My little fashionista

Yesterday, Little Miss decided she would wear her party skirt. And nothing else. All day.

I did persuade her to put on some tights (pink, of course) and a hoodie around 4pm. But she took the hoodie off around 4:15pm.

I can’t believe Little Miss already shows such a preference for or sheer hatred of (in the case of her windproof/waterproof salopettes) certain items of clothing at such a young age. She makes it very clear if she doesn’t like what you’ve chosen, screaming and writhing until either you give up, or you’ve wrestled her into the item in question (usually a two man job). During the summer, I mainly let her choose what she wore, but now the cold weather has really set in, sometimes, you you just have to take charge – for instance, a topless toddler isn’t ideal on days you need to leave the house.

Apparently, Little Miss is quite the girlie girl. She loves her dolls, her tea set, poofy skirts, dressing up and anything pink.

I was a real tomboy. No pink, no skirts, no dresses, nothing remotely girly at all until my mid-teen years, so this is a bit alien to me. I lived in baggy t-shirts and cycling shorts (yes, really) until I was 10. (Even it being the 90s can’t excuse that disregard for style.)

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 I couldn’t get a photo of us both in our skirts – Little Miss wasn’t in a paparazzi mood. 

Compare that to Little Miss basically narrating me getting ready for Blogfest15 on Saturday; “Tights! Tights!” she cried as I pulled on my tights, calling for me to get her’s from the top drawer. I wore a slightly poofy bell shaped red tartan skirt (I’ve moved on from my tomboy years, as you can see). As soon as Little Miss saw it, she disappeared momentarily, before running back with a big smile and a little pink tartan skirt (her favourite).

As I applied my eyeliner, she managed to get her feet in the skirt herself but couldn’t pull it up past her diaper; “Mamiii!” she commanded, shuffling to me and tugging ferociously on my skirt.  I quickly whipped the skirt up over her pj bottoms and the smile on her face was utterly adorable. She stood next to me in the mirror as if to say, “look Mami, we’re the same.”

Bless. I wonder at what age she’ll recognise me as the really badly dressed kid in baseball caps and baggy Rugrats t-shirts in the photo albums and lose all respect for me…

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The Wonder Weeks: Leap 10, AKA, the final frontier

Over the summer (while on my bloggy break), Little Miss completed her tenth and final Wonder Weeks Leap.

It felt so momentous. After sixteen months, we had finally come to the end of our Wonder Weeks journey.

What the hell was I going to do without the app!?

But before we get too caught up in the wasteland of leaplessness, let’s quickly cover off what went on in Leap 10.


Defiant in Italy: I will not go to bed. You can’t make me! Just let me master this step and then I can make my escape…

Sadly, Leap 10, ‘Systems’, hit the weekend Little Miss and I went to Italy to visit my dad, during the heatwave (38 degrees and counting), in a house with no air conditioning or pool……..

Having mastered ‘Principles’ in Leap 9, Leap 10 is all about your toddler’s choice. Choosing to be good, helpful, gentle or rough, patient… or not. And as you progress through Leap 10, your toddler basically learns (chooses) that the only system they fancy abiding by is “the system of me“.

In Leap 9 she realised Daddy and I were different people, different entities. In Leap 10, she masters the concept or ‘you’ and ‘me’, ‘us’ and ‘them’ and boy did Little Miss roll with it. The word, “mine,” came pretty quickly and she would actively exclude either the Other Half or me depending on the activity and her mood.

So how would I sum up Leap 10?

I’m pretty sure all Little Miss thought was, “I WANT POWER!”

But let me elaborate;

  1. Me and my body
    – I have control over my body and things around me.
    – I can do it myself (Little Miss made this clear at every opportunity – and still does).
    – I have my own will (I think Little Miss discovered this one a bit earlier than Leap 10).
    – I can decide for myself.
  2. Naughty at will, just for kicks (tick…)
  3. Your child can console (pleasant silver lining to this leap that actually shone through pretty early on as Little Miss ‘pat pat pat’ – even if aggressively – when we hurt ourselves or appeared sad).
  4. Understands the concept of the extended family and asks about Grandma/Grandpa (yep).
  5. Understands rules of what belongs to whom (and ignores them…..).
  6. Creates drawings that represent something in the real world (this has only just recently appeared at 20 months – they look nothing like Daddy, but she insists that’s what she’s drawing).
  7. Shows an impressive increase in language comprehension and starts to speak more (/ talk back).

