The Innocent Joy of Being Two {The Ordinary Moments #10}

Joy of being two trespass waterproof in spring

When I had Eva I remember that with each stage I would think oh this is the best. These newborn cuddles, those first giggles, the cute little walk, the way she mispronounced words, right to going on cinema and coffee dates together. Continue reading →

One Photo And The Reality Of Growing Up {The Ordinary Moments #5}

 

 

Growing up 6 year old portraitDo you ever take a photo that just stops you in your tracks? I take so many photos that I must admit sometimes I load them onto the computer and don’t really look at them until later. I mean really look at them, open them up and study every little detail. Stare at them and soak in what the photo is telling me. Continue reading →

The Little White Highchair {The Ordinary Moments #2}

Ikea white Highchair Antilop

When you first have a baby there is so much stuff that you need. And so much you don’t need, but you think you need, and everyone else has (and also realise they don’t need but they don’t tell you that because, well who knows, because they bought it so why shouldn’t you?!) Continue reading →

We’re Finally Getting Sleep {The Ordinary Moments #39}

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Ok so the title is slightly misplaced as I haven’t been very well with my chest the last couple of weeks so I haven’t been sleeping much at all. I’m in the bleary eyed state of a mama with a newborn and the tell tale sting in my eyes. However, everybody else is finally getting some sleep! Continue reading →

No More Milk Please {The Ordinary Moments #38}

eva at 5 in bedroom with books and milk

As a mother I am used to things changing. In that very first moment that I set eyes on my baby girl and held her close to my chest everything changed and since then, it’s pretty constant. No sooner have they (and you) settled into one phase than its time for the next. When I think I have got something nailed they decide otherwise, to change the rules and that that is not the way to handle it anymore. From cluster feeding as a baby, the way I would wind them over my shoulder, the way they like to sleep and when, all the way up to how they like to style their hair or what their favourite book is.  Continue reading →