26 February, 2012
24 February, 2012
(At least, I think they’re 15 weeks old. I may have miscounted. Let’s just say 3 1/2 months, shall we?)
And in between eating and napping the girls now spend most of their day on a mat on the floor: first on their bellies, in line of sight with each other, with toys in between or to the side, then on their backs and underneath the mobile so that they can stare, or bat, or stare and bat. Songs are also sung and conversations had.
22 February, 2012
This is the couch cover in the babies’ room after Freya had unlimited access to an engorged breast.
When did I look at the washing instructions? Did I look at the washing instructions before buying the cover? No. Instructions: dry clean only. Dry clean only my butt. It’s being thrown in the washing machine and it will like it.
20 February, 2012
Note 1: Yes, I had not brushed my hair in two days.
Note 2: Yes, I posted the videos on youtube before looking at them; hence the new-mummy hair in the public domain.
16 February, 2012
14 February, 2012
12 February, 2012
10 February, 2012
8 February, 2012