and then there were three

I spent the weekend at my sister's house, hanging out and cuddling her brand new baby. colette was born about 2 weeks ago, and since her birth, I've been lucky enough to receive a new photo of her every day. but nothing beat getting to hold her. my mum and sister snapped photos of our first meeting, and in every single shot I'm just staring at her with a dopey grin on my face. kind of like this...

everyone who had seen her kept telling me she was tiny - and she was. she was also very sweet, she cried once during my 24 hour visit and spent the rest of the time making a funny assortments of baby sounds.

my stay was short and my sister made sure I held colette whenever she wasn't sleeping or eating. I think I got the hang of holding her properly and by the end of the visit, I could hold her 3 different ways and put her onto the change table. which was quite an achievement for me. she was too cute to be afraid of. here's colette mid-feed with her doting dad:

when colette was sleeping, I hung out with my sister and brother-in-law. we chatted and ate and when my sister went off to nap, I set about cooking a few meals for their freezer. by the time my sister re-emerged, I'd made a giant baked bolognese, a batch of brownies and was planning a creamy chicken and sundried tomato pasta for dinner.

by the time I left, I'd added some almond and chia seed bircher museli to her fridge and baked some anzac cookies, which the new mum and dad ate straight from the oven.

it was an overnight stay that was exciting, relaxing and over too quickly. I will always remember it.