One has finally got the knack of blowing bubbles {not sure if I should be championing this or not?!…oh well} and the other is obviously getting too big for his onesie.

These Bois. Our Bois.

We were all sat watching the awful news this weekend and I turned to them at one point, tears streaming down my face, and said “Promise me one thing bois, promise me you will never go out to hurt anyone intentionally”. To which they both looked at me like I was going mad and said “Well duh, obviously”.

So I guess we’re doing something right.

Bois Bach de chi werth y byd a mwy.

{Onesie update: there are now two toes sticking out…}