Tag Archives: Moments

Guest post: Absorbing small wonders

Daddy and toddler at the seaI had a surprise email from my husband last week with a guest post on. He’d typed it and sent it to me on the train coming home from work, and it was lovely. As my laptop has travelled to France with us and as we’re enjoying some lovely family time with Scrip, I thought it was apt for this week. I hope it won’t be the last one.

Just as it is for any toddler, going to the park is a mainstay of Scrip’s day.

But when I took Scrip for her usual round on the swings last Sunday, something struck me: the almost complete Continue reading

Saving and sharing photo memories

Lifecake for iPad exampleA big part of my life with Scrip has been capturing moments – as I wrote about earlier this year. I use Instagram, Twitter and Facebook (which isn’t connected to this) as well as blogging. I love writing, but visuals are so powerful and the time goes so quickly – so hardly a day goes by where I don’t take a Continue reading

My best bits

With my return to work looming, I’ve been thinking back over my maternity leave. Never before in my life have I had such an eventful nine months. From uncomfortable attempts to ‘walk (or limp) the baby out’ (she was 10 days overdue) to being admitted after a routine examination without my hospital bag but full of nervous excitement. Then the euphoria on 2nd March, introducing Scrip to her loving family, nervously driving her home for the first time in the dark then a series of firsts, mostly good but some scary: first smile, chuckle, weekend away, trip to A&E, spoonful of baby rice etc.

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It sounds like a cliche (or a bad country song) but we’ve come so far. I clearly remember how terrified I was after those foggy few weeks of paternity leave when I realised it was now time to do it all, every day, on my own. A teary goodbye to my husband at 8am one morning and that was it – Scrip and I were going it alone. My poor sister even had to take some time off work to make sure I didn’t implode. And now, just a few months later, I think nothing of slinging a bag full of nappies in the boot, popping the baby in the car and heading off into the great unknown (aka Kent, to see the in-laws).

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