Water (and woodland) colours

It may be winter here in the UK, and it may be pretty damp and cold, but armed with a baby carrier, Saul and I are still able to head out and enjoy the fresh air and winter colours fairly regularly.

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A material matter…

Essentially, both swaddles and muslins are just squares of fabric. They seem pretty unexciting when you’re young, free and single.  Then you become a parent, and these vari-sized squares of fabric suddenly become a major part of your life. Members of the family, almost. Too far? OK. Pets, then.

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Fingerbobs

I discovered by accident that Fig loved it when I put his rattle socks (particularly the flutterbuggle) on my hands and used them as puppets.  So the logical answer?  Get some finger puppets.

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Bridging the Gap

As Fig edges nearer the grand old age of three months, he is starting to grow out of his size 0-3 months clothes, particularly vests. However, he is still some way off fitting the 3-6 month size vests we have for him (although he does fit that size trousers and dungarees, wierdly, suggesting he has long legs, perhaps?)  So today, I went out specifically to find somewhere that either does large 0-3 month vests, or small 3-6 month, that would bridge the gap between the two sizes.

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Rock-a-Thigh baby

Not only do these over-the-knee socks for babies have a great name, but they are winter clothing saviours.

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Winter Sun

‘Going for a walk’ used to be such a simple way to pass the time.  Indeed, it was so simple, it was inevitably prefaced with ‘just’: Honey, I’m just going for a walk.  No longer.

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