Pensive

It's hard to remember back when things were simply you. Before the husband and the children. Before the daily grind of full time employment, or 2 hourly feeds.

Before the mountains of laundry filled your day, and the ever struggle of changing a particularly active baby's nappy..

This is where memories are made. Right here. In my head. 

And now, I will attempt to capture as many of them in this blog as I can, in the hope that these memories will live on in my children, and maybe even their children.
So what are we waiting for? It's time to become pensive.