And shock horror, but what does the app say? We must all know it by now… There’ll be more crying, more clinginess and more crankiness.


Interestingly, the app also notes that toddlers may have nightmares from this age. Depending on what you read, this could be disputed as apparently they don’t have the imagination until much later for nightmares. However, I disagree. I think Little Miss does indeed have nightmares and since around sixteen months. Whether it’s based on something she’s seen that or imagination is a different question, but we had many nights with Little Miss screaming like I’ve never heard before, gripping your clothes when you went through to her and then screaming again, tears streaming if you left her. That to me could only be explained by nightmares.

The app also warns;

The conflicts and arguments are more intense than ever during this fussy period.

Alas, I can confirm. Little Miss became more like Little Madam, and though on the whole her usual pleasant temperament has returned since then, there is a definite Little Madam streak to her now that wasn’t there prior to Leap 10.

And that’s it. We’re done! The Wonder Weeks is no more for us.

Since it ended, I have missed it. I’ve felt a bit lost at times if Little Miss is having a particularly bad day or week. I find myself reaching for my phone going to check if she’s started a leap then remembering that won’t be the case. She’s just being a toddler.

But we’re muddling through. She’s started nursery, which has helped use up most of her excess energy, meaning our time together is usually more enjoyable as she’s no longer bored with me.

But still, if anyone has any recommendations for books or guidance through the fast approaching Terrible Twos (a step by step guide like The Wonder Weeks would be preferable if possible), then please do let me know. I’m all ears!




A family tradition close to our hearts (and our toes)

Six years ago, the Other Half and I went on our first proper holiday together. We’d already been together a year and we’d been on the Uni ski trip with our friends, but that didn’t really count.

So, we spent all the money we got for our 21st birthdays and splashed out on 12 amazing days in Mauritius (ignoring the part where I got salmonella on a yacht… I digress).

While on this holiday, we took a photo of our feet at sunset. And thus started the ‘Feet Photo’ tradition. Ever since, we’ve taken photos of our feet to remember the holiday.

And in 2014, a third little pair of toes was added to the collection.

These photos are incredibly special to us. When I was pregnant, one of the first things we thought of that started to bring excitement rather than shock and panic was the fact we’d be able to include the baby in our Feet Photos. One day, we’ll own our own place and be able to put these photos up in a frame, telling our family’s story. But for now, they remain in digital format only…

Surprisingly, when I was rebranding the blog over the summer, these photos didn’t inspire our new name. But they certainly helped make it feel like the perfect fit.

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Mauritius, 2010


Courcheval, France, 2011


Val-D’isere, France, 2012


Provence, France, 2012


Megève, France, 2013


Provence, France, 2014


Umbria, Italy, 2014


Surrey, UK, 2015


Umbria, Italy, 2015


Provence, France, 2015


Whitstable, UK, 2015

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Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease: not just for cows

On Tuesday, the Other Half picked Little Miss up from nursery to be told they’d had a confirmed case of Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease and Little Miss was showing symptoms. We needed to book an emergency Doctor’s appointment and she needed to be quarantined for up to two weeks until her symptoms were completely gone as it’s highly contagious.

The OH then called me, relaying the message so I could get the doctor on the phone before they closed that evening. This all sounded very dramatic so naturally, I freaked out a little bit: “HFAM!? Isn’t that the cow disease!? Oh my god! My baby’s going to go insane like cattle!” …

In actual fact, the human strain of HFAM isn’t that bad (in most cases).

It is highly contagious amongst under 5s as they don’t have a strong immune system yet, hence why they need to stay away from people and animals until their symptoms are gone. The virus is passed through bodily fluids (i.e., spit and snot) or poo – all things under 5s simply can’t resist sharing amongst themselves.

The good news is it’s unusual for adults to catch it. The bad news is there’s an outbreak nationwide in the UK at the moment (Autumn 2015) and being a virus, doctors can’t do much; you just have to ride it out. Administer paracetamol for the fever, choose a good movie and hunker down.

