My 7 year old baby boy!
Anyone else broody?
I heart this post.
My baby turns 5.
My 'baby is starting school and it's emotional.
It's (ironically) safe to say that my youngest son, Alexander, is pretty fearless most of the time.
I'm pleased to announce that I have teamed up with the AMAZING children's fashion outlet, Half-Pint Chic, to offer one lucky Honest Mum reader the chance to spend £150 on their website. Half-Pint Chic has be...
My husband Peter is an incredible photographer. Self-taught, he is my very own Testino taking the most wonderful photos of this family and our adventures. I love the photos that Peter snaps of our...
Now, I'm not going to lie, my interest in football is pretty limited.
What Makes Christmas Special For Us
I've adored fashion forever (literally). I loved nothing more as a young girl than dressing up in my mum's dresses, adorning her statement 80's jewels around my neck and strutting around the house in her heels (a shiny silver t-bar pair were my absolute favourites), I just wish she'd kept them for me now!
We've always been huge fans of Mamas & Papas here, a brand that offers classic pieces for kids from cots to clothes and beyond, I love to showcase their products on the blog.
Last week excitingly saw me host a style party in my home for one of the most coveted brands in Sweden, me&i. I've reviewed their clothes for over a year now and adore working with such a stylish company whose collections for kids and women are absolutely this family's collective style - vibrant, unisex kidswear and understated, classic womenswear.
So this morning we took the cute pictures of my toddler Alexander, just 2, in his nursery uniform, the same nursery that his older brother Oliver attended (and pre-school) and loved dearly- and we all smiled sweetly as my nerves were building...another day, another huge milestone for us all (after Oliver started school only last week)!
It was my birthday and blogiversary on Saturday, I turned 33 and my blog a whopping 3!
Aw, gush...check out Alexander's close up!
My little 8 month old likes to talk. Like the rest of this loud, non stop jabbing, big fat Greek family.
You know when you look at your baby and see all the people you love in him and just melt. That. I'm totally besotted and walking on air. I feel like this all day, every day. Apart from the 4 am feed of course and when I can't watch Take Me Out without the subtitles on because the kid's wailing. Then, maybe, then, I'm slightly less besotted.