Saturday was a very special day for our little family. We had Sebastian christened. It was a wonderful day and the perfect excuse to spend time with family and friends. Plus look how cute our not so wee man looks…

It was a long day that started with a fry up at the hotel where some of the family were staying. Polly kept us all entertained with her yoghurt eating antics before we headed to the village hall with Grandpops in tow to do some balloon blowing.

I forgot to bring the carrier with me so Seb spent a bit of time chilling on a blanket while Polly popped several balloons and rearranged the toy corner I’d set up.

Then we headed home to get all 5 of us suited up. It was a bit of a rush which saw scenes like this…

As Seb was desperately in need of a nap, but no such luck even with the hairdryer blasting away!

Shock horror we were actually on time, unlike Polly’s where we turned up in the nick of time! After literally wrestling our chunky little man into the gorgeous family christening gown we wandered over to the church to catch up with everyone.

Sidbury church is where we had Polly’s nearly 2 years ago and has always had a special place in Henry’s family. As we settled into our seats Seb got a bit fussy so I offered him a feed, and he fell asleep! He stayed asleep for the whole thing. Even having the water poured on his head.

He then woke up during the photos, just in time to pose with us and his 2 Godmothers, Polly would not participate of course.

Polly had already made quite a statement by pairing her gorgeous little dress with her doggie wellies that I think might be surgically attached to her feet by now. Her giggling could be heard throughout the day as she played with her cousin Harley and her crew. She was in her element all afternoon and I think she consumed half a tub of clotted cream.

We had a great time catching up with everyone over a cream tea and a special shout out to Lydia for an amazing cake.

Seb did amazing and was fascinated by everything going on.

I’d just like to thank everyone who came along and everyone who sent messages, cards and presents. Especially the 3 Godparents who wrote such lovely words that will be carefully tucked away in his memory box.

It was a team effort to clear away afterwards, this is also the moment I realised I’d forgotten to bring down the toddler snacks- sorry guys!

We headed back to ours with a few extras and ordered a takeaway for a nice chilled evening. Then I think we fell into bed completely exhausted!

We had a nice breakfast with Grandpops the next morning and a walk along the river before he headed home. And Polly had her first nap in a week and a half. Today she also had a nap but after being a monkey about going to bed we’ve decided to enter the new chapter of no-naps without too much fuss even if I am a bit distressed to see them go.

It’s now Wednesday and I think we’re all still recovering a bit after such a full on weekend but it was definitely one we’ll remember.

This week has been a bit full on, it’s been fun and it’s not over yet! Henry has the week off so is doing studying whenever he can while also trying to do more of the hands on stuff with Seb before being handed the baby in a couple of weeks. Somehow our little man is 6 months old on Monday so we’ve started doing a bit of weaning this week in the hope that it’ll encourage him to take a bottle- it’s not exactly going to plan!

He quite likes gumming the high chair and this morning upset himself when he stuck a spoonful of porridge in his own mouth. I do love this stage as it’s a lot of fun, we are doing baby led weaning again, but we aren’t pushing him and it’s more of a pop a bit of our veg on his tray instead of sitting down with food pouches. I still can’t believe 6 months ago he was wriggling around in my belly anxious to escape.

And yes he is in a Christmas onesie- that’s what happens when you go into the next size clothing early and you’re the second born. Poor boy has also spent a few nights in pink onesies but at least they match his dummy.

On Sunday morning we went to the soft play centre with a couple of friends and their gorgeous little girl. Seb had his first taste of the big slides and Polly was as wild as ever!

It was a bit scary watching the toddler coming down sideways occasionally but she was straight back up each time!

It was all a bit much for wee man though and he conked out soon after.

On Tuesday we ventured out of the shire (little private joke there 😂) and headed for Exeter to pick up a few bits. Polly was let loose out the pushchair for the whole afternoon and was scarily well behaved. Well most of the time. I mean she did attempt to open the curtain while I was trying on dresses. And she did lift up a mannequin’s skirt and proclaim “that’s where the poo is!” But all in all she was pretty good

We also got her to pick her new wellies with the choice of Paw Patrol ones, Peppa pig ones or pink flowery ones…The ‘doggies’ one of course!

We’ve spent the last two afternoons with family and there’s been lots of laughing and love. The children have had a blast and the highlight this afternoon involved a car that Polly and her cousin Harley took turns chasing each other down on!

