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Albeit somewhat like extras from Shaun of the Dead, they’re now walking. First steps happened about a month ago, and I’m prepared to label them walkers officially now that they choose to go on foot rather than on hands and knees if they happen to be upright when the urge to travel strikes.

Rosa’s the more walky of the pair, but with Ruby’s boundless courage and energy making up for her slower start, she does very well. They both move as though their legs have gone to sleep, but they don’t seem to mind. In fact they seem delighted, though they don’t yet get anywhere fast, and resort back to a highly polished power crawl when speed is of the essence.

I’m told once they’re regularly walking outside, we’re looking at a £50 per month shoe habit - and that’s just one measly pair each - eek!

Rosa managed yesterday, with a single enthusiastic whack of her maraca, to smash the glass on my 1970s leopard skin coffee table with the fine tapered legs. Either she’s got superb arm and shoulder strength (which will please her daddy no end - winning forehand here we come…) or the glass in my beautiful but flimsy table doesn’t conform to today’s standards. Though I’m sure her muscles are adequately developed for her age, I suspect it’s the latter; I had been doubtful about its safety lately.

Anyway, they were delighted to be pounced on (Ruby was there too, the shatter occurred right under her face and hands, it was she I was more concerned about), whisked to the bathroom, hosed down and given a basin of water each to splash in, sleeves up to elbows, and not even close to bedtime. Jolly fun… Then I changed their clothes for good measure which they didn’t like, and our day got all boring again.

The table’s outside now in the rain. Though I loved it, I don’t care two hoots that it’s gone. It’s nice when old things die and are ready for the bin - makes way for something new. Paul on the other hands likes things to stay the same forever. But that’s a whole nother post…