These guys love each other. No really. They love each other.
(Baby T is like houdini...his feet and legs keep escaping his babygro's!)
I cannot even begin to understand their relationship. Ok, I have a sister but she is eight years older than me. That is a massive age gap! I loved it regardless. It was a bit like having a cooler version of my mum who I knew would always look after me or who I could go to if I didn't want to go to my parents. It wasn't like having someone to play with though. Well, it was, but there was always an air of sensible about it too! My sister felt responsible for me in some ways so we couldn't be partners in crime. She was actually worse than my parents for worrying about me!
These two however...already got their own communication going on! Giggles a plenty if one of them is being cheeky...
Last Weekend we had a bit of an indulgent one...a trip to the ice cream farm on saturday followed by homemade pizza and chocolate cake on sunday. There was (and still is) a pizzeria at the top of my old road called Francesca's and they sold the best parma ham and rocket pizza ever; it was the height of indulgence to two 20 year olds, washed down with a san pelligrino, garlic bread and tub of feta and olives.
For some reason this pizza was all I could think about all week...come sunday it had to be made so A and I set about doing just that. However, as usual, the camera got shoved out the way as we got inolved so they aren't really many pictures of the process...
I've a confession to make...I'm obsessed with my babies when they are asleep.
I have too many shots of them snoozing...on me, on the couch, in the car, when they are poorly, at nap time, at bed time, night before birthday times, christmas eves...ANY excuse and I'm there. It might also have something to do with the fact that when they are asleep my hands are finally free for the camera!
There is just something about the rise and fall of their tiny chests. Their pursed lips that gently smile when I stroke their cheek. Their gentle sighs as I kiss their soft heads and their fingers clasped tightly around their soft friends. It just gets me. Everytime. Unbelievably peaceful. Completely at rest.
I'm sorry I have to check you ten times a night guys just to watch you dreaming...
Alright, I know this is oooooooo 8 and a bit months overdue, but nonetheless here it is. The little mans arrival. Baby T. 'Mate' as A calls him. The mose edible baby around as far as I'm concerned these days.
To be fair on the little guy he didn't have the best announcement that he was arriving in the first place, nevermind his arrival being recorded 8 months after the event! Baba T was unexpected to say the least. Not in a 'oh aren't we silly but we knew what would happen' kind of way. More in a 'You're ovaries are full to capacity with cysts of the polycystic variety and future children may be a stuggle for you' kind of way. but that's for another post.
I struggled with SPD from about 5 months into the pregnancy and despite the lack of mobility and chronic pain was appeased by the assurances of an easier birth due to all my joints being SO relaxed. Little did I know just how easy it would be!