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05/52: Rain
April 29 - May 05
It's been raining for quite a while, and yes I am getting tired of it. Especially when I have been on holidays!! I have four days off and it started on the 3rd of May and yes it has been raining everyday so far.
At least not cold like before.
I was going to upload a photo I took yesterday.
I took some photos when I went to Sapporo station by sub way and took some shots on the way.
I was quite happy with the photos I took, however I didn't see them on the big screen.
When I was about to choose and upload a picture, I couldn't choose any of the shots.
The time was around 22:30 on Sunday which is the last day I had to take a photo for this project.
I checked outside, it wasn't raining, so I quickly got my stuff ready and went to outside to shoot something, however by the time I was ready, it was raining again.
I didn't have lots of time, so I grabbed my umbrella and went outside.
I wanted to shoot some macro shots show Spring and rain and I chose this shot.
Well I need to get out there more.....
I hope you had a great week!
If you are interested....
Camera Info: Nikon D700 | Nikkor 50mm (f1.8) @ 50mm | BR-2A | ISO 1250 | 1/60s @ f/4 | Handheld Camera | Unedited
Only 2 weeks to go!
We went down to Hemmick while the Sun popped out for a bit and before Tracey popped too:)
Canon 500D
Canon 18-55mm
F/5.6
32mm
1/125 sec
ISO 100
34 weeks! 5 weeks and change until our estimated due date! As Rob pointed out, we can count the weeks on one hand. Wowza.
This past Saturday we had our childbirth class.
We sounded like total hippies in the class. We were the only ones to openly talk about pursuing a natural, drug-free birth, and Rob even mentioned placenta encapsulation when the instructor asked us what happens to the placenta after delivery. The class was definitely education, especially when it came to the different stages of labor and coping techniques for the pain. It was great to actually try out all of the positions so we could get a feel for what may work best for us when the big day arrives. Also, Rob had to give me a back rub for a half hour. WIN!
The videos they showed were not exactly unbiased. They definitely suited our natural birth desires. But I wondered about the other people attending, especially the ones who want epidurals at the door. The course material was very blunt about the downsides of various medical interventions. I just wonder if the other students were expecting that sort of information. Another thing I learned is that I will be "taught" how to push at the hospital. I didn't think about it before, but these are muscles we never have to actively command, so of course there's going to be a learning curve. I also learned that pushing can take anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours for the average range for first time moms. Two hours sounds EXHAUSTING.
We also learned more about what to pack for the hospital. I still think it's early, but Rob started pestering me to pack my bag a couple of weeks ago. But then he refused to pack his bag. So I packed it for him. And tagged a list describing what is packed already and what needs to be packed at the last minute. I am phenomenally organized, go me!
The only other development this week is that we're further along in talks with the doula. We need to schedule our prenatal meeting, and then next time we'll see her at the hospital.
Butternut is still super active, despite his increasingly cramped quarters. He still makes the full belly earthquakes, which I just can't help watching. That's when I realize that he is huge, and he is going to have to come out. Eeek!
But at the same time, just about everyone and their mothers seems to think I don't look 34 weeks along. Everyone asks me when I am due, and when I tell them, they say, "You look so small!" or "You're carrying it so well!" or some variation. I guess the alternative would be for them to ask me if I am having twins.
Bump measures the same as if I was pregnant with a singleton at 29 weeks - no wonder I feel huge :)
Starting to feel more movements from the babies now which is lovely.
Get very tired though and have carpal tunnel in my right wrist and oedema and SPD. Fun huh? Can't wait to meet them though.
Week 129
This is a love letter to my friends, who also happen to be moms. I have never been a friend collector. Since childhood, I’ve always been more comfortable having a few close friends as opposed to being part of a big group of friends. I like solitary hobbies like reading and photography. After a long day at work, I liked to go home and work some more. My social life was comfortably sparse.
After having Olive, when I found out I wasn’t going back to work, I knew it was time to venture out and meet some other moms and find some babies to invite to Olive’s inevitable first birthday party. I had read a local blog that mentioned the South Charlotte Playgroup on meetup. I'm not sure if Olive was even a fetus at that point, but I tucked that nugget away and when Olive was about four months old, I looked up the group and attended my first events.
