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Ah October.  My favourite month as you probably know by now.  Not only is it my birthday month, it is also the month where autumn sets in and we see colours changing from green to orange, yellow and brown.  It is also where our jackets come out and we start to turn on the heating in our house.

I've got so much to blog about, but leisure time is not on my side unfortunately.  Taking care of two kiddos plus the usual cooking and laundry is so exhausting, I usually just pass out at night after I do my last milk pump.  I have reduced by one pumping session in the past two weeks, and often ask how long do I want to pump for, because that in itself is time consuming, and I am seriously stretched thin with all that I need to do.  Sometimes I wish I were an octopus so I can multitask and do eight things at one go.  Oh well..

So yes October is birthday month, but with what's going on (enough already, Covid!) and two kids, we had to spend some money for a baby sitter to come round, so K and I could go out for a Sunday roast lunch.  Simple lunch but what a treat to be child-free and we could just relax for one meal.  I didn't want to risk it to drive into Central London, and hence chose one of our go to pubs in a little village in Kent for my birthday meal.  They even gave me a bottle of Prosecco for my birthday, not bad at all.

It was a very low key affair and so there aren't many pictures to share of that weekend.  On my actual birthday, K drove out during his WFH lunch time to a nice bakery not far away and bought three different mini cakes by my request.  I told him we couldn't finish one cake by ourselves so let's have some variety instead.


I received an early birthday surprise from my best friend


My Sunday roast lunch


Both were captivated by this tiny mango cake.
We kept the other two mini chocolate cakes in the fridge away from Isabelle ;)


Look at how full Gabriel was - his round tummy


Her fav pose.


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