As a full-time working mum, weekends are so important to me. We have routines and traditions for almost everything, from Saturday morning breakfast (fancy, Kirsty’s choice, I make) to long, leisurely afternoon walks with the dog, where we always all go and use it as an opportunity to really talk and catch up. The twins are half-asleep when I leave in the morning and fully asleep when I come home at night so those precious two days are my only real chance to remind my children who I am, and how much I love them. Not only that, but for Kirsty and I, who are exhausted most evenings, the weekend is a good chance to spend the time together that we miss so much in the week.
Kirsty is still babywearing the twins at fourteen months in our fabulous TwinGo. They love so much to be worn and it’s handy to be able to take them through the woods without worrying about wheels sticking in mud or narrow gates that are inaccessible for a double pram. It separates out into two carriers so that I can sometimes wear one too but mostly babywearing is Kirsty’s special thing.
I thought that I’d bring the camera along and document one of my favourite parts of our weekend. This time in a year I expect that they will both want to get down and walk, at least part of the way, so these photographs feel precious to me. Time, babyhood, is so fleeting. It makes me treasure my blog and my camera, to know that we will always have my words and pictures to remind us of how things were.
This is exactly how I think of us right now – Kirsty wearing the twins, me walking by her side with camera in hand, our Josephine-dog sniffing up ahead. When I’m at work and 99.9% of me is focused on the task ahead, that remaining .1% is here in the woods, doing exactly this.