Another month passes in the blink of an eye and today the twins turn nine months old. Three quarters of a year. It’s such a brief space of time and yet it feels like we’ve always had them here with us.
This month Lysander’s little mouth suddenly erupted with teeth and Balthazar is not terribly far behind – we think that we might be able to spot one emerging. My mother-in-law taught Lysander to clap and I missed it because I was at Bubble London. Later that day, I also missed my mother teaching him to say ‘MamamamaMA’ which we think might have been his first attempt at ‘mummy’. Balthazar steadfastedly refused to clap for a whole three weeks and then decided that it was jolly good fun after all and now he does it whenever he wants attention, which is most of the time. It is adorable.
We didn’t go away this month but we made time for plenty of fun. We splashed in the river, and the twins finally met a dear friend who had travelled to London from Greece. We had a photoshoot with a professional photographer, the results from which I’m LONGING to show you, and surprised my in-laws by turning up on their doorstep for a sleepover.
I went to my first children’s fashion trade show and met lots of interesting people. It was fascinating to see the upcoming collections from some of my favourite brands and to discuss how I, through my work as a blogger, could help to promote them. Several interesting opportunities have arisen off the back of those meetings, one of which you’ll hear more about next week. Kirsty got the shock of her life earlier this month when she was asked to fetch something from the fridge and found a new babywearing wrap in there but she’s been practicing lots of new carries and is super happy.
You may notice that poor old Josephine is looking a bit sorry for herself. She had a dodgy hair cut a few weeks ago when someone – ahem – decided to take the clippers to her rather than book her in to see a reputable, qualified groomer. A week or so later her ‘boyfriend’ at the park, who is twice her size, pounced on her for no apparent reason, outcome: three stitches under general anaesthetic or an ugly scar. We opted for the ugly scar due to her age and so her face is going to be a bit lopsided from now on.
So that’s our news from July! How are all of you?