So here we are, in our fourth and final instalment of our European memoirs. Still in Paris, we found ourselves fully embracing our inner tourists, and what better place to do this than than the Eiffel Tower! We all went right to the top. … How many kids did we bring again? Memoirs of our European adventure – PART FOUR
So here we are, in our fourth and final instalment of our European memoirs. Still in Paris, we found ourselves fully embracing our inner tourists, and what better place to do this than than the Eiffel Tower! We all went right to the top. … 
So it turns out that English isn’t the only language spoken in the world. While you may know this in your head, you really don’t know it in your heart of hearts until you’ve been shopping in a European supermarket. We were travelling on a budget, so there was certainly no sitting at restaurants and pointing to the menu and hoping for the best. … 
So here we were, all eight of us, finally in Amsterdam. Tired, jetlagged, cold, and did I mention tired? We’d flown roughly 24 hours and managed to completely mess up our sleep/wake cycles. So what was 4pm actually felt more like 2am. … 
It seemed like the world’s biggest pipe dream, at the time, but I’m kind of a ‘dream big’ type of girl. Paul and I had already been on a couple of European adventures without the kids, photographing weddings. Every time we’d see something magical, interesting or even just kind of stinky, we wished we had the kids there to share it with us. … 
It’s been tough, the last half year or so. I’ll just say that from the get go. You may have been wondering why I’ve been so gosh-darn quiet, compared to other summers. Normally the blog and facebook would have been brimming with activity, weddings, babies and lots of smiling faces. … 
I’ve been sharing pictures pretty regularly on instagram lately. I’m trying to create a facade of hip and cool (actually, I’m not sure the hip and cool kids even CALL it hip and cool anymore….?)
Anywho, if you too are feeling like you want to be hip and cool like me, head on over to:
www.instagram.com/jessicajonesphotography/… 
It’s been quiet here on this blog, I know. But I won’t apologise, because you know what? I’ve had the most marvellous winter hanging out with my tribe. I’ve kept work a little more on the down low and spent more creative energy on my children. … 
If you had told me ten years ago that doing what I loved would take me to Europe, I would have probably started my response with the word “pffft”. But that’s exactly what happened. (the going to Europe part, not the “pffft” part)
I’m a Dutch girl by blood, and I haven’t been back to Holland in 25 years. … 
Time flies. Have you noticed? Nearly three years ago this was me. This moment with my gorgeous Charlotte, only an hour or two old, is probably one of my favourite images of all time. Not because it’s artistically brilliant, but in that moment, right there, I was in another realm of happiness, and this image reminds me of that every time I look at it. … 
Two weeks, three days and 11 hours. That’s how long I’ve been missing you so far, Mum. I knew you were going to be leaving us, and I thought I was prepared. But I wasn’t. I want to call you up and tell you how things went after you died, and then I remember that I can’t. …