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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: a moment of stillness before she runs off to explore   Percy: so sweet and smiley in his brand new [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: she’s been pushing buttons. Lots of buttons.   Percy: everyone says he looks like me but at times, [...]

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“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015” Che: rarely is there a moment when he doesn’t have a book in his hand. He turns 8 in September…where did all [...]

on being a new mum

this little chair allows Poet to reach the high door handles / birthday flowers from my man / it’s tiring work being so small / domesticity for little people (and one of the very best [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: day old pigtails and her favourite dress, looking very Anne of Green Gables as she picks clover in the [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: dancing, again. There’s no denying that she’s been a bit sad about my attention being [...]

the fourth trimester

the last of the blooms from congratulatory bouquets  You would think that typing one-handed whilst breastfeeding is a little like riding a bike; once learned, the skill is yours for life. [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: sometimes being a big sister is exhausting, especially when you have to wait your turn.   Percy: his [...]