Sultanas and nectarines

28 February 2012

I know, what a tease. I tell you we went on a walk with the girls and then I just show you pictures of trees. Well, here are the babies now. Before heading home we stopped for an afternoon tea of sultanas in the boot of the car, complete with picnic rug. And complete with a drive-by exclamation of “oh, twins!” from someone leaving the car park.

Lily finished off her sultanas before Anya finished hers, having been slowed a little by repeatedly sitting on them rather than picking them up. So John acted as a plate, at which point greedy Lily leaned over and tried to swipe what remained of her sister’s share.

Back home it was time for tea proper and I visited the girls in the dining room a couple of times to see how they were getting on with their food. Sam makes them all kinds of interesting mashed up meals and part of the fun for the adults is guessing what they might be – this time it was potato, cheese and greens. This was then followed by a white nectarine half each on which to gnaw. It was then that Lily made my heartstrings go twang as I stood by her highchair, turning to me and offering me her fruit until I took a little bite.

There was time for play after tea, including standing on the grandparents, playing with the fascinating metal tops to Grandad’s cardigan zip, dribbling down Nanna’s sleeve and the like. The girls love to stand up and are pretty good at doing so holding on to something like the sofa. They’re at the frustrating point of not quite being able to get where they want to be though, Lily can roll about to get what might catch her eye, while Anya squawks in protest as she quickly propels herself away from what she wants, crawling backwards and ending up under the furniture.

John and Sam started a game of football with the girls, getting them to kick the ball by swinging them like pieces on a Foosball table. Except Lily then got the idea and was actually kicking the ball herself. So I walked across the room to get my video camera, walked back while looking at the screen, trod on the ball which was currently midfield and performed a manoeuvre akin to this: