The perfect picnic spot as deemed by the (almost) threenager. ❤️ Enjoying the few weeks of relief between the crippling nausea and waddling 🦆. #21weeks
The perfect picnic spot as deemed by the (almost) threenager. ❤️ Enjoying the few weeks of relief between the crippling nausea and waddling 🦆. #21weeks
The perfect picnic spot as deemed by the (almost) threenager. ❤️ Enjoying the few weeks of relief between the crippling nausea and waddling 🦆. #21weeks
Back in London from Monday. Available fer wine, work and all the things. x
Never been so glad to hear rain on my window tbh even if it did interrupt my tape. 💧
“If you’re able to tuck a healthy child into a warm bed in a safe home, you have won the lottery in life”. About Sunday, a day of simple pleasures. Yoga, walks, witches hats and even church – Christian for sure but I couldn’t tell you of which faith exactly… But we were welcomed in and Lulu given a snack. There was gospel music, fairy lights and prayers sent to those caught in the violence across Palestine and Israel. Thoughts sent to all those desperately waiting for news from their loved ones. Tears and cries for peace. It was beautiful. As beautiful as when we danced on the street with a group of Iranian women holding a vigil outside Amnesty International. They thanked us for being with them and cried as we said we have a daughter – we can only imagine what it was like to wait for news from home but we felt their fear deeply. They insisted on us taking Iranian desserts home with us despite having limited hot food supplies to get them through the cold night. They stayed on that street for several weeks. As beautiful as when Lulu danced with Russian children in a beach restaurant in Goa, days after the invasion in Ukraine. Their parents were desperately trying to work out how they would get back to their home in Germany with three young children with now invalid passports and visas. They didn’t support the war. It beggars belief that these events have occurred in such quick succession. That nobody seems to be being held accountable for these terrors. That we are watching such horrors unfold in 2023. These little moments have changed nothing for those suffering, but my word have reminded us just how lucky we are. They also remind us that most people are kind. How can this be happening? 💔
“If you’re able to tuck a healthy child into a warm bed in a safe home, you have won the lottery in life”. About Sunday, a day of simple pleasures. Yoga, walks, witches hats and even church – Christian for sure but I couldn’t tell you of which faith exactly… But we were welcomed in and Lulu given a snack. There was gospel music, fairy lights and prayers sent to those caught in the violence across Palestine and Israel. Thoughts sent to all those desperately waiting for news from their loved ones. Tears and cries for peace. It was beautiful. As beautiful as when we danced on the street with a group of Iranian women holding a vigil outside Amnesty International. They thanked us for being with them and cried as we said we have a daughter – we can only imagine what it was like to wait for news from home but we felt their fear deeply. They insisted on us taking Iranian desserts home with us despite having limited hot food supplies to get them through the cold night. They stayed on that street for several weeks. As beautiful as when Lulu danced with Russian children in a beach restaurant in Goa, days after the invasion in Ukraine. Their parents were desperately trying to work out how they would get back to their home in Germany with three young children with now invalid passports and visas. They didn’t support the war. It beggars belief that these events have occurred in such quick succession. That nobody seems to be being held accountable for these terrors. That we are watching such horrors unfold in 2023. These little moments have changed nothing for those suffering, but my word have reminded us just how lucky we are. They also remind us that most people are kind. How can this be happening? 💔
“If you’re able to tuck a healthy child into a warm bed in a safe home, you have won the lottery in life”. About Sunday, a day of simple pleasures. Yoga, walks, witches hats and even church – Christian for sure but I couldn’t tell you of which faith exactly… But we were welcomed in and Lulu given a snack. There was gospel music, fairy lights and prayers sent to those caught in the violence across Palestine and Israel. Thoughts sent to all those desperately waiting for news from their loved ones. Tears and cries for peace. It was beautiful. As beautiful as when we danced on the street with a group of Iranian women holding a vigil outside Amnesty International. They thanked us for being with them and cried as we said we have a daughter – we can only imagine what it was like to wait for news from home but we felt their fear deeply. They insisted on us taking Iranian desserts home with us despite having limited hot food supplies to get them through the cold night. They stayed on that street for several weeks. As beautiful as when Lulu danced with Russian children in a beach restaurant in Goa, days after the invasion in Ukraine. Their parents were desperately trying to work out how they would get back to their home in Germany with three young children with now invalid passports and visas. They didn’t support the war. It beggars belief that these events have occurred in such quick succession. That nobody seems to be being held accountable for these terrors. That we are watching such horrors unfold in 2023. These little moments have changed nothing for those suffering, but my word have reminded us just how lucky we are. They also remind us that most people are kind. How can this be happening? 💔