Mind you a shocking discovery in the conservatory this evening makes me seriously question our child’s ability with a moving vehicle…

The fun and the chaos is very much set to continue as it’s Seb’s christening this weekend and we are spending time celebrating with friends and family, let’s just hope he doesn’t repeat his poonami actions from the last one he went to!

Today is a big day in our little family. It’s a very special day. 10 years ago today the boy who’d taken me out on 2 dates text me to ask if I would be his girlfriend. Now a whole decade later that boy and I just enjoyed a cheeky glass of bubbly while we ate crumpets and listened to our little people laughing.

A lot has happened in 10 years and I know we aren’t one of those perfect families you sometimes see on social media, I like to think that we still keep it real- as the blog states: ‘just a typical family’. I mean just yesterday we had a shouting match over something stupid so we definitely aren’t ‘perfect’- don’t panic it was an argument started because the muppet had dunked my washing up gloves in the sink! But I’m glad we aren’t perfect. In fact I don’t think there’s such a thing as perfect. I know we care about each other. Love each other. Respect each other. Have fun with each other. Most importantly after 10 years I know we still have a future together. As one of my mummy friends and I chatted about just the other week, our other halves might drive us to fantasise about smothering them in their sleep sometimes but we honestly couldn’t imagine life without them.

I know things aren’t perfect right now as we continue on our path (I hate using the word journey!) to changing our lives so we couldn’t do the weekend away we’d wanted but I know they’ll be plenty of opportunities to do those things in the future, and I can’t wait. I can’t believe how far we’ve come and I couldn’t think of a better companion on the road ahead.

10 years ago I had no idea where my life would go but I wasn’t scared as I’d just said yes to the best sidekick I could ever have imagined. You might drive me up the wall sometimes but you also make me cry with laughter. And I love that we have those moments where we don’t even need to make the joke we can just look at each other.

6 years ago you asked me to be your wife, although really you’d already asked me 4 years earlier when you asked me to be yours. In fact you’ve had my heart since that first conversation when we chatted as we stacked baked beans- we met while working in a supermarket if anyone’s not heard that bit and thinks we were just dicking around in Tesco.

You’re now the father to my children and I love watching little examples of our love running around playing with cars.

I know it’s not been a smooth road here and I know we’ve still got a way to go to get our dream life together but right now I’m so thankful for what we have and I’m happy to be happy with what we have. Maybe not a picture of us in a swanky restaurant sipping champagne but instead we have the greatest gift of all- love.

Sorry to get so mushy and I need to stop now before I make myself cry. I’ll leave a little video of the love and happiness I’m talking about- this is honestly all you need in life and it’s all thanks to the man sitting opposite me studying to make our lives better so that maybe next year we will get the swanky restaurant but at least we’ll know that we were already the richest people in the world.

Happy 10 years you old poo head ❤️

Urgh I have a cold, and I’m not happy about it! They just annoy me so much, I hate having to blow my nose every 5 minutes, I hate that my nose goes all red and I hate that I’m sneezing six thousand times an hour. Although it is very cute to hear ‘bless you’ six thousand times an hour from your toddler. However, earlier today I offended her by putting her in her cot for 10 minutes while I had a shower and she was so annoyed that when I sneezed from the bathroom I heard ‘no bless you’ shouted down the landing!

Talking about noses, we just had our first ‘item up the nose’ incident just before bathtime. Polly had her finger up her nose (not an uncommon thing) but something about her cheeky look made me look closer. Good job I did. I’m still not quite sure what she’d stuck up there- it looked like a bit of potato but I’m not sure how she got hold of it as we had them for tea last night and I’d supposedly hoovered the house since then. Luckily she blew it out but I’m thinking I might have to check more regularly now in case she does it again!

Tonight for tea we didn’t have potato, we had one of my pastry fridge surprises. I basically chuck some of the fridge contents onto a sheet of puff pastry and trick the toddler into eating tomatoes as she apparently doesn’t like them anymore. Although she did throw a chunk at the cat who apparently likes avocado…

I’ve also found it’s a good meal for Polly to get involved in making. She loves sitting on the side stealing the cheese and flicking tomato purée at me.

