Her Favourite Colour is Blur

In the months of pregnancy, Andrew and I would lie in bed at night imagining what our baby would be like. I asked him, "What would our little boy's favourite colour be?" Without missing a beat, Andrew replied "blur, because he will run so fast, that's all we'll see." I thought it hilarious and marvelled at the little boy that still lives inside him.

Turns out, it's Ember's favourite colour. Or maybe it's mine. It has crept, er zoomed, into many a photo.


Kicking.


Ordering.


Crawling.


Flapping.