Two weeks was a slight exaggeration; usually it’s about 5 days, though in severe cases it can be 7-10.

So what symptoms are you looking out for?

  1. Grey/pinkish spots on the hands, feet, bum/genitals and around the mouth, with ulcers in the mouth and on the tongue. The rash may also appear behind their knees. (But clearly ‘Hand, Foot, Mouth Bum and Behind the Knees Disease’ didn’t quite roll of the tongue the same way…)
  2. Moderate fever with cough and cold like symptoms
  3. Loss of appetite or not wanting to drink anything (the ulcers can be uncomfortable). This is the big watch out as under 5s can become dehydrated quickly if they won’t drink water.

The rash isn’t itchy, but some kids will pick at spots regardless (after all, they’re only human) and in severe cases, the spots can blister towards the end of the incubation period. If this is the case, there is a risk of it becoming impetigo, which needs antibiotics and more time off nursery or school.

For us, the mild fever only really lasted the first day though Tuesday night was tough as Little Miss would only sleep in our arms. We tried bringing her into bed with us but that just seemed a big game, so the OH and I took shifts in the armchair in her room instead through the night.

Despite the lack of fever since then, Little Miss clearly hasn’t been feeling herself. On day two, I took her for a walk to get some fresh air (and freedom – oh how I miss the outside world!) in the woods near our house and within five minutes she had hold of my hand and was marching me home saying, “hom. Mammy hom!”. (That’s ‘Home. Mummy, home.’ to you and I.)

Pretty much unheard of in the 19 months she’s been alive.

Quarantine Day 3: the captivity becomes too much for Little Miss and she turns to drink.*

So, we’re currently on day six of our quarantine – Little Miss still had just two spots on one foot so to be safe, she’s still off nursery. And I’m running out of ideas to keep indoor play interesting. Even if Little Miss isn’t bored of pushing dolly from room to room in the pram and feeding her infinite bottles, I sure as hell am!

I’ve exhausted all my sensory play ideas from ribbons to balloons; there is officially nothing else we can do with a large cardboard box; we’ve coloured, we’ve watched movies… Yesterday I even got her baking for the first time.

Note to self, Little Miss is still a bit young for baking…

If anyone has any ideas for what else we could do to keep indoor play interesting, please do let me know. We’ve still got at least one day to go…

If you think your child may have HFAM, see your GP as soon as possible and avoid contact with other humans or animals until it is confirmed. On behalf of the rest of the world, thank you. 

For more information about Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease, visit the NHS website here.

For more information about Impetigo, visit the NHS website here.  

*NB: Little Miss is drinking milk (of the lactose free variety). Nothing more, nothing less.


“Bitch.” “Happy!”

I think last weekend was one of our best weekends ever.

We’ve been saying we’ll go to Whitstable on the Kent coast for ages and so last week, a bit spur of the moment, we booked our first ever Airbnb (bit ashamed it’s taken us this long really) and on Friday afternoon, we were off, buggy, suitcase and travel cot in tow.

Little Miss had never seen the “bitch” before (and rather unfortunately, it turns out she can’t say ‘beach…). Despite the weather, she was a fan almost immediately; tentatively at first tip toeing up to the tide as it lapped the shore then running head first in the direction of the waves as we chased her down. She was throwing rocks into the surf and searching for crabs in low tide regardless of the 15mph winds nearly knocking her over!

Though to be honest, we should have guessed we were onto a winner with anything that meant her wearing her wellies all weekend!

Being Bonfire weekend, it was also Little Miss’ first experience of fireworks. On Friday night we couldn’t tear her away from the window. She was completely taken with them, crying, “happy!” every time one went off. On Saturday we managed to blag our way into a locals’ bonfire celebration on the bitch, much to Little Miss’ delight. Ever since, every time she hears a bang she points asking, “happy?” very hopefully.