We had great fun last week with a trip to the zoo up at Bristol. It was all flat (perfect for little people and a mummy whose been eating too much chocolate on mat leave so cries a little at walking up hills) and there was plenty there to keep us all entertained. Polly quite liked seeing the ‘dinosaurs’- big lizards and ‘cows’- pretty much anything else that moved. Might need to get the animal books out at home again.

Last week we also had a funny moment during our weekly visit to Henry’s Nanny & Pops’ on Tuesday. Polly was finishing up her lunch when Pops arrived home and she gave him a cheerful greeting of “hello Pops!” He then replied “alright my darling” and of course our little parrot replied straight back with “alright darling”! Since then she’s being saying it several times a day mainly to the cat.

Although today did have a couple of nice moments including this walk back from town where I caught Henry looking like the pack-horse I normally impersonate

The picture is slightly blurred as I was jokingly running away as I felt so liberated with no child strapped to me or hanging off me!

Sadly though we were walking back from my ‘back to work’ chat which I knew was coming but wasn’t looking forward to. It just makes it a bit more real when you pencil it in on your own calendar. I mean I haven’t cried about it today but I have just under 5 weeks for plenty of waterworks as I feel so sorry for myself about it. I’m just not quite ready yet. Neither is Seb. Neither is Henry- no matter how much he tells me he is! But we will all just have to suck it up and get on with it as that’s the decision we’ve made. It’ll be alright when the day actually comes but that doesn’t mean I can’t get a bit emotional about it before it does- so apologies in advance to all who get the blubbering mess, and thank you to the someone who’ll be putting up with my grumpy arse at work who made the meeting a lot better by making me a hot chocolate!

We’ve had a busy weekend, a great one but I’m definitely pooped out now! We’ve had 2 christenings and the town carnival rolled right past our house last night which was an amazing experience yet again.

The christenings were both lovely and it was so nice to catch up with some of our mummy and daddy friends and for the children to run around together. They were all so well behaved they definitely earnt a few helpings of cake! If my husband left any behind that is!

Polly was in her element of course. She was her usual cheeky self- photobombing pictures, pinching the edible flowers of cakes, trying to order things from the bar….

She also demanded I join her on the soft play and then surrounded me with unicorns when I declined the offer to ride one.

Seb is learning fast and realising that he needs to go all out to match his sister in the ‘being a monkey’ stakes. Today he won. Just at the important bit Henry and I gave each other the look as we’d both heard the familiar sound of our son’s arse. I disappeared as quietly and quickly as I could into the little kitchen area off the entrance only to discover a full scale poonami incident. Perfect time to also realise the nappy bag needs readjusting to be autumn/winter ready. Seb had to make do with a ‘little dude’ onesie and I gave up on the idea of a second family photo shoot to prove that all of us getting dressed up is possible on more than one day of the year.

I mean it doesn’t take much to forgive when you look this cute…

The weather has been the only thing to let the weekend down, yesterday was horrendous so once we got home we got straight into our pjs- well all bar Henry as he sadly had to go back out in the gale as he had work. So when the carnival passed by our front door we must have looked quite a sight particularly as this was Polly’s face through most of it…

Last weekend she also got the treat of a classic car show in the town. She loves her vehicles and usually has one in her hands, even at night. As Henry is also a big formula one fan I shouldn’t be too surprised that my child can recognise her cars better than her colours. She now points out Ferrari’s, Mercedes, Audi’s, saubers, red bulls, Aston martins and her white Porsche is her favourite. One day we’ll get round to learning the difference between red and blue but for now I love the look on people’s faces when she points out ‘oooh Ferrari!’

It’s been a fairly normal week, which is great after the start of the month. The groups are back up and running so the week has a bit more structure to it again, plus I then know what day of the week it actually is! Polly especially is loving seeing all her friends again.

On Saturday I took the children out for a wander which included an impromptu blackberry pick with me using a nappy bag to store them! Polly was helpful in her own way and found out the hard way that the spikey bits don’t taste too great, bless her!

We then made a blackberry and apple crumble which was a bit crap. Mary Berry would not have been impressed at my failure to make a crumble mixture! Good job Henry didn’t marry me for my cooking skills. Polly ate it though which was something.

On Monday afternoon I had enough of CBeebies and got creative- for a moment I was one of those Pinterest mums who makes sensory and educational toys. In reality Polly and I coloured in several pieces of paper, stuck them together and made a racetrack complete with grid girls.

