On day 30 I decided to be brave and embrace the no filter. Either that or I couldn’t decide on one. I forget. My brain is like a sieve at this point. I’m going to have to revert to writing every single, little thing down because I have no hope of remembering anything at all under my own steam.
But back to my self portrait. This is my one and only tattoo. I had it done when I was 21 and I don’t regret it (yet). It is a chinese character that means ‘to know’ or ‘to understand’ depending on who is doing the translation.
213/365 Day 30 – Self Portrait
Posted on July 4, 2011 1 Comment
212/365 Day 29 – Black and White
Posted on June 29, 2011 Leave a Comment
I took the girls out for a walk this morning.
Girls. I’m still getting used to the fact that I have two of them.
And once Piper finally accepted that she couldn’t thrash her head about and keep the dummy in her mouth at the same time, she settled into a deep sleep. Happily snoring away on my chest.
I just love every atom in her body from her (now) pudgy legs to her squishy cheeks. Another week and she will be three months old. How can that be?
211/365 Day 28 – Flowers
Posted on June 28, 2011 3 Comments
Flowers remind me of working at rehab. Because there was always flowers there. I don’t know why.
I couldn’t find any flowers today. I never keep them in the house because it seems like a whole lot of trouble on something that’s going to end up dead anyway. The whole thing seems so futile. Which sounds far more depressing once I’ve written it out loud than it does in my head. So I stole some of Eden’s flowers instead when I was pondering what style means.
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210/365 – Day 27 From a Distance
Posted on June 27, 2011 Leave a Comment
Piles and piles of laundry. Piles everywhere. Perhaps they are breeding? Really the problem with laundry and babies is not the babies clothes. They are little, after all. I could probably wash everything she owns in one load. It’s my clothes. My baby spew coated clothes. Now there’s a lovely image. The trick with the piles is to get through them before the toddler has time to get at them. Those piles are still on my floor right now. I’m guessing this is not a good thing.
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209/365 Day 26 – Close Up
Posted on June 27, 2011 Leave a Comment
It’s pretty hard to take a bad photo of the toddler-shaped baby with eyes like that. The toddler-shaped baby has been having a rough couple of weeks. She’s got my nasty cold and doesn’t have the energy for much playing or eating at the moment. And I’m back into the extreme tantrum zone as well. I’m sort of used to it. But it’s no fun for her. I suspect it’s to do with having gone somewhere with Piper and not with her. There has been an increased interest in commandeering anything that seems to belong to Piper.
And one of the most difficult things to accept is that there’s just not a whole lot I can do about it except be a shelter for her from all her wild emotions and hope that it passes as soon as it arrived.
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208/365 Day 25 – Pink
Posted on June 26, 2011 4 Comments
Myself and Stacey from Veggie Mama first ‘met’ in a trying to conceive group over on Digital Parents. Although I have a brain like a sieve. It’s possible we met on twitter first. But this kind of dilly-dallying over where exactly it was that we met typifies an old person so I’ll just move on.
So it was pretty amazing to me to see our babies together for the first time, just a couple of weeks apart and holding hands as soon as they were close enough to touch.
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207/365 Day 24 – Animal
Posted on June 26, 2011 1 Comment
Now that Morgan is gone, I don’t have any animals and didn’t feel quite game enough to track down a spider in the back yard. Like I said, lazy. So I fished this one out of the archives from a few days before I had her put down.
It still makes me cry. There’s just not a whole lot to say about it anymore. She’s gone and I still miss her. Seeing photos of her is still a bit like being punched in the stomach. But I still look. And I still see that she was beautiful.
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206/365 Day 23 – Sunflare
Posted on June 26, 2011 Leave a Comment
So I got a little bit behind in my photo taking for the 30 day challenge. Bad, photo taker! Bad! Pretty pathetic if you take into account I’m using my iphone and not my big camera. And I always have my iphone. Clearly just a sign of laziness.
But on a morning like this, it’s very easy to be productive. All that sunshine just screams do something. Or it does to me. Perhaps to a more sane person it would scream relax in the sunshine. Well, be that as it may. The insane person is catching up on her photos.
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205/365 Day 22 – Hands
Posted on June 23, 2011 Leave a Comment
Craft! Where I attempt to abandon all concerns about mess, chaos and general bedlam. Because having sequins in a bowl just naturally invites the toddler to dip her hands in and throw them everywhere. Luckily, she’s temporarily distracted by googly eyes and hasn’t attempted to create a sequin shower. Yet. But it’s only a matter of time, really.
This is why I like the foam hands, less of a chaos maker. Easy to clean up. Which is probably exactly why the toddler’s interest in them is passing at best.
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204/365 Day 21 – Faceless Self Portrait
Posted on June 23, 2011 Leave a Comment
Me wearing PIper in the sling is an appropriate self portrait. When she was a newborn, she lived in there because it was the only place she seemed to be happy. Now, she spends alot more time in her own bed or awake and checking things out. But she still spends a good amount of time in there. Particularly in the afternoon when she gets a case of the cranky.
I like it too. I don’t rock her to sleep or cuddle her to sleep so having some sling snuggle time is nice. Particularly when her little arm pokes out, completely relaxed and I can just hold her hand for a little bit.
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