The one with the busy people

28 November 2017

 July 2016
November 2017

The one when we go away

25 November 2017

The one with the weirdest place for coffee

21 November 2017

The one with brothers

The one with the guardian angel

07 November 2017

The one with the winter coming

04 November 2017

The one with the early spring pregnancy

The one with the autumn pregnancy or the power of mothers

The one with September moments

16 October 2017

The one with Dominika in the new city

04 October 2017

The one with the backpack for Maddox

27 September 2017

The one with some ordinary lava jumping

04 September 2017

The one with webpage shots for V.

The one with Darby and Eliot

19 July 2017

It took me over a year to post photos of Darby pregnant with Eliot. It was too hard to look at Darby, glowing with joy and to remember Eliot jumping like crazy in her belly as this beautiful pregnancy turned out to be the only time we had with Eliot. He never got to know the world outside his safe home under Darby's heart and we have missed him every playdate, every meet-up in the park and every kids birthday party.
I'm not very good with words but I know someone who is:
"I’ve known some of the ladies here today quite a long time… We met after having our first children, sipping coffee & Prosecco, while rolling with our prams around the city. Some of us then went on to have second children, some of whom are here today. Eliot is our first second wave baby. He was supposed to spearhead the babbling, the rolling, the crawling. Darby was going to be the first one not to sleep again, to deal with the hecticness of toddlerdom and newborn-doom, to carry Eliot when we had our night’s out, much to Ana’s chagrin. But he wasn’t there and we’ve felt a huge void in our midst.
At first a dark, all-consuming, scary void.
But with time, things have changed.
Darby has chosen to share her grief process very openly and this means that, during the last year, Eliot has been with us every step of the way. Last year’s joys have been more sharp precisely because of his absence. He has brought into focus the joy of non-stop parenthood: even when it’s hard, even when it’s challenging, even when it’s exhausting… Because mothering might be hard, but it´s harder to mother a shooting star.
Darby, you asked me to talk about Eliot, but I cannot do that without talking about you. You are the lens through which we’ve got to know him. You were Eliot’s vessel and now you are the keeper of his soul. I think this is what has made you bloom into an amazing, dedicated, loving Doula.
Every moment you decide to keep on going, Eliot shines more brightly.
Every day you spend with us, every memory you chose to share, every happy or sorrowful moment when you decide to bring us into your confidence, to laugh or to contemplate, Eliot brings us closer together. 
We were friends but Eliot made us family."
Malui, Eliot's first birthday

The one with Neufahrn morning present

The one with my personal top 14 from the 365 project

The one when 365 is finally over

I made it! I even have two more since yet again I got numbers wrong. Happy I did it (but never again). Oh, what a year that was! 

The one with the long shadows

The one with the first day of summer

23 June 2017

The one with the meditation bracelets


31 May 2017

grand finale for real this time. 
ufff, summary comes soon, for now author (and fat boy) are signing off




28 May 2017

this is how it's done!
















13 May 2017

duplo macabre




10 May 2017

feel proud today! not only I made this fat baby and kept him alive (and well fed) for 8 whole months but also I finished reupholstering our old armchair.