Beautiful creatures who put up with me
Zoe May is looking forward to her next birthday. She was born on April 23rd, Saint Jordi's Day, three years ago. Now she can even count the candles, imagine that. Zoe now speaks in full sentences, which makes things easier ... most of the time (often the sentences have the form "I want ..."). She's enjoying her new tricycle and she is still hates swimming. She's making progress on both fronts though. She's had to change rooms at her kindergarten, but she has overcome the challenge of making new friends; definitely more social than dad. At the moment (and for the sake of my sanity, I hope the moment passes soon), Zoe is obsessed with Frozen. She knows the lyrics for any Frozen song you may want to hear. Unfortunately, so do I now. Ironically, (and perhaps unsurprisingly, in South Australia) Zoe has never seen snow in her life.
Abigail Rose arrived on March 1rst, Saint David's Day, and she has left the one-year mark behind. She's starting to say a few words here and there (to my delight, one of the most popular is "daddy"). She's crawling and climbing steps, and she enjoys being chased (laughing at the top of her lungs when one needs to run after her). Abby will eat anything (edible or not) that one puts in front of her, but she is having trouble grasping the idea of having a rest and going to sleeping consistently. As a result, I tend to like her more during the day and ... less so during the night. Abby points at things (who knows for what reason), waves at people, says "good bye" at random times and blows the occasional kiss if prompted to do it. She seems to be fascinated by her big sister, who can do amazing things such as walking.