Winter sunshine

Whenever possible, we take the bubbas outside for some fresh air. Not sure they appreciate it much when it's deep midwinter, even if the sun is out...

The girl with no neck

The only way to travel

especially when you're as pooped as I am. It's EXHAUSTING being a Baby Baber...

Nona's gift

My Godmother gave me a musical box and it's mine. All mine. Somebody please tell Matthew.

Mmmm...tasty, but could I have an ice cream?

8 months old today!

When is a hat not a hat?

When it's a bib.

Well, I don't dribble like Matthew, so I'm wearing my bib on my head. Suits me too.

Bruises and Bhuddhas

Matthew's sporting a couple of bruises on his enormous head as he starts to bumble around the place. He can still only crawl backwards, but he moves around enough to nut himself.

Sophie, on the other hand is content to sit around, Buddha-like, contemplating the world into which she has been thrust.

Drip dry bubba

We kill two birds these days, washing Sophie while dressed then a drip dry finish. Works a treat.

Matthew prefers to watch...

In bed with the Baby Babers...

Interactions

There is far more direct interaction between the twins now. They can spend 10 minutes or so, looking directly at each other and having giggling fits. Too cute for words.

Ding ding ding...

Sophie, always the more vocal of the two, has a new call: "ding, ding, ding", which she somehow manages to say without opening her mouth. Clever girl!

It's snowing again...

Well, it came down heavily a week ahead of Christmas and it's just come down heavily again. More photo opportunities...



In the local woods:










And the back garden.

Father and Mother Christmas bid farewell

We've had a lot of fun dressing the Baby Baber's as mini-Santas, but the time has come to pack their suits away. A few last piccies:

Returning to normal

After a Christmas Party, a baptism, a trip down south for Christmas, back up to London for communion, back down south for a couple more days, home to High Wycombe, New Year's Eve in London and, for Sophie, a trip to hospital, we can ALL settle back into our usual routine! Phew.

Here's Sophie, well on the road to recovery.








And Matthew's in good shape too.

Happy New Year...and a perforated eardrum

In the morning, Chris cradling Sophie after her restless night.

Matthew, on the other hand, slept like a log and happy as Larry!


Midday we took both bubbas to Church for their third communion. Sophie, dosed up on Calpol, was absolutely fine! Here they are back at Yiayia's, posing on the sofa.


Matthew enjoying time with his Godfather.


Sophie returned to her unhappy state after the Calpol wore off and as Chris spotted some discharge in her left ear, I took her to see a GP that night who confirmed our suspicions of a perforated eardrum. Happily, Sophie is already looking better. A course of antibiotics will see her straight.