Yeah babies it’s Friday! Freaking Selfie Friday to be more accurate.
So we have this idea to start the weekend with a catchy quote and ditto selfie (read auto timer). Match made in heaven right? In fact we want to try this every single week, starting with last weeks shake that weekend.
So happy weekend and for now:
AS FAR AS WE’RE CONCERNED LEOPARD IS THE NEW NEUTRAL.
XMV
This blog makes me happy. Every bit of it.
Since a couple of months, we talk about this every day and I’m still not bored. Good score for a manic person. In fact, I’m quite busy with it and I can tell you my partner in crime is too.
Thinking of new blogposts, making photo’s, writing, behind the scenes css-ing, rewriting, following Google Analystics, discussing on what’s app, laughing our asses off and so on. Who says blogging is something you fix in a minute with your eyes closed can stand up now. To get a smack in the face, because I disagree.
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.