October 2017 | Rosy Cheeks & Muddy Feet


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It's been a while since I picked up a proper camera to take photos of the kids. Mine has been on the fritz and rather than try and figure out what the problem was, it was much easier just to turn to my phone to take photos of those little moments during the day.

I have digital album upon album of James. All nearly organised, shared on Facebook, for every month of his life up until he was three years old. Then I fell pregnant with Emilie and life got even crazier. Add a third child into the mix and poor Henry is lucky that I even remember to take a photo of him! Gone are the days of my monthly albums. I've slacked off and truth be told, I'm kicking myself for it.

This past weekend I borrowed my sister all singing all dancing Nikon D7000 and instantly fell in love with it. It would be an understatement to say that I went slightly OTT with photos the past few days..

I think it's definitely time I fixed my camera and started using it again. With subjects as cute as this to photograph I'd be stupid not to... :) 



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And just like that he's One.. 

It's crazy to think that already twelve months have passed since Henry came into this world. Time seems to speed up when you have a newborn and it feels like just moments ago that I was holding my six pound baby. Now here is is, twenty-two pounds, babbling away and taking his first steps. 

It's taken me three children but I think I've finally found my stride as a Mum. I'm more patient this time around. More forgiving of myself. Better able to tolerate the sleepless nights. I know that this phase won't last forever. With James & Emilie I was so hellbent on routines & structure, worrying about every little thing. I'm more laid back this time. We still have a routine. We still like structure. We just have a calmer Mum this time around. Those midnight cuddles won't be on offer in years to come. Those cries in the middle of the night where all he wants is me will one day stop. When you look at the big picture rather than the moment, it puts it all in perspective. 

His birthday was spent with friends & family celebrating him. It's been a year of firsts. A year of gummy smiles, sleepless nights, messes & memories. A year of tears and tantrums, some from him, some from me. Reflux & dairy intolerance. First words and first steps. Six teeth and twelve months of breastfeeding. The first birthday is a big milestone. A turbulent year where everything shifts and changes but I wouldn't change a moment of it. 

I love this age. It's always been my favourite. Everything to him is new and fascinating and it seems like he learns something new each day. Two weeks ago Henry took his first steps and each day he takes a few more. He's climbing all over the sofas now. He still only says "Mama" & 'Uh-Oh" but I have a sneaking suspicion that once he's mastered the walking, he'll move on to the talking. He has the cutest laugh but quite the temper. A bubble bath is the cure to any of his bad moods. He adores his big brother and sister. I think the feeling is mutual :)

Happy 1st birthday Henry! 

As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was about to begin... 

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