Whitstable is a renowned foodie destination, which suited us well. We’re usually casually strict (if that’s a thing) about Little Miss’ salt-free-very-minimal-sugar diet but as we were on our holidays, we were more relaxed than usual. She got to try raspberry sorbet, had jam on toast most mornings and chips galore. Though we learnt (the hard way) not to show her the chips until after she’s finished the rest of her plate. Whoops! We also discovered Little Miss loves octopus and squid, devouring a plateful on more than one occasion.

I couldn’t choose just one or two moments from this week as we’d had such a lovely time in Whitstable. So here’s a collection of moments from the weekend instead.




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Because who else understands why you might get in the cot with your son at 3am?

When I was pregnant, I knew no-one who had kids or was pregnant – in fact, I didn’t even know anyone who was remotely thinking about starting a family at any point in the near future. In truth, despite being surrounded by a group of incredibly supportive girlfriends, it felt very lonely at times.

The only people who really understood what I was going through was my mum and my mother-in-law, but that wasn’t really the same.

Blogging filled that void a bit. It introduced me to other mums online around the world at the same stage in life and pregnancy to me – some planned, some unplanned like us.

But it wasn’t until we went on an NCT course that things really started to change.

There were five couples on our course; the mums exchanged numbers and started meeting for decaffeinated coffees as we all gradually went on Mat Leave. Suddenly I had someone who was genuinely interested in my dilemma of whether we should get a Bugaboo Bee or Bugaboo Chameleon or to confide in about the latest pregnancy symptom without them squirming in their seats.

But after the babies were born, from around the three months mark, cracks started to show. As lovely as our little group was, we had been thrown together due to circumstance rather than genuinely finding each other because we clicked. One went back to work very early on, one moved to a different part of London, during the summer months we all went on holiday at different times and playgroups paused.

And so the loneliness started to kick in all over again.

But one woman – we’ll call her Van Dam (don’t ask) – and I did remain close despite this. We would walk and talk for hours, attend baby music classes together and sip endless cups of tea (the decaffeinated thing didn’t last long). We would send photos of our girls – who also became quite the partners in crime at times – doing their latest tricks, share articles on sleep regressions and teething tips and also ridiculous Buzzfeed links at 2am to keep each other sane. There was also a lot of poo jokes. She was a keeper.

Around the six month mark, I started Water Babies and met Digital Mum. We started walking to and from swimming together and slowly began meeting beyond the changing room. It turned out that Digital Mum had crossed paths with Van Dam at another class and so our little group began to grow again.

At music, we met another pair of NCT survivors; in between nursery rhymes and hand clapping, we got chatting to Bum (her son has created his own name for her… Which naturally we’ve all adopted too) and The Token Dad, who’s partner, The Illustrated Mum, had returned to work when their son was five months old while he finished his phD. After a few weeks, Van Dam and I got a bit brave and invited them to join us for a coffee after class. This became a treasured Wednesday ritual for many months to come and the rest, as they say, is history.

The Token Dad and Illustrated Mum have since swapped roles while she trains to become a childminder; Bum has now returned to work; Digital Mum fills her time with more volunteering projects than a non-parent could fit into any given week, let alone someone looking after a toddler full time; and Van Dam has moved to Jersey. Yet our Facebook thread is rarely quiet for more than an hour at a time and we’re there for each other through toddler tantrums, sick bugs, squirrel bites (yes, really) and beyond.

Everyone needs their friends.

In a mum’s case, this is to keep you sane through the sleepless nights, food fights and wrestling matches on the changing mat. There is a special bond between mum friends who have seen you in your PJ bottoms with greasy hair and vomit on your shoulder at two in the afternoon or to whom you confide your deepest fears or darkest moments of parenthood too. Who else would understand why you might crawl into the cot with your son at 3am and not judge?

The other week, Van Dam visited from Jersey and so we met for ‘Mummy Mondays’ – sadly not an official London night out but simply drinks on a Monday night for our little mummy gang at a local bar. Near the end of the evening, a good few cocktails in, Van Dam whips out a book of birds… As you do.

Image 8-0Before they moved, her daughter’s room was beautiful. Teal walls with huge dark trees filled with pastel coloured birds flying amongst the branches. (I was always not-so-secretly jealous as we were unable to make Little Miss’ room all that special being in a rented apartment with a double bed our landlord refused to move…)

We were each to pick one bird to stick in our littl’un’s rooms, as a little reminder of our’s and our bambinos’ friendship across the miles.

