I have a whole blog post about our mini break to Plett in July, but as I was writing it (and nearly completing it), I realised I wanted to share this in a completely separate post.

One early evening, Sox, George and I spontaneously took a walk down to the Lagoon. We walked along a meandering wooden boardwalk, surrounded by wild flowers.

Look at how Sox and George walk – same same.

We got down to the waters edge as the sky turned into a pale pink. It was so serene. The water was like glass and everything was so peaceful. All you could hear was the lapping water, birds settling in for the evening and an occasional splash from a fish coming up to the surface of the water. Even our busy George was serene. This little boy of ours adores nature and it makes my heart so happy.

This was such a simple walk, but it turned into a favourite memory for me with my boys.

My unborn son even joined in with the faintest fluttery kicks, while Sox and George played at the waters edge.

As Mom’s we often complain that we don’t have photographs of ourselves with our children. I’ve seen it time and time again on Parenting websites, social media and so on. I also see partners trying to defend their reasons for not taking photos. The number one reason is because most women are super critical of themselves and don’t like many photos of themselves post baby, so they complain about how the look. I can imagine that a partner isn’t going to exactly love picking up their phone/ camera to snap pics of Mom and baby after all the complaints / self- criticism. It’s a great shame.

I am guilty of complaining too, but since seeing some articles written about this, I’ve tried to stop shaming myself and enjoy the moment, be photographed- as I am and actually stop being silly. One day I will regret not having photos of my babies and I. They’re only little for so long and creating and capturing the memories is what it’s about – not about whether I have a double chin in the pic, if my hair is washed, make-up is on or if my jeans have sticky strawberry juice fingers on them.

Sox took these photos and I absolutely adore them. Some might be blurry and imperfect, but that’s what actually makes them perfect, if you know what I mean.

I’m 17/18 weeks pregnant here and George is 2 years, 1 month old.

George has this knack for tickling my face – he think’s it’s hilarious… 

… and this was the pic snapped afterwards. I absolutely love it – blurry and all – it captures our laughter and it’s going in a frame.

Thank you Sox for snapping these – I will treasure them and the memories we made that early evening. I can’t wait to return one day as a family of 4.