We had lots of fun and Polly made sure all the vehicles got a go- tractors, buses, wind up hoovers- if it had wheels it had a lap.

Seb seems to have grown again and is almost 16 pounds, trying to sit by himself and is now enjoying watching our mealtimes from the high chair.

Yesterday we headed into Exeter to meet Pati and George and had a run around the museum and the library. We all had lots of fun and Polly especially loves being made a fuss off!

Before this we braved a meal out in an actual restaurant which is always a scary risk. Polly was beautifully behaved but sadly the 1 minute cry of a baby as I got a boob ready was too much for the couple behind us who were quite clearly stuck in the fifties. They simply couldn’t take their eyes off our terrible behaviour of bringing 2 young children out into the real world and I topped it by shock horror feeding the littlest one. A little bit of me wanted to give them a piece of mind but then I realised the best thing was to ignore their judgmental stare to show them how stupid they are- not worth my time. We came away smiling after an enjoyable meal, they left muttering looking miserable and I didn’t even have to open my mouth, just my bra.

Henry is trying to dedicate Wednesday as a full day of study which can sometimes be tricky with a Polly in the house, he’s obviously just too much fun to play with!

Finally, I do love giving a little taste of the Mum life every now and then. This came in fine form on Friday night during a group chat with 2 fellow mums. I’m so sorry Hazel and Suzanne but screenshots just sum up our wild late nights chats beautifully as I wouldn’t have done them justice by reciting!

So I’ve really debated with myself about posting this one as it’s quite personal to our little family but at the same time it consumed most of last week so it was a big thing that the blog was designed to document so here goes.

At the end of the week before last I was giving the children a bath when I looked at Polly splashing about with boats and bubbles. They were there again. Bruises on her back. I’d noticed them before but brushed them off as toddler bruising but for some reason that night they bothered me. I vowed to make a doctors appointment. Then my brother came down and he too noticed the little bruises running up her spine, he agreed- they needed to be checked out.

Of course it was bank holiday weekend so I had 3 whole days to do the natural thing of torture myself on google. This did prompt me to check the places that could be responsible- her car seat and booster seat. She’s a belly sleeper so not much point in checking the cot- of course I still did as when the others threw up blanks I was still desperately trying to find a reason for them.

Tuesday finally rolled around and we were at the doctors first thing. Of course by that point the bruising had all but disappeared. The doctor asked to see them as soon as they were back and asked for a urine test while we waited for that to happen.

That afternoon we had it confirmed that she really 100% definitely isn’t ready for potty training and laughed at the doctors belief that getting a sample from a 2 year old would be easy. It was not. Come the morning and the little sample pot was still empty.

By Wednesday afternoon though the bruises were back. I called the doctor and Henry was asked to bring her straight in. He came home with that worried look on his face that he tries to hide sometimes but can’t. Blood tests. This different doctor had gone very quiet and ordered blood tests the following morning. The only consolation was that we didn’t have to worry about the urine test.

Now my minds doing crazy things. I, of course, jumped 6 stages ahead, down the bad route and started imaging all the horrors that might soon be our new future. I wrote a blog post last week that wasn’t very good as I couldn’t concentrate but I needed to think of other things even if I couldn’t type it normally.

Thursday morning we decided we’d all go as I wanted to be there too. The nurse couldn’t get the sample as she wasn’t used to such little arms so they sent us to Exeter. To the hospital. Henry was meant to work at 12 but after a complete meltdown by me he realised that wouldn’t be happening. As I say I’d already jumped 6 stages ahead and told him straight up that if they called me into a room to tell me that Polly was really sick then I couldn’t do that alone, especially with 2 children to look after too.

So we all ventured over to the big hospital for the first time since Seb was born. We were booked in and settled ourselves into the paediatric assessment unit. Flashbacks of Polly’s meningitis scare haunting us as we looked on the same walls again, luckily this time Polly wasn’t actually poorly so she was playing, reading, chatting and generally being her usual cheeky self which helped.

They successfully took blood samples. They checked every inch of her. They asked a thousand questions. They bought us a cup of tea. They told me not to feel guilty at not bringing her in a few weeks ago. They gave Polly 6 stickers for being brave and cheeky. They were brilliant.

