We let our child have fun. Sometimes.

I finally decided it was time to do something with my 2 lbs of wool batting I bought back in December 2007. I got totally inspired by this blog post on wet felting, and I could no longer deny that our walls needed some felted wool artwork.

We've never done anything like this before, didn't have clear instructions, so we pretty much winged it. Good thing is quite fool proof :) We also dyed our wool batting in Kool Aid, which Maya had a lot of fun doing and kept asking me to let her taste yet another color of Kool Aid solution (yeah, 'solution' is the right word!)

I think Maya did an amazing job on her first wool felted artwork ever!

Mama's lunch

And breakfast. And dinner. I can eat this 3 times a day and I often do, unless I run out of roasted peppers. I roast mine in the broiler part of the oven, or in the open flame (on low) on the stove top. Let them cool down in a bowl, peel, dice, mix with olive oil, salt and ground black pepper... Yum!

Me? Trouble??? NEVAH!

I sent the first photo to my mom last night, and this morning I got an email from her where she mentioned that Anya must be such a mellow and easy going baby, judging by the photo... Seriously what else could you assume looking at Anya being all cute with her grandma?

You'll never assume that the reason grandma came to visit that day was because we made an S.O.S. call the night before, because Anya decided to stop sleeping at night and Mark had to skip work at the end of the week.

Wait, I blogged about it before? I guess the last two nights are stating to take their toll on me again. Yep, she's back to keeping us up at night. I think July has been her record worst month of sleeping. Ughhhh... Good thing she's a cute baby during the day...

Obligatory picture post

I feel like my blog looks a bit odd with three posts in a row that don't have any pictures, so this post is my attempt to make up for the picture-less week on my blog. I have nothing else ready except for a self-portrait photo taken about a week ago, so here it is... I may have some *real* photos coming later tonight ;)

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My confession for today... I'm a birth junkie. I love birthing. I love those unforgettable first few seconds when a mom gets to finally meet the little human being that grew inside her body. It's magic really. Nothing less than a miracle. My dream is to photograph births, some day, when my kids are old enough to be left with someone for a few hours and when I am old enough to learn how to drive. It's the kind of thing that I would pay to do for others, that's how much I love births.

My birth experience with Elijah was amazing, and with Anya it was simply incredible. Both times I did HypnoBirthing, which completely changed my attitude towards births. So all this time I've been on a secret mission, trying to share my love for HypnoBirthing and to show that births don't have to be painful and dramatic as media portrays them.

As shy as I am generally, I have NO problem sharing my births with complete strangers. So shortly after Anya was born, her birth video hit YouTube (thank goodness for the fantastic outfit I found to birth in, hehe) and I've been getting extremely positive comments and emails several times a week, every week ever since. Recently Anya's birth video made it to two blogs that I read, so I feel quite honored :) Here are the two posts that featured my video:

The True Face of Birth

Bellies and Babies

I am a Mom. What's your superpower?

I have to admit, it takes some sort of super power to get off the couch while nursing your naked baby, tear off 3 paper towels and get them wet, then clean your toddler from head to toe after he finished a messy lunch, and wipe the table and chair to make sure he doesn't get into the mess again. All this is done with one hand, because the other hand is still holding the naked nursing baby.

I guess that's the superpower you get as a compensation for sacrificing your short term memory and a few dozen of IQ points.

Lose/lose situation

It's when you can't decide which is worse: shaking your sore brains while having headache and bouncing on the ball to keep your baby quiet, or have your eardrums pierced with "give me ball, or give me death" kind of scream...