I can remember meeting some of my now closest friends for the first time. Some I knew right away that I would be friends with, some were harder to read and some I met later, when our kids were a bit older. We were all not ourselves: still sleep deprived, wrong-footed and second-guessing all of our decisions. It was so refreshing and empowering to meet other moms and observe other babies. Sometimes we would gather together for three or four, maybe even five hours, and it was so nice to not be stuck at home wondering what to do next during those times.
I found myself looking forward every week to those meet ups and then going to more meet ups until my whole week was filled with mornings and afternoons spent with other moms.
We’ve all read about how hard it is to make friends as an adult but I can honestly say that never in my life have I had an easier time making friends. I realize I am so, so lucky. I can’t imagine raising Olive without the friendship of other mothers. It was a rare moment that I felt alone in motherhood. There is almost always someone else going through what you are. During the first year, there was almost always someone else up in the middle of the night and willing to text and offer a little company.
On bad days, my friends are there to commiserate. When my toddler is melting down, someone is always trying to make things better. When things are going great, someone is always glad for me. Olive is loved by these women. You can see it in their genuine smiles, feel it in their concern and hear it in their interested voices. And I love their little ones, too. I sniff their new babies’ heads and kiss their toddlers as they run by. I want them to succeed and find traits that their parents might find challenging, endearing.
Reciprocal relationships are rare and I feel lucky to be part of this amazing circle of moms.
The benefits aren’t just mine; they’re Olive’s, too. She has grown up with these kids. She gets to practice friendship in a safe place. She asks to spend time with them and wonders what they’re doing when we’re not around them. She is so in love with Cait’s little sister. She always wants to hold her and check on her. She’s named her favorite baby doll at home “baby Emma.” Her friends are part of the stories she and her dad make up and even get incorporated into her songs. I’m grateful she gets to learn about friendship from such a young age and that my friends are raising children who Olive will learn so much from.
Like all friendships, there are times when we see each other often and times when our lives are so hectic that a moment together is rare. But they never feel far away. I know that as we inch closer to kindergarten and individualized interests that our play dates together will become increasingly rare. There will be a time sooner than we think that filling up an afternoon isn’t our job anymore and that we will crave days on end to spend in our home instead of feeling driven crazy by them.
I hope that when our kids want to dye their hair blue, wear inappropriately short skirts and go out on dates for the first time, we will be the group of ladies eating brunch at 11am on a Wednesday wistfully thinking about how easy it was when they were toddlers.
I love you, ladies. You have been one of the greatest, most joyful surprises of motherhood.
The Maverick Stampede began full speed with the MavsMeet Convocation on Tuesday, Aug. 19, at College Park Center. University leaders and guest speaker deejay Edgar "Shoboy" Sotelo inspired students to do their best in the academic year ahead. The AfterParty provided a fun time before classes started the next day. The Welcome Week extends into September with social gatherings around campus so students canget to know each other and UT Arlington.
With it being new years and what not, I made a list of things I wanted to do and hopefully accomplish :
-completely re-do my bedroom
-go to Mad T Party on birthday (or any day really)
-pay off credit card before the end of summer
-buy a new film camera (looking into either a new Nikon body or a lomography camera...fisheye probably)
-actually complete a 52 Weeks.
So off we go! :)
I have so much to be grateful for! I am grateful for these little wrestler’s. I am grateful that they are healthy and happy. I am grateful that we are able to provide a warm home that is filled with love and food. I am grateful that we are surrounded by a community of family and friends who offer unconditional love and support. I am grateful to have found this wonderful and talented group and project that have allowed me to grow my photography hobby and give me the opportunity to take photo’s of my family that I will be able to forever look back on and be reminded of all of the things I have to be grateful for.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PddGvkbARiM
Esta foto hace unos meses que la hice, y creo que es el momento de subirlo,.... realmente dice mucho de como estoy ahora...
Pero aun sigo pensando que quiero un kit kat, estoy con otras cosas que me distraen más, no se porque pero mi mente necesita un descanso y cuando hago eso sinceramente NO PIENSO.
Si os gusta las cosas hechas a mano, mirar que apaña que soy jajajaja...
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Esta foto la subo con intencion de seguir con el el 52 weeks, pero de momento sigo como estoy...
Un beso a todos
week of May 22nd, 2011
Sorry for the late upload and the crapiness....