Finally after hours of waiting, 2 runs of Thomas the Tank on the little tv, a little lunch in the restaurant, many plays with all the cars on the ward, 2 naps for Seb in the carrier, we finally got that reassuring smile from the doctor. The bloods were fine. The bruises didn’t look suspicious in any way and are just toddler bruising. They aren’t sure why they keep appearing in the same place but I guess that’s up to us to watch her closely for a few weeks and see if we can solve that mystery.

All in all it was not a week that I want to repeat. It was terrifying- that feeling of ‘what if it is…’. Oh and I shouldn’t have to state it but I’m going to- no, not at any point do either of us or any of the 5 different doctors or 5 different nurses think that somebody was responsible for them.

So I shared, even though I didn’t think I would. It’s definitely made us think. It’s the reason why I didn’t completely loose my shit at Polly tonight when she tested my last nerve. Instead I just hugged her a little tighter when I said goodnight. And my thoughts now just go to anyone who is in the situation we thought we were finding ourselves in. Sorry to get all mushy, but these little people carry our hearts round with them. That is the hardest thing about parenting without a shadow of doubt.

Apologies for being a bit lax on the blogging front- we’ve had a busy few days, I was going to write last night but got distracted by bake off! My brother was down over the weekend staying with my sister so we’ve had a fun filled bank holiday. The red arrows came to town on Friday evening despite the rain and Polly as expected got a bit over excited!

We then had a trip to Darts farm on Saturday which included a little picnic and a play in the park there. Darts farm is basically a huge farm shop that sells everything from cider to cakes to cheese to tents and it even has an aga shop. It’s my mums favourite shop in the world and a great place to get some free samples too, I just have to keep tabs on Henry in the cider section!

Sunday was a wet day spent in Exeter at Georgia and Gyan’s with a bubble machine keeping the toddler contained. Once the rain eased up we ventured to our favourite run around- ikea! Henry joined us and Polly got up to her usual mischief including hosting a tea party with some on the spot friends.

Henry had to be back at work so we popped in to KFC to grab a quick bite to eat. Polly hadn’t napped and we had to leave before she was finished which resulted in this…

On Monday we ventured up onto Dartmoor and found ourselves being blown up Haytor for a picnic. Had to laugh at my sister bringing a bloody chopping board and knife!

Polly surprised us all with how much she wanted to walk and made friends with the ponies.

We then had our usual trip to Henry’s nanny and pops’ yesterday afternoon where Polly had her usual bowl of ice cream.

She’s started associating different people with different things- my parents on FaceTime equals ‘cat cat’, my brother on FaceTime equals ‘amunat’ after hearing a couple of ambulances going past, Henry’s Dad on FaceTime equals ‘mr monkey’ as he gets a cuddly monkey to chat to her which makes her laugh her head off! Anyway yesterday when we pulled up outside their house she asked for- ice cream!

Yesterday Polly also had her first go on a scooter. She’s not quite got the swing of it yet but she enjoyed taking it for a walk along the seafront!

And just to finish here’s an amusing snapshot of parenting. I always tag Henry in the memes and cartoons about the joys of a toddler winding up in bed with you at 6AM. Well I caught this gem yesterday morning when she did just that…

Another week has flown by and I’m left asking the question of where time is going yet again! Since having Seb it’s actually sped up even more, I didn’t think that was possible but sadly it is. He’s currently in front of me in his bouncer refusing to nap- again. He was a bit unsettled for a couple of days after his jabs last week (last ones for a while thank god!) then we went to bumps & babies on Friday and again he wouldn’t settle so we went through all the usual baby saddeners (yup I just made that word up)- teeth, jabs, tired etc, then I finished by saying he probably just needed a good poo. Last night he seemed a lot happier, the 4 epic poo’s he managed since Friday midday probably helped that. Sadly I do think we’ve slipped into 4 month sleep regression territory though as naps are becoming an issue, but as I just said to one of our Dad friends when I bumped into him- as long as he sleeps at night I feel like we can survive this!

Polly surprised us yesterday when Henry was getting her ready to go out. She wandered into the living room to say bye when I realised her wellies were on the wrong feet.

Conversation that followed:

Me- “can you put them on the right way please?”

Henry- “I didn’t put them on her.”

Me- “well I didn’t put them on her either!”

Henry- “who put them on her then?”

Both of us turn to look at our suddenly grown up child. Yup Polly put them on herself. I mean a couple of hours later Henry sent me a video of her actually driving a tractor, like a real full size tractor! This is just another example of time going too quick as she went from putting her own wellies on the driving a tractor in 2 hours!

