A portrait of my babes once a week in 2014 (47 weeks)
You're high-fiving and clapping hands. You know where your head is, where my nose is and you stretch your hands up in the air when we say "armies up". Florence, you practice standing all day - you hold on, find your balance and let go then look at us with the proudest smile on your face. Anna, you love being tickled and will lie perfectly still while I trace imaginary shapes over your cheeks and down your tiny body and across your little legs. You both have a head of the softest goose down hair which I can get lost stroking as you drift off in my arms. Seven teeth for Anna and still only the bottom two for Florence, although those top two are trying their hardest to come through. With this baby mixture of gums and teeth you enjoy all sorts of real food from slices of cheese, to gooseberries, biltong, carrot juice sipped through a straw, scrambled eggs and guavas. You dance to music and chat all day long with wolf cub howls (Anna) and gurgling brook noises (Florence). You love your baths, sitting face-to-face, negotiating rubber ducks and other members of your bath toy menagerie. You particularly like your teeth being brushed by an electric tooth brush, and wiggling your hands in cups of cool water. You are playful and happy and full of laughter. Florence you love playing peek-a-boo with whatever object you come across from a nappy to your high chair tray. Every other object becomes a phone and is whipped up to your ear as you listen intently to an imaginary conversation. Anna, you love being chased and delight in the anticipation of surprise. Oh my little ones, how much those big hearts of yours love the life you lead, which expands each day.

























