Creating Memories

Over the past few weeks I fell quite behind with Practising Simplicity's 52 Project. I nearly threw in the towel completely with the whole thing as I thought it would be ridiculous to try and catch up, but then I thought again (I know, right? So much thinking for one day) and realised how wonderful it will be to have this collection of weekly photos for us to look back on with Finley and share all the fun and funny memories.

So here it goes... 4 weeks' worth of photos. Enjoy!

"A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2016"

- 7/52 -

The little bathtime dinosaur. Every night after bathtime mummy wraps you in this towel and takes you out to to daddy who roars at you and you think is the funniest thing in the world! Soon you will start roaring back, I'm sure!

- 8/52 -

Your first time finger painting. I think you have the potential to be a great artist, once you stop painting your face and eating the paper. Unless that's part of your process?

- 9/52 -

Time to try out swings with mummy and Grandy. Like most little sprogs you find these swing contraptions oddly fascinating and immensely fun!

- 10/52 -

This week you discovered you could climb into things and eat melon with no hands. Winning!

The 52 Project by Practising Simplicity 

Rediscovering the Classics

I forgot just how much I enjoyed the classic and timeless works of Beatrix Potter as a child. In the last few days I've been rediscovery some childhood favourites with my son, Finley.

My mum and dad have been looking after Finn a couple of days a week as I make the slow transition to a working mum. When I went over there yesterday evening to collect him, on the kitchen bench was a copy of "The Tale of Peter Rabbit" and "The Tale of Jeremy Fisher". I could not resist picking them up and reading them aloud to my boy before bed.

I felt so much love and happiness rediscovering these childhood faves and could almost tell Peter Rabbit's tale by heart from the amount of times it was read to me by my mum, Finley's Nana (who now reads it to him). It brings a big fat happy nostalgic tear to my eye.

I can highly recommend picking up an old childhood favourite and enjoying the warm fuzzies as you reacquaint yourself with its pages.

Have a lovely week, my friends!