“If you’re able to tuck a healthy child into a warm bed in a safe home, you have won the lottery in life”. About Sunday, a day of simple pleasures. Yoga, walks, witches hats and even church – Christian for sure but I couldn’t tell you of which faith exactly… But we were welcomed in and Lulu given a snack. There was gospel music, fairy lights and prayers sent to those caught in the violence across Palestine and Israel. Thoughts sent to all those desperately waiting for news from their loved ones. Tears and cries for peace. It was beautiful. As beautiful as when we danced on the street with a group of Iranian women holding a vigil outside Amnesty International. They thanked us for being with them and cried as we said we have a daughter – we can only imagine what it was like to wait for news from home but we felt their fear deeply. They insisted on us taking Iranian desserts home with us despite having limited hot food supplies to get them through the cold night. They stayed on that street for several weeks. As beautiful as when Lulu danced with Russian children in a beach restaurant in Goa, days after the invasion in Ukraine. Their parents were desperately trying to work out how they would get back to their home in Germany with three young children with now invalid passports and visas. They didn’t support the war. It beggars belief that these events have occurred in such quick succession. That nobody seems to be being held accountable for these terrors. That we are watching such horrors unfold in 2023. These little moments have changed nothing for those suffering, but my word have reminded us just how lucky we are. They also remind us that most people are kind. How can this be happening? 💔
“If you’re able to tuck a healthy child into a warm bed in a safe home, you have won the lottery in life”. About Sunday, a day of simple pleasures. Yoga, walks, witches hats and even church – Christian for sure but I couldn’t tell you of which faith exactly… But we were welcomed in and Lulu given a snack. There was gospel music, fairy lights and prayers sent to those caught in the violence across Palestine and Israel. Thoughts sent to all those desperately waiting for news from their loved ones. Tears and cries for peace. It was beautiful. As beautiful as when we danced on the street with a group of Iranian women holding a vigil outside Amnesty International. They thanked us for being with them and cried as we said we have a daughter – we can only imagine what it was like to wait for news from home but we felt their fear deeply. They insisted on us taking Iranian desserts home with us despite having limited hot food supplies to get them through the cold night. They stayed on that street for several weeks. As beautiful as when Lulu danced with Russian children in a beach restaurant in Goa, days after the invasion in Ukraine. Their parents were desperately trying to work out how they would get back to their home in Germany with three young children with now invalid passports and visas. They didn’t support the war. It beggars belief that these events have occurred in such quick succession. That nobody seems to be being held accountable for these terrors. That we are watching such horrors unfold in 2023. These little moments have changed nothing for those suffering, but my word have reminded us just how lucky we are. They also remind us that most people are kind. How can this be happening? 💔
“If you’re able to tuck a healthy child into a warm bed in a safe home, you have won the lottery in life”. About Sunday, a day of simple pleasures. Yoga, walks, witches hats and even church – Christian for sure but I couldn’t tell you of which faith exactly… But we were welcomed in and Lulu given a snack. There was gospel music, fairy lights and prayers sent to those caught in the violence across Palestine and Israel. Thoughts sent to all those desperately waiting for news from their loved ones. Tears and cries for peace. It was beautiful. As beautiful as when we danced on the street with a group of Iranian women holding a vigil outside Amnesty International. They thanked us for being with them and cried as we said we have a daughter – we can only imagine what it was like to wait for news from home but we felt their fear deeply. They insisted on us taking Iranian desserts home with us despite having limited hot food supplies to get them through the cold night. They stayed on that street for several weeks. As beautiful as when Lulu danced with Russian children in a beach restaurant in Goa, days after the invasion in Ukraine. Their parents were desperately trying to work out how they would get back to their home in Germany with three young children with now invalid passports and visas. They didn’t support the war. It beggars belief that these events have occurred in such quick succession. That nobody seems to be being held accountable for these terrors. That we are watching such horrors unfold in 2023. These little moments have changed nothing for those suffering, but my word have reminded us just how lucky we are. They also remind us that most people are kind. How can this be happening? 💔
Mummy – as seen by Lulu. She asked whether she could use Sam’s phone to take a picture of me a few days ago. It never ceases to amaze me the creativity that flows so naturally from our little girl (also cue some more pangs of parental guilt from us both that we should be doing more to help her release it 🙄). You can see where Sam starts guiding her but tbh the blur and off focus ones are a vibe. 💫
Officially given up with the out of control hair growth and any attempt at make-up tbh. Counting down the days until the littlest baba is here. ⏰💙 Lulu is so excited that she seems to offset my nerves about going through labour again (then she goes to bed and I immediately remember). Swipe for how happy my face is about Sam going to Brazil for work in a few days… 👀😭
Officially given up with the out of control hair growth and any attempt at make-up tbh. Counting down the days until the littlest baba is here. ⏰💙 Lulu is so excited that she seems to offset my nerves about going through labour again (then she goes to bed and I immediately remember). Swipe for how happy my face is about Sam going to Brazil for work in a few days… 👀😭
Officially given up with the out of control hair growth and any attempt at make-up tbh. Counting down the days until the littlest baba is here. ⏰💙 Lulu is so excited that she seems to offset my nerves about going through labour again (then she goes to bed and I immediately remember). Swipe for how happy my face is about Sam going to Brazil for work in a few days… 👀😭
Val day with the best gal. And yes – we are matching and no we didn’t brush our hair today. Thanks for our flowers @looting_and_shooting 🌹🌹 Thanks Nana Momo for both of our pink coats. @maureen7899 🧥💕
Val day with the best gal. And yes – we are matching and no we didn’t brush our hair today. Thanks for our flowers @looting_and_shooting 🌹🌹 Thanks Nana Momo for both of our pink coats. @maureen7899 🧥💕
My man wrestled these teeth out of a crocodile for me… @looting_and_shooting Necklace by @louisemacdaddy
Mini.
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“Who run this mutha? Girls.” Here’s looking at you kid… Let’s hope the men currently running this joint leave something behind for you to change. #internationalwomensday