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I thought this was such a lovely idea that I couldn’t resist sharing our birds in their new homes.

Van Dam even left a bird for the new owners of the house as they’re looking to start a family. May their bird bring Mummy luck in finding mum friends she clicks with, not who just happen to have babies the same age.

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Little Miss learnt a new word this week. “Po-ppy.” (Which she says in this stagnated way every time. This might be my fault as I sounded it out in an exaggerated fashion to be sure she heard the difference between ‘poppy’ and ‘puppy’…)

On Monday en route to nursery, we stopped to buy a poppy from the elderly man selling them at our local tube station. He told us he was a child during the war and sells poppies every year.

Little Miss took a real shine to my poppy and wanted to wear it herself. I slipped it inside her scarf (pin removed) but it didn’t last long. Unfortunately she managed to take it apart and it never returned with her from nursery.

After dropping her off, however, I saw someone else selling poppies, but this time they had silicon bracelets and hair slides. Perfect for Little Miss.

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Little Miss is far to young to understand the importance of these poppies, but The OH and I think it’s important she knows when she is old enough.

This year, The British Legion have launched the #mypoppy campaign, asking why you wear your poppy.

The OH’s Grandad served in WWII, while his Grandma, pregnant with The OH’s Aunt tried to sleep under a mattress under the stairs through the London bombings before he returned home to her in 1945. Our family is lucky; we’re relatively unaffected by the war, with no one serving in the modern military.

But we still wear poppies because if someone chooses to serve in the military and is negatively effected by injury, loss or mental health issues such as post-traumatic stress disorder, they and their families need support to heal and regain normality in their lives. You may not agree with war or the military, but for now, they exist just the same. And service men, woman veterans and their families, often in their darkest hours, need the clinics, services and support The British Legion helps to offer.

So don’t just awkwardly pull out your phone to avoid eye contact with the man shaking a blue tin by the tube exit or pretend you have no change for the woman standing outside the store with a box of poppies. It’s only £1, which to someone out there, could mean getting their life back.

But most of all, when you buy your poppy this year, don’t forget to explain to your children why we wear them.

This post is part of the My Captured Moment linky from Running In Lavender

You can find out more about The Poppy Appeal on the The British Legion’s website, and share your #mypoppy story on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram now. 


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Pumpkins, Pumpkins Everywhere {Book Buddies no. 2}

Little Miss has become completely and utterly pumpkin obsessed.

Last month we received a new book from Parragon titled Pumpkins, Pumpkins Everywhere. She instantly fell in love with it and I think we’ve read it every single day since.

Little Miss even insists on a quick read before nursery… which is really helpful when you’re desperately trying to get her out the door!

I’m ashamed to say I had to hide it for a time a few weeks ago as I just couldn’t face it again.

Growing up in the States, Halloween is a pretty big deal to me. (See Ghost of Halloween Past: 1993.) I have fond memories of trawling the catalogues every autumn (it was before the days of internet shopping, I’m not that young), folding down the pages of my favourite costumes until I’d whittled it down to the perfect outfit. I also remember Trick or Treating and how my mum always made me wear a coat or cardigan over my costume, much to my distain (#stillbitter).

So last year, Little Miss’ first Halloween, I was super excited. And then I was ill. And then Little Miss caught it. And Halloween was a total wash out. *sob*

This year, ironically, we’ve ended up not celebrating Halloween with Little Miss as it falls on a weekend we’d arranged for my mum to take her so we could have some ‘us’ time. So instead, we’re hosting a grown up party (a Halloween tradition I fully intend on installing in our family that the OH doesn’t yet know about…). While it saddens me I won’t spend Halloween with Little Miss, where we live in London isn’t geared up for Trick or Treating and she is still a bit young to truly grasp the concept. 

But, that hasn’t stopped us having some pumpkin family fun all the same.

We took Little Miss to choose her pumpkin(s) at our local grocer’s, which resulted in lots of running around and squealing.

While she was napping, we gutted and carved the pumpkins for her, then refilled them with the innards and placed the carved pieces back in their holes so Little Miss could ‘carve’ them herself when she woke up.

