Here we have Inga and Bea playing on my legs. They alternate between touching each other, blowing raspberries on my shins (as delightful as it sounds) and trying to bite my thighs. Graham watched them the other day and asked,
"Do those babies think that's (pointing to my thighs) jello?"
I've since started walking again.

Here's a fun new game: Bea puts her fingers in Inga's mouth and Inga laughs.
Bea pulls them out and laughs.
Repeat, repeat, repeat.

This picture captures a large portion of my day, every day. Bea has taken a toy from Inga and Inga lets out a shriek like she's been bitten or punched or kicked or all of those,
all at the same time.

More solids, more mess, more cute.