I took so many pictures today, sorting through them gave me a headache. Actually it’s my bloody allergies that have given me a headache. Hayfever plagues me EVERY year and no, it didn’t ‘pass’ with my pregnancy. period pains, yes. But not my hay fever.
Anyhoo, despite the strange weather- super hot one minute, cold and dreary the next- and subsequently, our ruined Easter egg hunt, georgie, papa and me had a wonderful time with my family at my parents’ house.
Easter Sunday is coming up which means egg painting has commenced. Sadly I haven’t gotten round to doing it this year but my sister made up for it with yellow and red eggs. The red ones were dyed using beetroots while the yellow ones were made with daisies from her garden. So awesome. I wish i could’ve gone round to her mother-in-law’s, who apparently makes flower prints on hers by wrapping the eggs in tights- or pantyhose. Oh and another natural red dye can be achieved with red onion leaves. of course you need a ton but it is natural. We’re planning an Easter egg hunt too so come Sunday i should have some beautiful pics coming your way.
Should I? Shouldn’t I? papa brought a lollipop home for Georgie. A cherry-flavoured one and i just couldn’t decide whether it was a good idea or not. He’s almost 14 months and has already enjoyed a cupcake and some whipped cream so what would be so wrong with a lollipop? Well nothing I decided so Georgie had his first lollipop a few days ago ….and he was nice enough to share it with papa.
Georgie and I woke up bright and early this morning and headed to the village where my sister and her family were cooking up a gorgeous breakfast. Papa had a late poker night so we let him sleep in while we enjoyed bacon, eggs, toast, cheese and tea!
There is a point in everybody’s life when things change. Life changes. There is a single point when a switch just goes off and you are thrown. This is exactly what I felt like the very next morning Georgie was born. Looking at him I freaked out. Reality hit me hard. I was knackered, mourning the loss of my ab muscles and being helped by a stranger – nurse- into the shower and then into my knickers. But amidst the sore nipples and already sleepless nights I marveled. I marveled at something. Up until that moment I had never experienced such an overwhelming urge of intense feelings for anything. The Alps were impressive and going to New York Fashion Week was beyond real but looking down on this picture of perfection I was gone.