Henry is cracking on with his course as he’s basically had enough of us being poor, well we both have! This means I’ve been taking the children out for a few extra walks to give him a quiet house to study in.

This week I’ve also been cracking on with organising a certain person’s christening. This included writing out the invitations- something I should probably be doing right now instead of writing this! It’s taken me 3 sittings and I’m still not finished, plus Polly took to the stack with her crayons so I apologise to those of you who find random blue streaks on theirs- she honestly thought she was helping!

I’m finishing today with a confession and a ‘what would you have done, did I make the right decision’ type question. This morning we went for a walk along the seafront and Polly was out the pushchair getting very excited at seeing the tractor in the sea getting the lifeboat in. She then pulled a carrier bag out the pushchair and waved it about, I told her to keep tight hold of it, she of course chucked it down onto the beach. I’m really crap with judging distances but we were half way between 2 sets of steps onto the beach, both a fair walk when you have 2 little people and a pushchair. So I didn’t go onto the beach to retrieve it. Hear me out, here are the options that were left to me:

1. Drag Polly and the pushchair along the stones to pick up the bag to reinforce the point to her that we don’t chuck litter on the floor. This would have been pretty impossible by myself with Seb strapped to my chest as the pushchair won’t push along the stones.

2. Leave the pushchair with a stranger by the stairs and force Polly to walk along the beach to get the bag. Sorry to the public but I don’t fancy leaving my pushchair with all the belongings in the hand of a stranger and I know my child- she would have thrown a fit and I would have had to carry her kicking and screaming back with Seb strapped to my chest.

3. Option 2 but I just take Polly, but this would have meant waking Seb up and leaving him with a stranger too. No thank you.

4. Tell Polly off and leave the seafront hoping to god nobody filmed us or took a picture of us ready to Mum shame me on social media later, while feeling awful for this bit of litter as I really really hate litter and have even been on beach cleans myself as I know it’s a terrible problem. Still feel bad about it 3 hours later.

I chose option 4. Genuinely intrigued to know if I made the right choice here as I’m really fighting not texting Henry telling him to go down to the beach when his shift finishes to see if it’s still there!

It’s raining again, this makes me a bit sad really. I know we need it but I’d been used to just loading up the pushchair and venturing out without too much thought and now I’m having to think of all the rainy day activities to occupy Polly and I’m struggling already! Yesterday I did take her to the shop and attempted a welly walk in the puddles but she got bored when she realised that despite all the rain there were actually that many puddles!

Instead we wound up having an impromptu play date as we bumped into her friend Eva (with her Mum obviously!) and the rain started again washing away our run around the park idea- amazing how you bump into other mums doing exactly the same thing as you! So anyway we invited them round for a half hour play instead which meant we could have a cup of tea and biscuits too.

I shouldn’t complain too much as we have had a great week. The towns folk festival went on from Friday to Friday and provided hours of free entertainment. Polly loved the music and was keen to join in. We decided to treat the week like a mini summer holiday. This included a spontaneous trip to the beach Sunday evening. We made Henry a sausage bap and a cup of tea and picked him up from work with his shorts ready. Polly thought it was great fun and loved pouring sand over Seb’s feet to make him laugh.

We also ventured out on Wednesday evening to see the samba band performing on the seafront. We had a quick drink in Duke’s beforehand where Polly enjoyed the performer there.

Henry has had a slightly different week with it being the busiest week of the year at work, but he did manage to enjoy some of the fun too.

We then had a nice evening on Friday when our friend Soph came round with her new boyfriend Sam. Lots of laughing like usual and a wild half naked toddler making herself centre of attention as expected!

I’ve also decided this week that parents should get milestone cards too, much like when your baby laughs for the first time I think there are some highlights in the parenting world that need documenting. I had one this week that I wasn’t prepared for. Picking up an actual human poo off the living room floor. Yup the other morning Polly did a poo into a slightly full nappy while wearing a vest onesie and I couldn’t get to her straight away as I was feeding Seb. And it just sort of fell out while she was playing. Quite a moment that one, although I’m sure there’ll be much worse when we start potty training!

After that delightful image I’ll leave you with a cute couple of Seb who we’ve decided is actually teething already (big sad face).

And here’s a little taster of what folk week is all about!