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-Littlest. Eight days old she is just back from the hardware shop and sitting in her pusher for the first time as she supervises me planting some lavender. She is a constant delight and we are all besotted.
-Poppet. The cold weather has finally arrived and I am loving the gentle falling rain and rugging up. Poppet at the playground.
-Sprocket. About to launch across on the flying fox. This week I saw him swing himself up on top of the monkey bars and then dance on top of them. I also heard an older kid point him out to an even older kid as completely fearless. I have resigned myself to a broken limb some time, and am looking around for a gymnastics class to enrol him in.

This week, our first with Littlest, has been indescribably sweet, chaotic, sleep-deprived, busy, and beautiful. The rain has fallen gently, the skies have been grey, the mornings misty. The autumn colours have burst into their full glory and I have tried desperately to remember each moment. I don't want to forget so much as a second.

Joining with Jodi for a portrait of my little ones once a week, every week in 2014. 

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- Our Littlest. We are all completely entranced. She was born on Friday and I can hardly look away from her. I still can't believe she's finally here and so completely perfect.
- My Poppet, waiting to hold Littlest. She is besotted with her new sister. "Littlest is adorable." She sings her lullabies and strokes her head.
- My Sprocket with Littlest. She is right to look a little wary. "Littlest can't eat anything? Not Jelly snakes?" "No. Just mummy milk." "Not pasta?" "Not pasta. Just mummy milk." "Not treats?" "No treats. Littlest's tummy is so small - this small - she can only have mummy milk." Long pause. "Not sausage?"

Joining with Jodi for a portrait of my little ones once a week, every week, in 2014.