Yep, they are one. One whole year old, each of them. It happened on Tuesday. We had a celebration, just a little one, but we went for a second today just to make sure, though this one was more ‘grown-ups drink beer’ than ‘kiddies eat jelly’. Because although they thoroughly enjoyed the wrapping paper the other day, they really haven’t a clue so we might as well indulge ourselves while we can get away with it. In fact since I assured our guests that there was no need to indulge the girls with presents, I managed to divert attention onto myself, scooping some fresh roses, a bottle of wine and a pot plant all for myself. A cunning plan.
And here’s what they get up to these days.
