Showing posts with label 35 weeks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 35 weeks. Show all posts
Sunday, 2 February 2014
Saturday, 1 February 2014
Fresh air
When my daughter woke up at 7:30 this morning and peeled my eyes open I assumed at first I must be dreaming. A) a lie in? B) is that SUNSHINE?!
Today was marked in my diary as the day I'd attempt taking a few photos of my bump that weren't just me in the mirror with my camera and might be vaguely good enough to hand alongside the handy work of my lovely friend Sarah McKee, who took my shots when I was expecting E. It was also the day at the end of a very wet week so E needed out but despite the sunshine, it was bitterly cold and blustery... So, there's no better place in my mind to tick off all the boxes: Kirby Hall, our local English Heritage property, which I have raved about on le blog before.
Despite the wind we were able to search for the (absent) peacocks, engage in hide and seek, read books about the Tudors, see some birds of prey, chase our shadows in the sunshine and look at moss growing on the urns out in the garden.
I took advantage of my favourite window in Northamptonshire and managed a select few pictures to be proud of, with a better selection of photos being photo-bombed by my toddler.
We'd almost forgotten what blue skies looked like. Almost.
Today was marked in my diary as the day I'd attempt taking a few photos of my bump that weren't just me in the mirror with my camera and might be vaguely good enough to hand alongside the handy work of my lovely friend Sarah McKee, who took my shots when I was expecting E. It was also the day at the end of a very wet week so E needed out but despite the sunshine, it was bitterly cold and blustery... So, there's no better place in my mind to tick off all the boxes: Kirby Hall, our local English Heritage property, which I have raved about on le blog before.
Despite the wind we were able to search for the (absent) peacocks, engage in hide and seek, read books about the Tudors, see some birds of prey, chase our shadows in the sunshine and look at moss growing on the urns out in the garden.
I took advantage of my favourite window in Northamptonshire and managed a select few pictures to be proud of, with a better selection of photos being photo-bombed by my toddler.
We'd almost forgotten what blue skies looked like. Almost.
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