Since I’m a total slack in updating these days…weeks…months…OK, years, I’ve added my Instagram feed on the top menu. In case someone still wanders around these digital pages, scouring for pictures.
I’m still taking my camera out on occasion, I’ve just been really horrible in actually getting it out over to the PC and converting it to a readable format; let alone uploading it on Flickr or here to slap it into a blog entry.
I’ve been preoccupied lately with trying to resurrect my headspace into some semblance of life again, baby brain and all; and on a whim, picked up a handful of heavily discounted courses in C# coding and Unity programming on Udemy.
As I progress with the respective lessons, I’m thinking I’m just way over my head here, but hey, I can say I tried, right?
I’m in the slow and painful process of trying to piece together a simple match three game for mobiles (alongside an instructor, of course), so here’s hoping that at least something will come out of this silly endeavour.
Yes, it’s true! I’ve been blessed by a fourth child, and a third daughter, on April the 8th in the evening. State hospital this time, the Al-Sabah Maternity Hospital in Shuwaikh – not something I’d love to repeat for sure, but nothing to spit at either. Very…medicated. But the staff was great. Although, I’m kind of hoping that this shop is closed now – I am really, really bad at the baby stages, and I’ve grown too old to manage the hourly waking calls in the night now. Like, really. I feel absolutely b-r-o-k-e-n every time LJ starts to whimper for food in the night. And she whimpers a lot. I’ve decided to go full on formula this time around. The breastfeeding battle was short and painful (as it always is with me), and I’m still eaten away by mummy guilt; however for the sake of the (literal) sanity of me and the baby’s, it’s for the better. It just brings too much anxiety and depressive thoughs in my case, and I had quite enough of one battle with PND; no need for a repeat. It can get ugly. Formula is expensive and fussier for sure…but happy mother, happy child, no? I’d just be happy if random people stopped (both accidentaly and on purpose) guilt-tripping me about it.
(Yes, I’m talking about you, dear husband! 37! Wow.) Had a lovely walk and a lunch at Marina today, although my husband didn’t seem to enjoy it just on the same level as we did. I reckon it could be the fact he gets there more often than us. Snapped few pics, most of them blurry – imagine trying to stand still to have it sharp, but there’s always someone poking you and pushing you. That was Maryam, most of the time. Moving objects the second half of the attempts. But few are quite all right. First and foremost, I’ve finally managed to catch how scaffolding looks like in Kuwait. I’ve seen a worker slip on one of these and manage not to fall down by catching one of the wooden “pipes” while slipping, so he hung down but didn’t get hurt. Mostly, it looks exactly like this – as a pile of matches randomly tied together; and more often than not they have no wooden palettes to walk on either. Adrenaline much. Injuries probably more. The rest of the photos are more in the happy field, though. The last one depicts rather nicely autumn weather in Kuwait. Heat, and sandstorms. Now we’re at the “almost winter” stage, where it still can get up to 30 degrees during the day, but can go as low as 8 in the night. We blew some serious money on this year’s winter wardrobe for kids there at Marina. Seriously; why does a sweater for 6 months old baby cost the same as mine?! You can’t tell me it is the same amount of material. I am not the 6 months old to believe so.
I had to disable comments (not that I had many, but anyway), as the spam problem just grew from big to enormous. So comment you shall, but only logged in through Facebook. I’ve probably finished the house we’re supposed to build, its model that is; in Google Sketch Up, and than found out, 3Ds Max might’ve been better choice, so I am currently busy soaking up hours of tutorials on proper work in there. The V-Ray is better there for sure. Maryooma is in a hurry and at seven months crawls on all four with no hesitation and started to kneel and stand up. Sitting is still not interesting enough to try it out, either. Dear husband is leaving us in 2 days for a holiday in Italy, where he’s gonna relax his chops and mind from the crazy family – while I’ll probably just run completely nuts.