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Satsuma
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Verdict: not sure, but keen to try more
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I think we're a way off steak dinners
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This afternoon we conquered the garden
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Wardrobe malfunction
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Not yet, but soon...
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Finished
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Siesta
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iPhone front camera works well as tummy time distraction toy
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She sleeps with the fishes
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Cheeky & stripy: her father's daughter
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Fifteen weeks, and a proper little charming, cheeky character
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Someone is far too awake. Hint: it's not me.
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Tiny rueful pirate reflects on a life of plunder
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Twelve weeks old precisely
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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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Fan + windmill is entertaining (for five minutes)
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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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The only place to nap, apparently
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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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We both need a nap
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8 weeks old, to the minute
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The eyelashes get longer every day
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Tiring business, being 7 weeks old
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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!