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around we go again

Oh so boring, I’m sick again. I can’t seem to think straight enough to write, but I can think straight enough to know that I want to go here. Whether HERE is a real place, I’m not as certain. I haven’t been able to track down the original source, just a title of “Forest Carnival, Romania.” Doesn’t it look so lovely? I’m going to go disappear into sleep, and maybe take a ride or two on the ferris wheel. Feel free to join me.

forest carnival romania

If you know the photo source, pipe up. On the other hand, if you know for certain that there is no such place, please feel free to SHUSH. I’m not so interested in facts at the moment. In fact, I’ve already decided that it’s a special carnival that “rises out of the mists every hundred years for only a day.” (Stolen straight from “Brigadoon,” a favorite film of mine as a “wee lass” – yes, movie reference). Was I the only ten year old who loved that 1954 Gene Kelly musical?  Anyone?

And PLEASE…give me your best remedy for a head cold! I am already hopped up on garlic. It’s probably better that we keep our distance for a day or two more.

gotta love a baby who can jig

hipster baby

Shirt: TODAVÍA VIVO CON MIS PADRES  (translation: I still live with my parents)

From the looks of it, he’s pretty proud too. That’s right. Don’t mind if I do a little jig. Oh Mateo, you little hipster baby.

I think most people know that I take lots of photos of this guy. I used to for sure. For some reason I’ve fallen off, but like I said in my last post…let’s document things! So why am I digging into summer right now? The problem with taking lots of photos is that I haven’t SEEN most of them. I take them, I dump them on a hard drive, and plan  on sorting and editing later. After awhile the task became so monumental, I just left them. I’m starting to sort through the mess and I’ll share photos as I go. It’ll be sharing life out of order, but that’s okay. We’ll be doing lots of that around here.

I found this gem today and although it’s not the best quality photo in the whole wide world, it made me laugh out loud. It’s a keeper and I thought I’d pass along the chuckle.

photo taken: September 1, 2012

a wordy first. or third.

henna blossom intro

Post numbero uno. An introduction.

Of course, here we are – - and it’s actually  my third blog entry. Naturally. Out of order, as usual.

When it comes to putting myself out there, I OVER think. Nothing is ever quite  ready to publish or to show anyone. If I waited until I was “ready” or had something real  to say, or the perfect photo to post, or ha, figured out the correct punctuation for this stream of consciousness, I’m pretty sure another five years would pass. The thing is, I really want some creative space online. It’s a challenge, and that’s what I’m after. I have so many ideas and I want to do so many things, but I need the PUSH. I’ve been meaning to blog since, OH MAN, a long, long time ago. I had a travel blog in 2005 when I first went on an extended trip to Sweden. heja Sverige! Probably shouldn’t call it a travel blog though considering I only made it to two entries. oh. Let’s try this again!

Publishing is good. I tend not to remember what I did yesterday, let alone when Mateo (the little boy) has a little milestone. Let’s document things!

                            . . .

I’m Henna. I’m 30. I’m most comfortable being anonymous in a big city, but I love the idea of adventure far away and I dream about it often. I’m a dreamer, always have been. I’m easily inspired and there are so many things I want to learn. I’m married to Aki (his nickname) who thinks of himself as a problem solver, and I agree. He’s very tenacious, strong and practical, all qualities I admittedly lack every now and again… (Although in a fight, I’ll always win). But sheesh, let’s not begin with a fight. We’re happy. No, not every second, but we’re happy where it counts.

Aki and I grew up in such different settings. He’s from the coast of Croatia. His hometown, Split is 2,000 years old, built around an old Roman palace, lined with palm trees and an hour speed boat away from islands. Sounds nice, right? It’s a lovely place to visit. We live in Chicago, my hometown, where yes, it gets very cold. It’s winter as I’m typing this. Funny though, I have always felt lucky being from Chicago because I can live anywhere (interesting, that is) and I won’t bat an eye at the weather. I also love that we get to wear a full wardrobe, from summer dresses and skimpy sandals to leather boots, scarves, hats and wool coats. Chicago closets are happy.

I’m mama to Mateo, a seriously handsome chubber. That’s a word in our house. He’s a year + 1/2 old and very, very loud. And funny. And cute. So loud. One of the biggest surprises about becoming a mother was that I didn’t change at all. I’m sure I have changed, but I feel exactly me. Maybe it would have been nice, or at least interesting if I magically matured, but there was no magic, and I’ll probably always be “growing up.” I do wear more prints now as a mother, (as in printed patterned clothing), but that’s not really the change people talk about, ha. But for real, as a sidenote: prints are very flattering during pregnancy and very stylish camouflage of the mess that comes with feeding a baby. Take note! Why am I talking about prints?

Okay, I just thought of something; a little change. Whenever an opportunity to make a wish presents, it’ll always be for Mateo first. That’s something. Look at this, online journaling in action!

Alright, so let’s declare things STARTED around here.

Until next time…

little things to smile about on a Monday

It’s Monday. We like Friday better, but here we are nonetheless. Let’s not drag our feet! Who doesn’t like a fresh, new beginning?
let's enjoy the little things | hennablossom

These photos are from the (American Football) Super Bowl weekend. More importantly, the weekend we finally  got some quality snow to play in! This was Mateo’s first real time getting down and dirty in the stuff. Last year he couldn’t even sit up. This year he’s running!

snow baby | hennablossom

Mateo kept making his baby signs for “more, more” snowballs. Here he is looking mighty  proud with his very own.

first snowball mateo final

Snow can be such a pain in the city but OH, I missed it so much this year. It is so beautiful. And you know, there’s nothing like a 17 month old toddler to remind you how much FUN it can be too. Oh man, I LIVED for playing in the snow when I was a kid. One of the biggest perks of being a mom is remembering how much fun it is to play. We forget.

a simple & sweet toddler valentine

I would have posted this ahead of time if I WAS ahead of time, but ha, I thought Valentine’s Day was tomorrow until this morning. I really wanted Mateo to have a cute Valentine’s Day card this year though…so I loved the simple idea of cutting a heart out of an apple. BAM, adorable toddler Valentine.

Simple Toddler Valentine hennablossom

My boy Mateo just shy of 18 months. <3. the “apple” of my eye.

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