What are you good at?

If you ask me, I'm not good at anything. Some people are good at drawing , singing, dancing, what ever. I don't have this kind of skills. Any of them. And how I wish I could say I'm good at doing this or that. But when I think about it, I go blank. I'm lacking of talent. Im not asking pity. And my mom will sure tell me that I'm good at everything. But I don't have special talent. Or at least I haven't found it yet.

I had this conversation with Mr. C the other day. I ask him to tell me what I am good at. He said
'you are good at making your nail polish'. Last time I wore nail polish was in July. I think. But Mr. C is also good at making he's nails.

Next he said I'm good at making my make up. On a good day I wear mascara. On a good day. Usually I don't even do that. Tho, I remembered my little brother asked me to do make up on him few years ago. And I did. Not sure you can put this in the talent box.

Then Mr. C remembered I'm a mother. And told me I'm the best mom for Baby James. This I will not deny completely. As every mom, I have the cutest and best baby in the world.

So what can you count as a talent? What are you good at? What could be my hidden talent? And where is it hiding?
But now, while its hiding, lets go and enjoy the pizza Friday.

And yes. I got the hint. I should fix myself a bit more.

"You should do something"

This is how I started my blog. Mr. C told me I should do something. In encouraging, supportive way. Not in the "you never do anything" way. I am a mom to two month old Baby James, I have something to do. But to do something for myself.  And then I got it last Sunday morning. I should do something. I should write a blog. So here I am, doing something. But first let me introduce these two to you:

                                                                        Mr. C and Baby James

Picture is taken few weeks back on our first family picnic at the beach

We are a family of three living in Mallorca. Mr. C is from here but half Swedish. I am Finnish and moved here last October. Mr. C came to pick me up from Finland, I call it real love.

Packed the car and drove from Finland to Mallorca. Took five days. Four days more what it took him to drive alone from Mallorca to Finland...

And here, this is me. 

I met Mr. C first time in 2013 when I came to work in Mallorca. I felt in love with the island right away (with Mr. C bit later). So it is a dream come true that I am now able to live here permanently. I was already pregnant when I moved here in October and since then I have stayed home. And this is what worried Mr. C, that I would get bored here. Many times he said to me you should do something, many times I asked like what? And many times he asked me don't you want to do something and again I said like what? And then suddenly I got this idea. To have a blog about our family. 

Welcome to follow our life!