This mama thing is taking its toll. On my energy level, my sanity, but most importantly: my body.
I know it’s not done to complain. This wonderful machine created two beautiful and healthy babies and how wonderful is that. I am the luckiest person in the world that is blessed with two sort of easy pregnancies and two perfect, healthy and strong children! But damn, I hate what it did to my body.
I guess every mother thinks big about her child. So do I. That must be love.
But that girl of mine, I mean ours, she’s brilliant. I can’t believe that a nearly 2 year old can have a good sense humour. She makes me laugh every day since the day she was born. Not exactly that day, maybe a week later when I could sit again without fainting.
Hi Vie!
Hope you had a lovely weekend! Ours was great. We had a little birthday party on Friday (just the four of us), many gifts, custom made dresses, bunny ears and pink balloons! We sang, we danced and went to a petting zoo, so according to her it was a perfect start of our lazy weekend.
DON’T BE AFRAID TO SHAKE THAT ASS AND MISBEHAVE.
Happy weekend!
XMV
p.s. Of course there were outtakes…
Hi V.
It’s been 4 months already. Me living in LA. I am adjusting, starting to find my way around the supermarket. Our house is almost finished and feels more and more like home.
So far so good. But then there is the building a new social life part. I’m 37 and I have to make new friends. And that is not so easy.
I don’t need loads of friends, because honestly I can’t handle many. I’m a good friend, a loyal friend, and an ‘I move mountains for you’ friend. But I don’t call to chat and I will remember that important thing you have, but probably a day too late. I’m messy. In my house, in my head and in my friendships. But I’m there when I need to, i’m true and I’m always honest.
R this week. J next month. The terrible two’s. But I won’t start about that again. All is said by Madelon yesterday. And I agree, of course. What I really wanted to talk about is her birthday party.
Last year we had a 3 day party marathon. An emotional actual birthday, remembering the horrible watermelon-through-tiny-whole scene and greyish fog afterwards. And then a shipload of people on 20 meters square for two days. Not good for any type of person. But I also enjoyed throwing a party again, with excessive amounts of decoration, food and presents.
At the end of this week my girl turns two. Two! These past two years have flown by and I really like to see her personality evolve. She’s cute and cuddly and funny. And she has a very, very strong mind.
My little chubby, easy baby is now a busy bee all over the place, talking, singing and knowing exactly what she wants. And doesn’t want.
Copy paste. Magic when using Microsoft Word. But when it comes to living your life it’s an illusion.
When I was little I had this desperate urge to be the same as the girls in class. But how hard I tried, I wasn’t. The colour of my skin and the shape of my eyes just didn’t work with me.
So one day I decided to try and not care anymore. I wanted to be me. Loud, spilling my every thought, wearing petticoats with surf tops and red heels in third grade and making jokes no one understood.
Well, that was sort of unexpected. Here I was, thinking we take it slow. I ask you how you like your coffee, you ask me how I like my eggs in the morning. Or what my favorite sweater is. Of course not. You ask me to be a mermaid!
I hate this ‘challenge’. I hate games. And I hate you. But if I play…. I take that shit serious (pardon my french)!
You know those days when mother and child just can’t get on the same page? Well today is exhibit A of that. She screamed, I screamed louder. She wanted cookies, I wanted wine. I felt like writing a nice blogpost, she didn’t feel like napping.
Well that didn’t happen, so instead of a post I have top level stress hormones juggling around my body. I don’t want that (B neither, he’s hiding in the kitchen as we speak).