We actually based our pumpkin faces on two from the book; Pumpkin Cheeky and Pumpkin Mad, who Little Miss is particularly fond of. As soon as you turn to that page, her face crumples into a frown exactly like that in the book and she starts shouting, “Ma! Ma!”

Little Miss and our Pumpkin Mad. (Yes, that’s her ‘Mad’ face in photo 2 and signing ‘friends’ on the right to her pumpkins.)

If you’re looking for a Halloween read for toddlers or preschoolers, I cannot recommend this book enough.

Pumpkins, Pumpkins Everywhere has completely captured Little Miss’ imagination. The pages are filled with brightly coloured pictures, following four Trick or Treaters and their pumpkins (all donning different emotions) with simple language.

We have other books that teach ‘happy,’ ‘sad’ and basic emotions but this is the first one Little Miss has shown a true grasp of their meaning with. Her vocabulary has also increased with, ‘cat’, ‘bat’, ‘mad’, ‘cheeky’, ‘toot’ all now featuring within days of picking up this book. She knows what a wolf and spider is and though can’t say either word, she scuttles her hand like a spider on that page and howls like a wolf.

And of course, she is now well aware of pumpkins  – though insists on calling them apples. Of course.

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Ghost of Halloween Past: 1993

In July, 1993, we moved from North London to Atlanta, Georgia, USA. Even though only age four, I was not best pleased.

But in the October, a wonderful thing happened: I discovered Halloween.

In Britain at the time, as far as I was aware, Halloween did not exist. But in the States, oh my. Halloween was every child’s dream.

1993 was the year Disney’s Aladdin was released. So naturally, myself and every other girl in my class wanted to dress up as Jasmine for the class party. I remember this costume so vividly, how excited I was, how amazing I thought I looked, how much the waistband itched; I think I would have lived in this costume if I’d been allowed.

We were also invited to our first family Halloween party. My parents were told that Halloween was even a big deal for the adults and if they didn’t dress up, they’d be frowned upon. So they too dutifully obliged…

Dad thrilled as the prospect of dressing up as you can see, while Mama – her drama background shining through in style! And me, tickling myself with her tail… as you do…

And then finally I was introduced to Trick-or-Treating.

Oh. Em. Gee.

I still have that same pumpkin basket. It must be classed as vintage now, no?

It was a bitterly cold Halloween and my Jasmine costume was filthy after two parties and a Coke spillage. So mom had the brilliant idea of me bundling up and wearing my infamous ‘ducky mac’ and wellies for Trick-or-Treating. Practical, warm and everyone thought I was cute as a button.
We went Treating with some friends, as you do, and to start with I didn’t really know what was going on. I just followed orders to go and ring the bell and hold out my pumpkin for a treat. (Which in hindsight, not the best advice to give small children!) I flew back down the path to where our parents were waiting, grinning from ear to ear, crying, “they gave me sweets!! Look! They just gave me sweets!”

And so it went on. At every house. They just kept giving me sweets!

“they gave me sweets!! Look! They just gave me sweets!”

As you can see, I was rather taken with the whole affair, and slightly buzzed from the sugar.

Looking back at the family photo album from our first year in the States, it’s no wonder I fell in love with Halloween. In my mom’s words, “It was just one party after another!”

And so, to this day, I continue to love Halloween – almost, almost as much as Christmas. When we moved back to the UK (age 11) and Halloween was a sad, sorry shadow of the holiday I grew up with, I continued to insist to carve pumpkins and host a Halloween parties. For me, it’s a tradition and one I hold very close to my heart. And I can already envision the Halloween parties we’ll host in years to come when Little Miss is old enough to understand…

Dressed in my Bridesmaid’s dress from two years before (because I grew that little as a child!) ready for the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra Halloween family performance.


Behind the scenes

Almost every weekend, we take Little Miss for a walk in the woods near our home. Getting lost amongst the trees, down all the hidden paths is  one of our favourite things to do as a family come rain or shine.

Every week, we take our camera and get some beautiful shots of Little Miss. But this week, I thought I’d keep it short and sweet and share one from behind the lens.

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