It was the kind of day that when you’re trying for a baby you hope for and it’s the kind of day that nearly fifteen months into being parents, we’ve only really just had and it was near perfect.

We took Harley to Marwell after the first lockdown and before the second, but she was so young then that I guess that visit was more for us than for her.

I know I should have been looking at the animals myself, but I was just amazed at how she took it all in.

Being a parent and watching your child observe everything for the first time is such an honour.

It gives you that ‘first time’ feeling too because you’re seeing it through their eyes again and when you do that you do realise how truly amazing life is.

Unfortunately all the indoor arenas were closed which was a real shame as I do recall Harley loving the Tropical Garden last time.

I was really hoping to see how she reacted to the giraffes up close and personal. We did get to see one outside and we managed to do the obligatory photo of Harley against the giraffe measurement board – a must for all parents.

We didn’t end up leaving the park until 5pm – needless to say we all slept well that evening.

We went out for first time in ages, and went home early…

We went out on Friday night for Matt’s birthday.

My mum had Harley overnight and we went out for the first time in god knows how long.

However I was still cold outside and when the sun completely went in I felt way too cold. We soon got a takeaway and went home…

Everything that could go wrong, then went wrong…

We had one of ‘those nights’ on Tuesday evening.

I went outside to water the plants in the garden and the end of the hose pipe exploded off the end, smashing straight into my leg and getting me soaking wet (this was after having had a bath and in my PJs).

We finished the night by loading the dishwasher and a plate smashed on the floor and Matt ended up with a cut leg.

Needless to say we decided to go to bed early…