Saturday, 12 April 2014


I'm working a lot recently. WORKING! Wow. 

I keep saying on here that it's scary and it is. Parenting has defined everything about everything I do, say, go, wear, eat, drink for so long... So long that when I go out there in a capacity I feel like I'm walking around with my flies undone. Like I'm some kind of social baboon and any minute I might completely lose control and spontaneously take my trousers off and start singing "The Wheel on the Bus" whilst swinging a Lamaze rattle around my head.

I haven't... yet. And all the while I'm not doing that I think we can conclude it's going well! Even better if you all could find your way over to my Facebook page and give me a "Like"?! ;)

Also loving this recrop of one of Bow's newborn shots... 

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Watching Her

"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in an direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the only one who'll decide where to go..." Dr Seus, 'Oh, The Places You'll Go!'

She's taking the lead more and more now. She wants to go here, eat this, wear that... It surprises me about four times a day that this once was tiny, fist sucking, dribbly person now has will and preference. I'm prouder of her independence than I am of anything else. I've always enjoyed open spaces but now more than ever, to be able to stand really far back and watch her... 

Saturday, 5 April 2014

A Little Wave Back to My First Time Mummy Self...

Having a second baby has made me do a lot of reflecting back on what it was like to have a first baby. The nerves, the self doubt, the worry and the fudge-ups... And now I'm here in the realms of typically much more laid back round two I have decided I wouldn't change a minute of those worrisome rookie times. I wouldn't un-overthink the correct number of layers she slept in. I wouldn't take back one single of the million glances per evening at the monitor. I wouldn't tell myself to get a grip Googling all the dangers of UV sun-damage that can occur in the shade. And I wouldn't not buy all those overpriced newborn outfits she barely wore.

I wouldn't change any of it because quite often I miss that clucky, tense, over zealous noob mummy. She was so typical. Being her was such a right of passage. She made all the best "remember when" stories...

So on the off chance a first time mum or two stumbles across this... Carry on! You do need another 3 pack of cosy new baby grows (even though there's only really one in the pack you like). It is imperative you change their entire Moses basket bedding set because they dribbled minutely on it. Your baby will probably never recover their physical development if you miss a week of baby yoga.

Dear First-Timer-Me, Dive in noob! You won't regret a second of it and deeper you go the better the stories! Xxx

A few from the week...

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

My First Cake Smash!

So this is Lucas... I did some baby shots of him at about 7 weeks old and here he was last week! A brand new one year old ready to stick his face in cake! :D

We had a great time and I learnt lots. I could easily run away from this photography lark right now and I'm really aware I don't really like being at the lower end of a learning curve. It's even less appealing with little time to work on getting better, especially when I seem to find myself with about a million things I want to do right now. Funny how having babies makes you want to be better...


Sunday, 30 March 2014

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all the mummies out there! We don't do this mummying business for the appreciation but how lovely a little piece of that is on a Sunday in March. 


Thursday, 27 March 2014

Euna Today...

And she just keeps giving me reasons to be prouder and prouder! Today there were no tears at preschool drop off... When I think about how brave and independent this makes her I want to cry! What a little warrior! 

But keep the pouty bottom lip when I leave please Euna... I'm not ready to feel totally unwanted. ;) xxx

Other little anecdotes I want to remember about her right now: she calls Bow "Bow-Bow", she reads books to her dolly, she's obsessed with Winnie the Pooh, she just learnt to draw a tree and an owl, I think her favourite colour is orange and this morning Steve went to get her up and she'd taken off her vest and onesie and by what can only be called a stroke of genius she managed to put her onesie back on inside out and back to front... The vest is still MIA.

Monday, 24 March 2014

Getting Schooled in Preschooling...

After a rocky few unsettled settling in sessions Euna took a big leap today and stayed for her first full morning at preschool. The leaving her was typically horrible. She cried, I put on a brave face, ran home and cried all over a bemused Bow. I doubted our choices about a million times and can say with all confidence that this has been, by far, the least confident I have ever been in a parenting choice.

But oh... Picking her up. Seeing her there on "the mat" with her key worker and the other children, her hair a mess, her clothes and face filthy with orange remnants from snack time, pen and mud all over her hands... All clues of things she's done without me. Mini traces of adventures gone solo. I'm so proud of her and so excited! Here she goes! Here it ALL starts! All the things she's set to do without me and outside the home we've given her.

