She loves hanging out in her bedroom
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
Friday, 22 November 2013
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Daddio
Ever since I can remember I've been a Daddy's girl. While I felt as if everybody else in my family placed importance on being my feminine and pretty and proper, my dad fed me up on rock music, horror films and a healthy dose of sarcasm, indulging my fascination with all things morbid by taking me on trips to old castles in search of their torture chambers and by giving me Stephen King and true crime books to read.
When I was 12 and obsessed with The Lord of the Rings he took me all the way to London to stand outside the Two Towers premier for hours in the snow so I could catch a glimpse of the actors. He picked me up from concerts in the middle of the night and waited in the car while my friends and I hung around for autographs. He rescued sheep from murky canals because I couldn't bare to leave them there. He taught me how to draw, to ride a bike, to crack a joke, that knowing things is far more important than having things and that even when everything has gone to hell, to hold my chin up and keep on going.
And while I can't promise that Rory will have as easy-going a parent as I did growing up, she'll always have her grandad and that makes her a very lucky girl.
Thursday, 14 November 2013
Selfies with the Little Miss
Monday, 11 November 2013
Tiny
The first few weeks of Rory's life have flown by in a blur of nappies and sleepsuits and it's crazy to look at her now, so chunky and sturdy and think how much she has grown and changed in less than two months. But no matter how big she feels when I pick her up, she still seems so small and fragile when her dad holds her.
Maybe she always will.
Wednesday, 6 November 2013
Brothers
Macauly (above) and Cody (below) are my step-brothers kids, both of whom have the most amazing blue eyes I've ever seen, which are handy assets to have when you're as mischievous as these two.
Tuesday, 5 November 2013
Friday, 1 November 2013
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