Little Bump.. June-Aug 2008

This is the only proof that our baby Little Bump existed...2 positive tests and all our hopes and dreams.

I was 10 weeks 5 days pregnant when I went to hospital while on holiday as I'd had some 'spotting'. The scan showed that our baby had died some weeks before.

I have named our baby Aspen after the ward in Carlisle where I received the bad news,( I also some wonderful care from a registrar who's name I just wish I could remember. I'll never forget that moment but her kindness is part of what I'll always remember) .

These are some photos of the real Aspen in Colorado, such a beautiful, inspiring piece of the Lord's creation and I think it sums up what our child would have been.

RIP Little Bump, we all love you and miss you (even the cravings for yoghurt...)

Silloth 2008

Another year, another trip to Silloth... not many photos this year due to sad circumstances, bad weather and actually.... a total lack of any photo opportunity that wasn't utilised last year!

Eddo entering the fancy dress contest

Slight 'hitchy uppy' dress problems..

Chef shows that you don't need a cooker to make toast!

Mass production!

The tired little person did enjoy her toast, honestly!

Beanie getting ready for his morning ablutions!

Mmmm bobes.... tenty bobes.....

Trans -in tents al- meditation

Crashed out teen

Eddo bravely demonstrating that you can sunbathe on the Solway coast....

Mmmm money! Bean ready to spend, spend, spend in the arcade.

Kewl Dude

The first of many wins on the teddy grabbers!

Clearly Chef is having the time of his life..

Call DEFRA, there's a case of Blue Tongue in Cumbria!!!

A Grand Day Out!

Early in the holidays we travelled to Oxford to meet my friend Nicola which was lovely but sadly there are no pics of me or Nicola....but here's the kids in Christchurch meadow!

Teen up a tree....

Little wood fairy...a slightly sulky one..

Wood Beanie

Look Mummy! No feet!!

Ed's last end of term ballet shows..

If she sticks to her decision then this was Ed's last year of ballet...*sobs* she started with this class when she was 3 years old and she is the only child who's been there every year since then. Of course she had the lead....again.....

Here she is as Carabosse, the wicked fairy.

Of course I am ridiculously proud that my daughter can leap the highest!

HOW far off the ground?

Smug face!

With her 'senior dancers' bouquet!