One year ago today I found out I was pregnant again. It was a wish that was never really thought trough. Is it ever?
When the test was positive (and Mr. husband a continent away so not able to calm me) I stressed out. What was I thinking?! Already two beautiful and healthy children, finally sleeping through the night, able to travel… Next to that, no support system, not the youngest anymore. Why on earth did I want to put what I already had on the line?!
One year later. I have another love of my life.
P.S. Photos are taken one week after he was born. Look at him! A serious case of you think you remember, but you don’t. I love the magic of photos.
We are known to be pretty good bandwagon jumpers. Turns out we are pretty amazing at jumping off as well. We loved the 52 photos on the wall project with a passion, but after two years the fire turned into a little flame. So time to find a new fire.
We tried to think of something new, something original and unique. But honestly, when a good thing is already invented… We are big admirers of Ashley aka @thestorkandthebeanstalk. She’s not only an amazing photographer, but also an amazing mother. And last but not less important: funny too.
She started a monthly family portret serie a while back. And we decided to steal, ehhh be very inspired by her and start one of our own.
Like last year, we decided to look back on the past year for each other. Because we love to scroll through posts (a couple) and photos (a lot). So here we go…
2016 was a quiet year. Blog wise. Adventurous life wise. Not much happened but also everything happened. You moved houses (again), You added a little human to your life. Of course we still talked about our blog, loved it, had many new (hilarious) ideas, but often life got in the way. And that’s okay, because that’s what it’s all about, blog wise.
Two weeks before our big move, 5 weeks after giving birth, I received a call from Zara. That fact alone is pretty awesome in my opinion. But when they asked me to shoot one of their December editorials... first I looked around at all the mess, then I looked at my screaming newborn boy.