3 months of Arlo

Arlo is 3 months old on Sunday. It feels like he's been a part of us for much longer. We're a devoted little family of three humans and little three pets. Everyday is an unwritten adventure, every morning is full of fresh anticipation. Most days we're counting every smile, giggling and swapping average conversation to song. When Arlo falls asleep I find myself pining for him, greedy for one more smile, for one more explosion in my heart. 

Don't cry over spilt milk

If you told me when I started this blog - back when I was rolling around in mosh pits and worshipping the electric guitar - that I'd write a post about breastfeeding, I'd probably scoff and bury my face in my hands. If you told me that when I was writing this post I would have a double breast pump strapped to my chest, I'd probably fall over. I never thought I'd have much to say on the matter - but hear me out.

The Playlist | May 2017

I started this week with a cold and a couple of sofa days, maximising our Netflix subscription with bottomless cups of tea. In reality, running out of social media feeds to entertain myself with. Pregnancy did my immunity a favour so this is the first time I've been ill for a long time. Arlo has learnt how to smile now so occasionally he just chuckles at me whilst I suffer (thanks bud). 

I'm just updating my music library, hoping the dulcet tones will soothe my headache. As if I'm on maternity leave and I haven't found the time to do it otherwise. Baby is life.