I'm a really good Blogger....

.....NOT.
I'm lazy. And my head is kinda empty at the moment (read previous post, then you'll know why). So, instead of writing something super clever and witty and...umm...stuff, I'll just post super cute pictures of my daughter.

Yes, my bewbs are in the picture too

Charlotte with her aunty

Charlotte loves sleeping on mommy

Such a curious little girl <3


















That does count as a post, right?

That's what I look like. But thanks anyway.

So, as you all  those two people who actually read my blog know that my child is a little bit difficult. She still cries all night, and unfortunately all the nice tips *snort* of my non existent commenters didn't help.  Over the last few weeks I only had a few nights where I could actually sleep. I mean, really sleep. And during the day my daughter wants attention. Lots of attention.

Anyways, I don't have the time to shower every day (yeah, I know, super gross) nor to put on any make up or something else that makes me look like a human.
But today, luck was on my side. My husband came home way earlier and I could go to Starbucks the grocery store alone. I know: W-O-W.

So I took the car keys and drove into town. The good think about a car is, that people don't actually see what you look like (especially your hair). But I digress.
I eventually arrived in the mall and was overwhelmed by everything I missed. All the wonderful stores and snack restaurants and candy stores...sigh.
At one point I got into the make-up and wellness part of a store. I randomly looked at stuff I won't ever be able to use anymore. Out of nowhere there was one of those Barbie saleswomen standing next to me.
"Can I help you, miss?" Ugh, how I hate such high pitched voices, full with fake politness.

"No thanks, I'm just looking." I tried to sound nice. I really did.

"This is a really good shampoo, makes your hair smell wonderful!" Apparently I was too nice.
"And this here, is a moisture mask for your hair. It's very easy. You see, just put it on when taking a nice bath, let it soak in for 10 minutes and then rinse. It's so convenient, 'cause in those ten minutes you could have a glass of wine and relaaax..." 

Hmmm....which part of "I'm just looking" didn't she understand? Besides, uuuh....after a nice bath?? Who is she kidding? I mean, do I look as if I had the time to take a bath?  Ha! And then, uuuhhh...soak in for 10 friggin' minutes? HA! Oh, and the last part is my favorite. A glass of wine. During a bath. Yeah...of course, Mrs. Barbie.

But I didn't say any of that out loud. I'm too polite. I guess she only wanted to help. Or she was scared of how awesome (....) my hair looked like.

The world just has to accept that now there is another one of those.
Dear world (and Barbie-saleswomen), that's what I look like. But thanks for trying anyway.

3 Months

To be a mom is a wonderful thing. But it's harder than I thought it would be. I can't believe she's already 3 months old!

She's completely healthy and developing just fine. I love it when she's lying on her tummy and looking up at us or whatever is interesting her. Lately she's found that the carpet is the most interesting thing EVER!

 

              Woooooooah! Fluff ball's and dust! I love when Mommy was too lazy busy to clean up!

But there is one particular thing that is a bit annoying:

My child decided that she's likes to be awake AT NIGHT.

Mommy look at me!!!

She just won't sleep! We sang every single friggin' lullaby we know, we didn't let her take too long naps - nothing works!

We then decided to put her in her crib and "just wait 'til she falls asleep". Ha! Not with little Charlotte! She cried and screamed until we came running to her bed. And the she laughed! LAUGHED!

I'm really helpless.

Does someone have a good advice for me? Something that worked with your child?

I'm thankful for every idea!

A long long time ago...

I know it's been a long time since I posted something here and also on twitter.

I had many reasons. One of them was that I was a bit tired of this social network stuff. I didn't really notice the sociality there. See, even though I tried to find some contacts, most of the time I didn't get an answer (EXCEPT of super nice people like nannyanya or iamalejandra --> best people on twitter!) . I kinda felt lonely there and so I got really frustrated with it.

Now for this blog...you see, English is not my mother tongue and it takes time to write something here. And then I get practically no comments or any feedback at all... Sometimes I'm just wondering if it's really worth the effort.
Besides, my precious little baby girl is keeping me busy! Hee hee

But a few people have asked me for some new pictures of my little daughter Charlotte. I can't say no to that can I? =)

I guess every mother says that, but I think my daughter is the most precious little girl ever :)

But see for yourself... and adore her :)

Taking a bath. Which she doesn't like AT ALL. Maybe you can see that in her annoyed sweet & happy expression ;)

                                                                  my favorite little girl  

My angel                                                                                 

Welcome to the world!

We couldn't be any happier.

Our shiny new daughter is finally here!

Two weeks early, but all healthy and fine!

Charlotte Anne

April 6, 2010.

1:03 am

2900 g (6,4 lbs...probably)

46.9 cm (18,5 inches)

Mother and daughter are both doing fine!

Welcome to the world little Charlotte!

I'll be missing you

I thought a long time about what title I should use for this post.

17 years ago, the worst happened.
My dad moved out. My mother wanted a divorce.

I was only 4 years old.
And I didn't understand.
I didn't talk anymore. I wanted my dad back.
My mother was feeling guilty for causing me such pain.
I didn't understand that either.

She thought about what could make me happy again. Then she had an idea.

She got me a kitty.

And I loved it. From the bottom of my heart. The kitty was my everything. It was a girl, so I called her
Minouche.
I started to talk again. Just with the cat, but still, it was an improvement.
I told her everything. I hugged her and cried in her soft, brown, white and black, coat.
She was the friend who was always there for me.
She used to run to the door when she saw me coming home from school.
She used to sleep in my bed, under the blanket, snuggling at me.
I loved her.
And she loved me too.

This morning I got up and prepared her breakfast, as always. I called her name, but she didn't come running.
I went to see what's up.

And there she was, on the couch, in her favorite sleeping position.

She wasn't breathing anymore.

She peacefully died in her sleep.

After 17 years and 10 months.

You might think it's just a cat. But to me, she was more. She was the one who helped me get through the worst time in my life. I told her more than any of my friends.

I'll be missing her.

So so so much.

I can't even express how much it hurts.

Feeling like High School

I've been on Twitter for a bit more than a year now. At the beginning it was incredibly interesting just to read tweets.
After a while I wanted to participate in discussions. I thought I could just throw in my comments and it'll be as much fun for me as it was (apparently) for the others. So I made comments, remarks and I tried to be positive. I really tried. Sure, I met a few really nice people who actually responded if I had questions but didn't the media say that on Twitter everyone can meet hundreds of new friends? Huh...everyone except for me, I guess.

I had to realize, that Twitter is like High School. The more popular you are, the more fun you have.

There are groups on twitter, like the mommybloggers, or the funny/sarcastic/ whatever mom's or weight loss groups and so many more. As someone who doesn't live in the US or Canada or another big country it is really hard to find people on twitter. Besides, English is not my mother tongue, and I guess people notice that (I apologize for all the grammar mistakes I've done until now OK? Geez.)
I have nothing agains't social media (puh-lease, I'm a facebook-addict) but when you're not in some sort of group, Twitter is probably not as much fun; less people help you when you have a problem. Less people notice when you make a huge announcement. And of course there are less comments on your blog. I spend hours with commenting, even if the blog is crappy (and yes, I know that you probably consider my blog as one of those).

I feel like in High School again. A loner in a community that consists thousands of people.

Maybe it's just me. Am I really that boring/annoying/uninteresting?