My oldest friend Jamey, and her little girl Mia, taken by my Mum and emailed to me, as I haven't got to see her yet.
Just the thought of her is making me feel broody, odd as I am totally tired from daughter number one having a hissy fit between 3 and 4 am last night, and this time last year I had yet to have a full night sleep with Maisy, who held out until she was 13 months before sleeping through.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 09, 2009
We drove to a field Joel had seen full of poppies, we walked down the dirt track but only a few poppies were still in flower. Poppy brought some "friends" with her, and wore her new gold shoes she picked herself! not quite my style, but they manage to look quite cool with some outfits. The light was real strange, just as we headed back to the car there was a huge downpour, which only last a couple of minutes.
Maisy and Daddy coming over the hill, on our way back to the car.
This is right where we live, and was our early walk, we got back home by 9.30am, which may not count as early to you, but for Joel it certainly was. Joel had the camera and would let me have it as they wandered off hand in hand, I was desperate and kept telling to take the shot. However I edited them when we got home, cropped this one so they were in the corner, and faded the colour a little to give that old style look, then I saw he'd uploaded it to a photography site and taken full credit the cheeky so & so.
Maisy and Daddy coming over the hill, on our way back to the car.
This is right where we live, and was our early walk, we got back home by 9.30am, which may not count as early to you, but for Joel it certainly was. Joel had the camera and would let me have it as they wandered off hand in hand, I was desperate and kept telling to take the shot. However I edited them when we got home, cropped this one so they were in the corner, and faded the colour a little to give that old style look, then I saw he'd uploaded it to a photography site and taken full credit the cheeky so & so.
Memories are made of this, and seeing as we probably won't have any pictures of me screaming at them to pick up the blasted marbles, hopefully it will be these moment we all remember.
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