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 [...]

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. [...]

babymoon

Everything smells like milk. Precious and fleeting, these newborn days roll into each other as Percy slowly unfurls. We spent his first week in bed and while he slept I drank tea and ate cake; [...]

waiting

…in our own way we are all waiting. Earlier this week I had a sudden urge to have some late-late-pregnancy photos taken. Thankfully, Lamb & Fox lives close by. See you on the flipside [...]

simple play

By some kind of miracle I managed to fall asleep before midnight last night and yet I was wide awake again come 2:30am. Strange sleep patterns are perfectly fine during the holidays but now that [...]

essentials for baby

I’m not one for gadgets or excess baby paraphernalia. In fact, I think many first time parents get sucked in by long lists of must-haves, only to realise that so much of it is unnecessary. [...]

52/52

“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: if I can’t find her in the house I know exactly where she is; pottering in our garden.   And just like [...]