N and mini-me have caught the chickenpox and I (immune) have not left the apartment in almost a week, squeezing work in wherever possible while trying not to burst out in tears over all of this. The outside shots were taken last wednesday, on the way to a job. Shortly after, I found the first blisters on my baby. Dear 2014, please stop being so damn sick. The only good news are that I am going to Dresden and Leipzig for two days next week, sans bébé, but working around the clock.

(I am annoying myself with all the "we're sick... blabla..." updates. Seriously. From next week on, we'll be healthy and happy ever after.)








All photos: Carolin Weinkopf via iPhone