Day 51.

Plum likes...
sleeping on mama and papa
'crawling' adventures on the bed
being nudie
showers
milk
funny faces

Day 50.

Half way, and a two month old Willow.

Day 49.

Possibly the worst day ever.
Out of the blue, Willow decided not to sleep today.
If you don't have a kid, you're thinking, yeah, whatever, no biggie.
If you do have a kid, you probably just shed a tear in sympathy. Thank-you.
Babies are supposed to sleep 18 hours a day. I was only able to get Willow to sleep for 20 minutes at a time, every hour or two. The less sleep she got, the more fucked off she got, and understandably so. 
For anyone out there that thought babies just sleep when they are tired, let this be a lesson to you.
I was beside myself, I googled EVERYTHING. Yes, I was that guy. Extremely ashamed to admit it. 
Alas, no answers were found on google. 
Finally, at about 6pm she properly fell asleep. 
Nothing can wash off a bad day like beautiful friends Molly & George bringing around home made soup and raw chocolate. Love love love you guys xx

Day 48.

Sorry for getting behind, the days have been full.
Freya took these photos of us at little Joni's first birthday today x

Day 47.

We were so unsure about putting this video up, because it makes us look pretty bad, but I swear she loves it !

Day 46.

Somewhere along the way, you grew.

It wasn't noticeable at first. A tiny bit, everyday, while we slept at night, I almost didn't see it happening. Almost.

You're gaining strength to match your spirit. Your plump little body wriggles around in my arms, so eager to see everything around you. It's only when you are soft asleep wrapped up in bed with me that I am reminded of the new sleepy little bundle you were such a short time ago. 

I remember that first moment I saw you, you were placed on my chest while we were still in the operating theatre.

I could hardly move my arms, so i just kept kissing your fingers.

My brain was was running miles trying to catch up with what had happened, that I was no longer pregnant, that you were the same person that had been kicking inside of me, that this was the face of my child. Trying to take in every detail of that face, familiarise myself with it. 

I love you more than I have ever loved anything.

Day 45.

Market haul.
The white seal is for my mum, I'm also particularly fond of the mermaid bottle opener. 
The jacket was a dollar !

All the old school market men were congratulating me on taking such a young baby to the markets, because it's important to "teach 'em young".