
Cooking soup with the baby in the bouncer
A simple soup for a cold evening, cooked while she watches from the bouncer at my feet.
A new video every Sunday from our flat and our walks: the carrier, the baby bag, the checklist and the soup pot.

A simple soup for a cold evening, cooked while she watches from the bouncer at my feet.

Twenty minutes in the autumn leaves with the baby on my chest, and what I take with me.

Everything that goes in, laid out on the floor, and the order I pack it in.

The ordinary jobs I wrote down week by week, and which ones I would do again.

A quiet walk by the river with a blanket tucked in and nowhere to be.

The carrier, the coat and the bag, all kept by the hook so leaving is easy.
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A short letter every Thursday from our flat in Lyon: one thing we did this week, one list and one soup.
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