Want beautiful family portraits? Learn how to use your camera in our free course!
…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.
This past weekend my parents were home from Mexico and visiting us to celebrate the boys’ birthdays. After giving the boys the coolest t-shirts and holiday gifts ever (more on those later), and handing over some super hot, hot pepper sauce to me and Dadda, on Saturday we blew out the candles on Jensen and…
I feel so grown up – I finally have a cheeseboard! I have to share it because it’s possibly the cutest, sweetest cheeseboard ever, from Treat Republic. The board is chunky, slides apart, and there are three cheese tools – I’ve no idea what their names are, but my nephew thought this was a secret…
Pre-parenthood, Sunday mornings were textbook easy. Sure, we had to let the huskies out in the the garden and eventually take them for a walk, but they really didn’t care if we read newspapers in bed, drank cups of tea and took our good old time in getting up. Now, there’s no tea in bed…
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 weekend was exhausting. By the time we were travelling back from the Midlands, trundling down the motorway at 11pm with the boys strapped into their seats and slumbering away, I felt like my eyelids were weighing me to the floor. On Saturday alone, by the end of the day – which began at 5.30…
