a letter to another me

I've been thinking a lot lately
about how much has changed in a year.
I guess it's natural
with a certain little boy fast approaching his first birthday.

It's so hard now to imagine my life before him.
Or even to imagine my life before I was pregnant with him.
She seems like a different girl some how.

So what would l tell her
if I could explain to her all that I know now. . .



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inspired - smash cake


In case you're new to 'inspired'
it's a linky which runs every Monday
and is all about sharing some things you have seen
which have inspired you.

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{one beautiful year} our week in photos

sunday
tired eyes and mummy cuddles


monday
kitchen floor picnic


tuesday
"oh mummy, you're so funny"

wednesday
dude


thursday
just chillin'


friday
a new friend


saturday
my two best boys
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my favourite photo in january


It was really hard to pick just one favourite photo for this month.
Because I started One Beautiful Year this month
and have been taking and posting a photo a day since January 1st,
I've got so many more photos to choose from.


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pretty.little.things - going home outfit


and 
are so excited to bring you the first ever
pretty.little.things
linky.

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a birth story - part thirteen


In my birth story so far...

more than 24 hours after it all started
I've given up being brave
and given up on my natural labour with limited pain relief.
I've been transferred from the smaller maternity hospital
to the big maternity unit at the main hospital in the next town.
I've had an epidural
and I've regained myself
after hours of being lost in pain and panic.

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your fiftieth week


You continued your race towards you first birthday.

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love and marriage


I love marriage.
I'm a real advocate of it.
And I read something recently that really got me thinking about marriage.

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inspired - words


It shouldn't really come as a surprise
that someone who spends a large amount of their free time writing a blog
would quite like words.
When you enjoy writing words are beautiful things.

Words can be powerful.
They can bring you to tears
and make you laugh
or do both at the same time.
And I for one, find words really inspirational.

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{one beautiful year} - our week in photos

sunday

fun in a bucket


monday
wakey wakey, rise and shine


tuesday
my cat likes to hide in boxes


wednesday
snuggly bedtimes


thursday
test drive


friday
a little king on his throne


saturday
top banana


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feet


One of the first things my husband asked as our son was born was that traditional question;
"ten fingers and ten toes?"
Because that is your first indicator that all is well,
all is fine
and your baby is in fact perfect.


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pretty.little.things


I love all of the little guys clothes.
That boy has a bigger and better wardrobe than me.
Not that I mind
because baby clothes are just so miniature
and so darn cute.

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a birth story - part twelve


had travelled so far from my ideal plan
that it was crazy.

More than 24 hours after my water broke
things aren't progressing as they should.
I've been having to fight the urge to push for eight whole hours.
Exhasuted, drained and in agony,
I've made the decision to transfer to the main hospital 
instead of continuing at the the smaller labour unit.
And at this point my contractions have all but stopped.

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one word

I realised the other day
that of the many things I've talked about on this blog
I've never talked about the one word that changed my life.

And with only a couple of weeks left until my beautiful boy turns one,
it seemed like it might be time,
time to talk about that one word,
talk about the day our lives changed
and the day that we found out we were going to be parents.

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eyes

I have a confession to make...
when the beautiful boy was born
I was a bit freaked by his eyes.
Because babies have blue eyes, right?
I just had that idea in my head 
because all the babies I've ever known have had blue eyes.
They change later,
I know that,
but they tend to be a shade if bluey-grey at birth.
I'm not sure why I thought this, but I did.

And then the little guy was born
with the most amazing and beautiful chocolatey brown eyes.
Which at the time, I thought, made him extra special.

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your forty-ninth week

 

You seemed more like a little boy than a baby with each new day that passed.

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inspired - a dreamy living room

Last week's first ever inspired was a feast of colour.
Very unlike me I'm sure you'll agree
because I am the lady who loves white.

So this week I'm going back to what I know and love,
the bestest, the beautifulest 
and quite frankly 
the only colour to really rock my world;
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{one beautiful year} our week in photos

sunday

beautiful baby feet


monday
"no mummy, of course I wasn't teasing the cat"


tuesday
my clever little guy's new skills


wednesday
a comfy hiding place


thursday
a beautiful winter walk


friday
play time


saturday
a thirsty little man


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white


The purity of it.
There is just something so perfect and unspoiled about white.
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the battle of the baby walkers - leap frog v vtech


Our little guy is getting really sturdy on his feet now, 
so when we were asked to do a head-to-head review 
which involved having not one but two baby walkers sent to us,
I jumped at the chance. 
When two big boxes arrived he looked so excited that we cracked them open straight away.

