Silent Seasonal Sunday
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So every time there’s a special occasion and I know I’ll be taking a million photos, I try and get the boys something nice to wear so that they feel special and I also have co-ordinated photos. Calculated, I know, but sometimes you have to do what you have to do to get a nice…
So this weekend I reached the grand old age of thirty-*cough*. I’m still having trouble absorbing that fact myself, and I keep recounting the years on my fingers but sure enough, time and time again, I found that as of Saturday, I was old enough to split myself in half, have both of myselves start…
This is a collaborative post with Moneybox. I’m guessing that at least 100 thoughts a day float through my mind that are related to bits and pieces I need to do for my three boys – things needed to be done immediately, that day,that week, that month…and beyond that it all gets a bit messy. …
When I came to write this second part of my story, I was at a loss as to how to do it. This isn’t a pretty part of the story. It’s been hard to dredge up and tell. Don’t doubt that I’m angry. I’m livid when I look back. Most of all though, I’m mournful. …
…celebrating is exhausting. By midday yesterday, my second little prince was asleep. He looks so tiny now, yet in less than three months, he’ll suddenly blossom before my eyes into a little boy as his baby brother joins us. Our three Musketeers. I’m more than completely in love.
Too cute!