Hello there, I've missed you

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Hello lovely readers - if there are any of you still here. Sorry for the silence. I can't believe I have been away from here for almost two months! I have missed it and will now attempt to play catch up with my weekly portrait posts. (You know how the longer you leave something, the harder it is... Yip, that's where I am right now so I need to just jump in).

I blame it (mostly) on the fact that I have been working on Rock-a-Baby, a fair from moms and babes which took place in Braamfontein at the end of September. Putting this fair together was a full time job, done so with babes on hips and during nap times and night times and basically any free time I could find. I'm pleased to say the fair was a success (people actually came and bought stuff!) and was worth all the effort we put in to it. Here are some pics of the day, taken by Lauren Kim Photography. Follow us on Facebook for more photos and updates.


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

I'm also talking about nostalgia. The speed at which babies grow and change means it's always lurking there - fresh nostalgia just beneath the surface of a smile.

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Tuesday, August 5, 2014

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2014 (1 year and 1 week - 53 weeks)
The light of my lives.


Tuesday, July 29, 2014

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2014 (52 weeks)

I've been finding it hard to write this post, the one on your fifty second week, on you becoming a full year. I can't express all the love I have for you. I tell you it's more than all the stars in all the sky. But that still doesn't quite capture the wholeness of what I feel, the way I am tangled up in you like the sun's light is with the moon. I hope that you will always know how much you are loved, through the million kisses I plant all over your tiny bodies, through the way I hold you close to me and stroke your wispy hair, through the way your laugh makes me laugh, and through the way I watch you in awe. May my love always embrace you, comfort you and ground you like roots into the earth so that you may soar. 

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Thursday, July 24, 2014

Florence Willow, 11 months

I bumped into my neighbor as I got into our apartment block lift. He's an eccentric old fellow, slightly reminiscent of father Christmas with his rotund belly and large beard.

Neighbor: How are the girls?
Me (with a baby on each hip): They are doing really well thanks.
Neighbor (to the girls): Well I hope you stop teething soon so your crying stops waking your mother up at night
Me: !!!



Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2014 (51 weeks)

In the week leading up to your first birthday I've been thinking abut how you make time speed up. It is because every moment is full. Babies make you live in the present. The now. The newness of it. The busyness of it. Daily projects are short term - change two babies, feed lunch to two babies, bath two babies, get two babies dressed - within the grand life work of bringing up children. The future is palatable every day, a glimpse of the girl Anna will become from a photograph I snapped, the walking phase from Florence's standing practice. It accelerates time. I try and hold on as I can't fight the instant nostalgia that envelopes me as I now have to breathe in really deeply to smell catch that baby smell that's probably more in my mind than on dewy skin. Yet, at the same time I am delighting in the new now. The new present and the wonders that this day, at this stage, in this season bring.


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

A portrait of my babes once a week in 2014 (50 weeks) - Florence Willow (top) and Anna Clementine (bottom)

The dimples on your chubby baby hands in place of knuckles. Little thumbs that are oddly grown-up. The soft valleys of the back of your necks. Padded flat feet. Ice-cream twirls of belly buttons. Soft down wisps of hair. The longest eyelashes which lengthen when glistening wet with recent tears. Eyelids that give in to sleep. The gentlest touch of hands against my breast as you feed. The twirling of my hair in your fingers. Florence's crinkled nose that finishes off her smile and Anna's lips pursed with eagerness. The weight of you in my arms - that wonderful baby weight. Oh and the sound of your laugh. It's these little things which full me with wonder. 
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