9 weeks old - it's bath time - and butt time!

Just like millions of other bloggers who bare their soles on the internet, we've decided to bare "our soles" this week - YES it's time to GUESS THAT BUTT!

Can you tell who's who from the shape of our cheeks?
(answer below - just like in the newspapers!)

We love bath time - it's about the only time in the day that M+D are guaranteed a smile from us - well then and when they're changing us and we let one rip! - on saturday Joe sharted 3 times - he thought it was hilarious, but Dad lost his sense of humour when the third one nearly stained his top.

Aaannyway - we digress. Proof below of the smiles, you'll notice that we're also doing our jedi impressions with the hooded towels - we'll leave you to guess what happens when Joe uses the force...





"Truly wonderful, the shart of a child is"
Yoda - Attack of the clones

"No, it isn't"
Dad - the nursery

Answer: Evie on the left, Joe on the right

8 weeks old - We're smiling, jean therapy, and my father's son

Ha ha haa haaaaaaaa - YES this week we decided to start smiling, and boy do we love it!

The best bit is when we do a massive smile, M+D get all excitable, grab the camera, and by the time they've got the lens cap off, we're crying again or dribbling mik out of our noses (which actually stings by the way - frickin' formula).

Hee hee - this photo took Dad 2 days and over 150 photos to get right - well we had to let him get a decent one for the blog, poor bloke.

Secondly, we discovered Jeans. Evie's favouring bell bottom flares, Joe is more of a classic boot cut kinda guy.

And the best thing about them? NO POPPERS!!! For those of you with no kids this will mean nothing, but for those of you with kids, you'll know why jeans are Dad's new best friends.

Finally this week - Dad just couldn't stop himself. It used to be that he would co-ordinate outfits with Mum (yes, we think it's sad too), but this week he thought Joe looked so cool he went for the father-son combo:

cute eh!

7 weeks old - we get all rural in our off-road buggy - it's a sweet ride

We ditched the urban Maclaren this weekend and took to the hills in our off-road 3x3 rag top.
Gorgeous weather, but man it was muddy. Dad was very impressed with the wheels on our ride




try that in your Quinny or Bugaboo!



we also notched up our third "ohh sweet, one of each - are they identical?" comment - COME ON PEOPLE!

6 weeks old - in which we meet Great Grandad, and learn what 'mayhem' means

So M+D decided to really chance their luck this week-end and take us up to Grandma & Grandad's to meet Great Grandad (it does make sense if you read it slowly). Aunty Jen, Uncle Si and cousin Lucy were also there.

Oh - and man do we love being in the car - all that vibration and wind noise, sends us straight off to sleep.

"hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
[Dad may like uplifting vocal house, but we think we'll be more into euro-trance.]

Anway, here's us, having arrived, been fed, and being all cute for the family:



Now, we're 6 weeks old right, which is 42 days. Great Grandad is 96 years old - which, according to our Early Learning Centre scientific calculator (6 functions, massive buttons) is 35,040 days!

That's a lot of milk....and he's still got more hair than us!

What M+D don't realise is that when they put us down to get some 'sleep' between feeds, we actually spend most of the time talking:



...you can tell where this is going can't you?

Dad called it showing off, but we prefer to think of it as testing their resolve - and once again it's their fault anyway for feeding us that formula stuff - there's a limit to how long we can keep it in you know.

So Joe started it, cleverly pooing right out of the back of his first nappy, almost reaching his shoulders. Then Evie followed suit, pooing through the sides of hers, and weeing so much that it soaked her new pink tights. Once Joe had been changed he immediately released his secret weapon - a fart so loud that it brought out a load more poo which caught everyone by surprise, and ruined another outfit - he ended up in one of Evie's pink vests (nice). Not to be outdone, Evie then pooed again, and threw up a bit.

Great Grandad nearly left.

Grandma was now scouring the house looking for anything that might substitute for clothes and nappies, whilst Aunty Jen got hysterics.

We suspect it may be a while until M+D take us anywhere again, but they're already talking about getting a bigger changing bag...

or maybe just keeping us in the car, cos naturally as soon as we left we calmed down:

"hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"