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Just realized that with everything that's been going on, we hadn't yet got a photo of the three of us. The midwife obliged at Erin's 12 day check. Yay little family!
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How I spent the morning
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A fractious afternoon
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Tiring business, being 7 weeks old
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The eyelashes get longer every day
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8 weeks old, to the minute
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Work in progress
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Un entente cordial
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We both need a nap
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We went for a long walk. Well, I did the walking; Erin mainly looked after the napping end of things
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How many patterns can one infant wear?
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The only place to nap, apparently
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On reflection, the sunhat may be a tad big
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First successful baking + baby session. She just gurgled and stared at toys on the bouncy chair arch while I whipped up a batch of sea-salted chocolate chip cookies. Yay!
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Fan + windmill is entertaining (for five minutes)
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Unexpected use for front-facing camera on iPhone: checking whether baby clinging to my shoulder is asleep
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Like mother, like daughter. I think the stripe gene is pretty strong in our family.
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Isn't it a lovely day to be caught in the rain?
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Brighton. Nearly midsummer.
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Tiny rueful pirate reflects on a life of plunder
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Erin drooling on her new bespoke dribble covers for the baby carrier straps, handmade by the lovely @paulineyau. Thank you!
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A month ago, she was bald
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Stripes
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Someone is far too awake. Hint: it's not me.
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Don't be fooled - this was only a micronap
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Fifteen weeks, and a proper little charming, cheeky character
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Cheeky & stripy: her father's daughter
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She sleeps with the fishes
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The prisoner plots her escape