No one prepared me for the pride I'd feel when she surprised me on this scale for the first time. I almost feel a little guilty for feeling something that felt like doubt in her abilities. Faith must've superseded it or we'd never of left her, but there's a lesson here and it's something to do with dreaming big about her abilities and being led by those dreams so she has opportunities to do herself proud.

This wasn't just another first, it was a new type of first. It's her first step out and the first time I need to trust others with my baby. And by trust that's not in a "please keep her alive whilst I go to the hairdressers" kind of way, this is an ongoing "you will become a constant part of her life and development" so I reallllllllyyyyyyy need to trust you. I'll keep you posted on that, I'm very aware that I am totally intimidated by the prospect of having to speak up if I think something about her care is less than ideal. Maybe it's something to do with this whole situation making me feel like I'm only playing at adulthood. Shouldn't my Mum be taking me to take daughter to play group?

We're learning and moving fast here. Too fast for habitually forward thinking me to anticipate everything, so *excited air punches* for good surprises and *nervous foot shuffles* at things that make me feel like I'm playing pretend mum.


Thursday, 20 March 2014

My Boys

These guys... My guys... Two peas.

It still surprises me almost twice a day that he's a boy and that he's mine. Bit by bit my education in all things boy related is coming along... Brio trains and match box cars have resurfaced from Steve's childhood. It's all so new and exciting! <3

Monday, 17 March 2014

Capturing Those Baby Toes...

Clearly I have a thing for beautiful brand-new tootsies so I thought I'd throw together a few of my favourite little piggies...

And finally... Homegrown... Bow's toes...

Friday, 14 March 2014

4 Months Old

Things I want to remember... He finally doesn't need to be swaddled anymore. Somehow he's still fitting in to his moses basket. He still has the biggest eyes you've ever seen on a baby and smiles constantly. He has a red patch between his eyebrows when he cries. His upper arms are still so skinny. If I sit him on my knees and bounce him whilst reciting my own version of The William Tell Overture (that classical song you always relate to horses galloping) he laughs. He'll rarely sleep in his bouncy chair and still loves his spot between Steve and I on the sofa. He loves being in the wrap carrier. My absolute most favourite thing is when he smiles so hard he scrunches up both arms and legs and squeezes out a squeal. I miss him now he goes to bed before me. And I wish there were more hours in the day just to work out all the things that make him do the scrunch-up-and-squeal-smiles.

And how could you possibly see those baby blues in black and white..? ;)

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Euna's Tiger Tea Party...

"The Tiger Who Came to Tea" is a firm favourite in this house. Euna appears totally convinced that all tigers do is drink tea and is forever holding her own tea parties with her stuffed tigers and I love reading an old retro classic from when I was a kid. So having it as theme for her second birthday party was a no brainer, especially when I found this easy party kit! 

So here's what our version of a tiger tea party looks like...

Oh the negotiations to not have this as her party outfit...

Phew! How she humours me... :D

Party girls ready to go!

 Just add friends...

Suffice to say tiger tea parties make for easy bedtimes. 

Sunday, 9 March 2014

And Two She Turned!

As birthdays go it was textbook. A relaxed family morning. Presents in our pyjamas. Real coffee for big people and Weetabix with candles and paper windmills for the birthday girl. Family and friends gathered for celebrations and I felt very lucky and very proud. 

It's rarely ok as a parent to say out loud I feel proud of myself but, as sadly unpopular a statement as that can make a Mum, I did feel proud. The human being we made and put on this earth is two years in to a life that we have sustained. We've worked hard, made sacrifices, poured our whole hearts in that little soul and I spent a lot of time on her big day looking at her and thinking we did good.

That's why birthdays are such good anchors. We forget the small stuff and take a wider view of that person and our relationship to them. For a child's birthday that means we forget that not all their meals are nutritionally balanced and often they watch too much TV and we remember they're happy and healthy and beautiful and we think about everything we've already showed them about the world.  It was like a little holiday from the day to day guilts about little things and we pitched up with some perspective and thought happily about all we have done and all that they are. Felt wonderful. I had a wonderful day and I can say with the most confidence that I've ever had on a big occasion that Euna also had a bloody brilliant time. 

Here's a few snaps from the morning... A post on her "Tiger Tea Party" is to follow... 


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