A day late (again) and I didn't take one photo of my little girl. Luckily, Bren did. Yesterday I spent the day away from my baby for the very first time. I left her with Daddy, three bottles of expressed milk and hope in my heart. I checked in when I could and Bren […]
A day late because yesterday was all about Master Luca. So much so that this is the only photo taken of Miss Harlow all day long. This face is just on the precipice of the morph into 'Har-LOCO' – poor little blossom was well over-stimulated with the birthday craziness and toy helicopter flying crashing. But […]
I apologise for the broken record of my heart…but oh, I love this child. Earlier, we took the photos for this post and then she began to get fussy. Seeing that time was ticking away, I was busy trying to get this piece done and published before the madness of dinner and bedtime descended on […]
Little Lady has her very first cold. An inevitable fact of life, and an important lesson for her little immune system, but still, I hate seeing my babies sick. Through the coughing and her husky cries, she can still find a smile for us.* My heart is on fire for this little girl. *Smile […]
13 little weeks, and also, exactly 3 months old today. I'm writing this at 3:42pm so 3 months ago today I was either still with legs in stirrups having some, ahem, repair work done or I was taking my first post-birth shower which is probably the best shower a woman will ever have in her […]
Oh, my little dumpling! How can it be that you are already 12 weeks old? I have been waiting for you for the longest time. For the longest time, I was certain of your place in my life. I just knew you were coming. Your brothers, fiercely beloved to me though they are, shook my […]
This time, I'll let the photo do the talking. Bless.
Harlow Harlowy Harlow Rose Harlow Rosie Harlow Rosiecakes Baby Hi Lo (courtesy of a friend's three-year-old daughter) Baby Lo Little Lady little girl little darlin' little blossom sweetie pop Daughter There is joy in the smallest things; nappies that come packaged in pink cardboard boxes; smiles that chase tears and tears […]
