Thursday, 28 October 2010
With entering motherhood, has come a year of endless first times. The first time we held our baby in our arms, the first time we came home with him, the first time he smiled, giggled, rolled over, crawled - everything is always an exciting first time as a first-time parent. Yesterday, was my first birthday as a mummy. It wasn't any different to any other year, but it felt special because it was the first one with L. For the occasion, Mr Franglais and I both took the day off work and had the most perfect afternoon around sunny Paris, with our baby son (it still blows my mind that I actually have a kid).