Also this is super similar to something else I have done look~
Branch Week at West Point - Cadet have the opportunity to learn more about the various branches in the Army - what the future may hold once they have completed their training and education at West Point.
Rehearsals.
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Montreal, Canada ~ June 22, 2018.
We're having a boy!!! I cannot wait to raise a baby boy. I think I was bred to raise a son. I'm a Boy's Momma for sure. This is going to be awesome!
For as many Thanksgivings as I can remember, our family has made pierogies together. As children we all made them together and as my brothers grew up and moved out I made them alone with my parents. When Michael had his girls, they were taught and joined in the tradition with us. Now I have a daughter and we are teaching her the same as my Bacie taught me.
Cheese are easier to fill than sauerkraut (because it’s so pokey!) but no matter what you fill, it’s important not to overfill because they will come apart when boiled. And the filling of them is only half the art. It’s also important that you wet the rim of the dough and use your fork to not crimp only one side, but both sides of the pierogie. This will ensure that more pierogies make it through the boiling process (though if you ask my dad and brothers, the more noodles, the better). I remember my Bacie teaching me these things.
My job was to fill and crimp. Mark helped me. Michael often rolled out the dough which my mom made. My dad would stand in front of the stove and an open window, cigarette smoke and steam swirling around him, as my mom and he debated again, as they do every year, how many minutes after the pierogies have risen do you then take them out of the pot. As a child, this conversation would end in a phone call to my Bacie, now it ends in someone searching for the recipe and the notes written and crossed out on them over the years.
We all have our own traditions now and I can’t remember the last Christmas we all spent together but I think we all still make pierogies to eat with our families on Christmas Eve at Wigilia after we’ve broken and shared the Christmas wafer (usually a cut out sugar cookie in our house).
Wigilia is my favorite part of Christmas. As a child, I loved setting the extra place setting for the stranger and listening to my father’s stories of looking for the first star in the sky. I love breaking wafer with my loved ones, hugging them and wishing them well. I can remember my parents hugs as they whispered wishes of an amazing new year after a particularly difficult year. I remember the excitement on the years when I was on the precipice of a large life change like graduation, a move or my pregnancy with Olive. I love how we all greedily ate pierogies on the one day a year they were available to eat. And how after dinner, too full to get up and do anything, we sat around and told stories about when my brother’s were little or about my father growing up in Fishtown, Philadelphia. I would sit ay my place at the table, look at the tree in the next room and sleepily dream about the next morning.
Growing up, no one I knew celebrated Wigilia and I loved having this tradition which was so ritualized and special to our family. I hope that Olive grows up feeling the same way. I hope that my family will always be able to join us and that our house is always welcome to friends and strangers at Christmastime.
Woefully overdue for a belly shot. Totally missed the 35-week mark. Technically, I'm 36 weeks and 4 days pregnant here.
This week's challenge was to critique our own photo editing...and redo. I set this shot up several times and played with all kinds of compositions before I settled on one of the simpler ones. I will still be looking for a better background...this bench is too narrow. Without Lightroom I did all my editing in PSE10 including some minor changes in hue and levels and adding a warming filter. I also added two of Kim Klassens textures, Desert and Subtly Yours. I still find it a bit dark along the bottom edge but preferred it to some of my other edits.
Our warm wet weather has the clover in our backyard growing like crazy. It just seems wrong to mow in February (or maybe I'm just lazy!) so it grows on.
For the monochrome theme at 52 in 2013.
To get the full clover goodness, press L and view on black.
Tadpoles in Week 3 - jelly sacs split open or have been under attack from larvae.
They have hatched at different times and some are still little black dots inside their protective jelly sacs whilst others have grown tails and are swimming about.
There is a tadpole in this short clip playing submarines as it learns about buoyancy.
A couple of hard frosts may have taken a toll on the eggs in their jelly sacs.
The 66th Security Forces Squadron hosted several events May 16 through 20 as part of this year's annual National Police Week. National Police Week pays recognition to federal and local law enforcement officers who have lost their lives in the line of duty.
The Maverick Stampede began full speed with the MavsMeet Convocation on Tuesday, Aug. 19, at College Park Center. University leaders and guest speaker deejay Edgar "Shoboy" Sotelo inspired students to do their best in the academic year ahead. The AfterParty provided a fun time before classes started the next day. The Welcome Week extends into September with social gatherings around campus so students canget to know each other and UT Arlington.