I haven’t understood much of this week at all.
Isaac started nursery, Noah is still at home, I’m running on crappy minimal sleep, I fell out spectacularly with one of my best friends, I’m seriously doubting my abilities as a professional photographer (again), and sweet baby Jesus, I would really like a PROPER holiday or maybe just some peace or something soon.
So after yet another tearful (Isaac’s tears, definitely NOT mine) nursery start, and a shitty rainy day, The Smalls and I walked a bit. With camera.
Clickem to biggem.



















































































































































It’s amazing how willing they are to wash their hands when they know cake will follow.
Somehow, this kid can break eggs and NEVER get shell in the mix. Unlike his mother.
Somehow he does the same. And he tells you about it too.
Note to self: Check blender thingy is working before you start baking.
I love it when they do the hard work.
They currently sniff everything. Everything.
The cakes were slightly browner than I would have liked, but that’s what happens when you are consumed by the urge to sleep. Still, they didn’t care.

