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"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013"

Mostly I try to take photos of each girl separately, consciously looking at the differences or similarities in their characters and looks. But they are twins, identical twins, and whilst I will be mindful of celebrating them as individuals, the fact that they are a pair is inescapable. I look forward to seeing their unique relationship develop. This week the photos I picked have their sister in the frame, but not as the focus of the photo. For once I had the dslr out, I'm trying to be get it out at a least once a day to capture them in this baby phase. 

Maggie: such a thoughtful gaze.

Elisabeth: a surprised look as she practises her crawling.

Joining in (a tad late) with Jodi at Che & Fidel.

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"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013"

Maggie: I love her crazy smile, and spend most of my time with her trying to make her smile. Innocent enough, but every so often I have a flash back to the NICU, and how unhappy she was. Two of our favourite NICU nurses visited for morning tea on Saturday and they couldn't believe Maggie's transformation. She is still infamous for her indignant, angry cry - a fighter even before she was born. I remember my own tears as I held her and realised I couldn't make her happy: she wanted to be free of tubes and needles and she would let everyone know that. If her nappy was even remotely damp she would rattle her humidicrib with her cries until it was changed. To see her now it's hard to believe she's the same baby.

Elisabeth: they know to look at the phone/camera?!

They marked their 9 months this past week. 

Linking up with Jodi at Che and Fidel

Friday Flowers

The ranunculus has started, and that makes me happy. 

Some of my freesias evaded the slugs. 

Grape hyacinth and our first rose.

More ranunculus and anemones.

Ah, spring.

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Maggie: she had picked up this mirror herself and was busily checking herself out. 

Elisabeth: Rob took this photo of us on Father's Day (dslr). She's changed from a newbie baby into a little girl baby. She is standing up here, one of her new favourite tricks. She looks for us and greets us with a hello noise. She is now eating cereal and pear. Two little meals a day. 

Spring

Perfect blue sky.

An afternoon sea breeze.

Sunlight streaming into the hut.

Babies in singlet suits.

Bifold doors wide open.

Lawn mowing.

Flower garden bursts into bloom.

The return of the swallows.

Bird song in the morning.

Frog calls at night through open windows.

Gin and tonic.

Home made ice cream.

Lazy afternoon snuggling in the bedroom.

A later twilight.

This weekend almost felt like summer instead of spring. 

Rob ordered some sand to top dress his lawn. The dogs followed him as he wheeled the barrow to the pile left by the truck, and then back to the lawn. When they got too hot they retired to the laundry hut verandah. But all three were blissfully happy.

The girls and I snuggled on our bed with the French doors open.

Sunday, of course, was Father's Day, so after a late breakfast and some baby cuddles, Rob picked up his eldest daughter. We enjoyed a curry for lunch then Piña Colada ice cream (dairy free), then after a cooling head wash for each baby girl we all retired to the bedroom to watch them wriggle and coo. 

The weekend was over far too quickly. 

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"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013"

Maggie: has discovered her toes.

Elisabeth: loves her bunny.

Joining in with Jodi at Che & Fidel.