they are drums. We had our private music lesson 🙂

After that she had to rest for a while laying on the floor and goofing off to my camera.

It’s a rule that when we play doggy wants to play, too. She is jealous all the time and I know we do not give her the same amount of attention as we used to, so today we tried to play all together.

Just look at her… Those puppy eyes were begging for some attention and love.


… and she got it:

and then, she {snapped}

I do not think that it was what she actually was hoping for but… better that than nothing…. she thought (I bet) 🙂

After a while she was saved by our monkey’s hunger.

Amnaam (what sound like “amniam” in Polish) and everything needs to be dropped. We go to the kitchen she points at the fridge/tried to open it, goes back to her high chair and pushes it to the table.

Today she learned how to climb on her high chair. She was practising it all day yesterday and today she finally did it. I’ll take some picture of that process sometime later. Today I was too worried watching her and trying to stay close in case if she falls down. Should I prohibit her from doing that?! I don’t think so. The more often she falls the more tough she’ll get 🙂

Have a great day, everybody!

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An Ordinary Day

A few days ago I took a bunch of random pictures. I didn’t notice it at first, but after I moved them on my computer they kind of shown our day. From the very beginning to almost the very end 🙂

Of course, almost all of them have our daughter as a focal point.

Of course, it starts with COFFEE.

The most important thing, not in my pictures but in my entire day, before anything and anybody else is… MY MORNING COFFEE!

Making it,

drinking it,

enjoying it.

Today the wake up call was about 7 am. I do not count the call at 3am (till about 5am).

Our daughter was awake for almost half of the night. She woke up sometime around 3 am, we watched Netflix to about 4:30am, then we put her down to bed but she wasn’t sleeping. I could hear here turning and “talking” and doing everything else, but not sleeping. She got up before 7am this morning. Where does that energy come from?! Gosh. I am exhausted.

After that few precious sips of warm coffee I’m ready to start the day. Lately I’ve discovered my daughter doesn’t like scramble eggs. I made it once, I made it twice, I made it more than three times. Every single time I ended up fixing her something else because she would throw the scramble eggs on the floor for the dog to enjoy it (not once, not twice, but every single time I’ve made it). At least I don’t have to clean that. Our breathing, four-leg vacuum cleaner is the best thing that could ever happen to frustrated mom, who is not only frustrated because her daughter doesn’t want to eat what she just made,  but because in addition the floor is one greasy, sticky, yellow mess. AGAIN [sigh!!!!!!] and… baby is still hungry and “think, think, think” what else to make for her!

Oh well. At least bread is my savior! When she doesn’t  want this or that she ALWAYS likes the bread… and I like that 😉

After we are done eating, cleaning, changing diapers, time to play under the table with full belly and happy face.

Playing time on the sofa while watching cartoons or whatever mom’s watching (lately Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix).

After that it’s a nap time.

Relaxed, full of energy, ready to play. She is back. Time to put away everything what I was doing before. She loves my yarn, and I hate when she tangles everything. YES, she does that, very often!!! So the conclusion is easy. I do not crochet while she is awake, but still, she always finds a way to get into it.

While she is busy drinking from her bottle I like to play with her feet, or massage her belly… or just cuddle with her.

Walk to the park and running around.

She loves the swing! And I love it, too, because when she is in the swing it means no running away baby which means  standing in peace, IN ONE PLACE, no running after the baby, one happy mom.

Sometimes we practice our swimming skills. She’s getting better and better every single time we go to the swimming pool… and every single time she’s loving it.


Dinner time, and of course bath or shower time. Watching tv time, buziak and night night time!  Ufff…

But before  buziak and  night, night  time it’s doggy’s time to eat… outside, of course. Baby just watches her through the door, drooling because of the dog’s food 😉 Yep, she likes dog’s food. We wouldn’t be feeding that four-leg vacuum of ours outside if there wasn’t need for that.

It’s so good to be a baby. Too bad we do not remember those trouble-free days. Too bad she won’t remember it. It’s such an amazing time in our lifehood. Don’t you think? Kids play, and eat, and play, end eat, and play, and so on! We should all be able to remember those days, just to have something to get back to in our adulthood.

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Inner beauty of mine and a lot of patience!

Yeay!!! for eating time!!! Yeay for stirring and mixing and throwing and smashing and mashing, and YEAY for getting messy!!!

On that picture above you can see my daughter reaching with her spoon towards me… Yes! While I was busy taking those pictures she slapped me in the face with a spoon full of food. “Take that mom!!! You look hungry”

{A Photo} Challenge

Today’s photo challenge theme at Mikayla‘s blog is “What you wore today”. Instead I linked up those two pictures above as a “What I tried to wear today but it didn’t happen”. These days it’s really hard to look decent. Our daughter is in a process of learning how to eat… no… how to use a spoon. A few times when I got really tired of it I tried to feed her without letting her hold one spoon on her own, but she wouldn’t eat. She wants to hold it every single time. So, every single time she eats we end up dirty from head to toe. More than often it has its end in the bathtub with a quick shower. Having full belly, being clean and happy, time to watch some tv. Recently she learned how to climb up and down the sofa… . … where she loves to sit and play with remote controller(s). If we take them from her she just sits, watches tv, or throw all the pillows down, so she has more space just for her.

Yes, we let her watch tv. We are one of those terrible parents that let their kids watch news. We do not protect her from those terrible faces as Glen Beck or O’Reilly. What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. right?! It won’t harm to know from the start who to laugh at and whose words take into a consideration. Maybe. Maybe she’ll be the next Condoleezza Rice. Her parents let her watch tv as long and as much as she wanted to… . Anyway, from what I’ve noticed our Little Climber enjoyed the tv show “Army Wifes”… or wait… I think it was me… lol. But honestly the only thing she cares about is the music on every commercial to which she dances every single time and … changing channels…

and better one 🙂

Linking up with Elena and her “Inner Beauty” theme for the week. My inner beauty is being a mom. I’ve changed… A LOT. I think different and I act different. I am a better person. She made me a better person. That little person turned my life around. I used to be patient, but with her… I surprise myself with how much more I can take than with any-body-else!!! Of course I break sometimes. I ask my husband to take a turn, but it doesn’t last long. The next thing I know, we are sitting on the sofa cuddling. I wouldn’t do that with anybody else. I hold a grudge against people for much too long, I know that, bu with her it’s just impossible. The thing is that grown ups know if they hurt somebody, if they did something, if they are who they are… She doesn’t know it, yet. She made me like people more… I feel like she softened me… Can’t explain that.

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