Once in a while we have a perfect day.
It’s not that I wasn’t working, because I was. Or that the rascal didn’t have her fair share of tantrums, because she did. But somehow, on same days, everything just seems to be happy and joyful.
She busied herself on her play-desk while I got some work done (thanks to the Kidspot Forum for this tip!)
I finally got my replacement lense from Canon. I have missed my portrait lense more than I could possibly say. Once you go 50mm f/1.8 you never go …

I think we are in the midst of a transitional phase. There was a time, not that long ago, when the Munchkin was content for periods of time to play by herself while I got some work done. Those days are gone. Sweet memories!
Now, although she doesn’t necessarily want me to participate in every single activity of the day, for some reason my presence is required to witness said activity. As though, if I wasn’t watching it would be as if it never even happened. In a book I’m reading …

This year I want to get organised. And not just with the big stuff, with all the little details as well. But I suppose if I could get on top of the little stuff, the big stuff would follow. Control freakdom is creepy that way.
Now, my inner perfectionist may be dead, but my inner control freak never dies, she just lies (almost) dormant and often passes judgement on everything.My inner control freak is in league with my inner Virgo, who is often (and easily) enraged by the piles of washing, …

This photo has no relevance to this post, I just think it’s pretty.
I have a love-hate relationship with time. On the one hand I struggle to get my work done, do the housework, cook the meals and run around after a toddler on any given day. On the other hand I find time to read this post at The Bloggess and check it out on google:

I like the second last one – apparently smoking is considered one of the most intriguing behaviours along with dogs eating grass
And then I did …

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