I love those overalls. And the rosy little feet peeking out from underneath.


Homework. Self-imposed.


Anna sleeps on the baby blanket I got her from the Hema, the day before she was born.


Mirthe sleeps on my baby blanket, always has. Sometimes when I'm not feeling so great myself I have to fight the urge to go and grab it off her bed and fall asleep underneath it.

I'm enjoying the feminist mother dialogue over at Blue Milk. Too shy to write up my own answers and send them off to her, but still enjoying thinking about it all and where I might land in the spectrum.