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a birth story - part eleven



I've had 24 hours of contractions 
no more than three minutes apart
but things are going slowly.
And after feeling lost and scared in the birthing centre
I've finally found the courage
to ask to be moved to the local hospital.


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phone photos


Last Christmas, 
while eagerly awaiting the arrival of the little guy, 
we invested in a rather swanky camera 
so that we could take hundreds of pictures of his every movement. 
Well you can forget hundreds, 
we’ve taken thousands. 

But I have to say that some of my favourite photos of him haven’t been taken with the fancy camera. 

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your forty-eighth week


Time was flying by so fast.

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inspired - a first birthday party

Lots of things inspire me.
People inspire me.
Blogs inspire me.
Poetry inspires me.
Music inspires me.
But most of all, pictures inspire me.

Pictures give me ideas and make me 'feel' different things.
And I'm not just talking about photographs,
art or drawings have been known to bring a tear to my eye.

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{one beautiful year} our week in photos

sunday

my excited boy at his first parade


monday

enjoying his lunch


tuesday
my gorgeous little square-eyes


wednesday
my beautiful little thumb sucker


thursday
mr darcy having his afternoon doze


friday
my beautiful bookworm


saturday
my beautiful little chatterbox


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saturday is caption day


So what is going on here?
Got a caption?
Then stick down the bottom.

Find the rest at Mammasaurus

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a birth story - part ten




In my birth story so far:
my waters broke at 6am,
then my contractions started,
after three trips to the hospital,
they finally let me stay,
but 22 hours after it started,
I was starting to feel very alone, scared and unsupported.

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your forty-seventh week


You were taking all the excitement in your stride.

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your forty-sixth week


It was all about Christmas.
Your first Christmas.

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new year, new adventures

Did you miss me?
I've been gone for more than a week,
which is the longest I've gone without blogging
since I started just over six months ago.

In six months
this blog has burrowed it's way into me.
I think about it.
I talk about it.
I never get bored of it.
I dream about it.
I dare say, I might even love it a little bit.
So I've missed it.
And I'm very glad to be back.

We had a fantastic Christmas.
We were together and happy,
surrounded by our favourite people
having fun,
making memories
and being blessed with much more than we deserve.
Who could ask for more?

I've taken enough photos to start a gallery
and I'm sure that I'll be posting up more than one post over the next week or so
with run downs of all our festive goings on.

But when I said I'd be back blogging in the New Year, I meant it.
2012 is only minutes old
and I'm going to share my New Years' Challenge with you all.

I don't believe in New Years' Resolutions.
They just set you up to fail.
But each year I do set myself a little challenge.
So instead of turning over a new leaf each year,
I simply add a new something.

Last year as the clock struck midnight and 2011 started,
I set myself the simple challenge of becoming a mummy.
At nearly eight months pregnant
it seemed pretty achievable.
All I had to do was get that baby out of me
and then love it and care for it.
I think it's safe to say that I completed last year's challenge
and I continue to complete it each and every day.

As 2010 appeared
I told myself that this would be the year
that I finally became the owner
of a pair of RayBan Aviator sunglasses.
Yes, this was my challenge for the year.
I did that one too.

At the beginning of 2009 I challenged myself
to make my wedding day as fun and special and memorable as I possibly could.
I can only speak for myself
but I'm pretty sure that my husband would agree
that our wedding in 2009 was everything we wanted and more.

So this year I needed a challenge.
And with no impending life-changing events on the horizon this year,
and no money for expensive purchases,
I decided to go for a proper challenge.

So throughout 2012 I will be documenting One Beautiful Year.
I will be taking a photograph each and every day,
and I will be posting it up
so that you get to have a little snapshot into our day-to-day lives.

If you want to follow my little challenge
then pop over to One Beautiful Year
and subscribe.
Then you'll get 366 photos of loveliness from my own fair hand.
Enough photos to see you through til 2013.
I'm pretty sure the little guy will feature,
and the fluffy babies,
and perhaps even the odd self portrait if you're really, really lucky.

Happy New Year.
It's going to be a year of photography for me.

x
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