The twins

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Right then, it's April 2011, during that glorious period of sunshine that we will probably look back on yearningly later this year.  The twins came round for a rampage (having fairly recently learned to walk), with Suze, Rick and Nic as the hands on, er, hand.  Nic holds the curly mop-topped Ellie on her lap, almost bracing herself.

"Oi, whatchoo lookin' at?"

Daddy Cool and a slightly apprehensive Evie.

Mummy then swings in front of the camera, prompting me to ready a shout of "down in front!", but it becomes apparent that a tummy raspberry is in order to produce a smile for the camera.  A classic technique and one I did not fully appreciate until afterwards. One-two-three... eight teeth!

Fun and/or frolics in the sun.

The twins did not quite know what to make of young Daisy, who was... [retrieves calculator]... six weeks old by this point.  To be fair, she didn't an awful lot, and the twins were far more interested in exploring the garden and attempting to wreck my Weber barbecue (they really know how to exploit its weaknesses).

Evie successfully concealed her slight unsteadiness ("1-2-3-step!") by turning it into a dance manoeuvre.

As ever, they wanted what they didn't have.  So they were not so enamoured with their own plastic beakers, instead being drawn to the glasses which the adults were drinking out of.  First up, Vimto was downed.

Then the beakers' contents (milk) was also poured for delivery into the glass receptacles.  This left the girls with amusingly milky faces.  Evie sported a classic milk moustache...

...whereas Ellie favoured a lactose goatee.  Oh girls.

There'll be more soon, I expect.

I expected correctly.  On the May Day bank holiday, we popped over to Hale for some more twin action.  It was still sunny, if a little breezy, so we stayed outside for most of the afternoon.  The twins briefly stayed still on their small plastic chairs.

Oh Evie, why do you look so anzious?

Ellie hangs out in the Wendy house.

Arty roof-holding shot.  A classic.

Ellie and anxious Evie check out something - probably the chocolates and biscuits on the table.

A chocolate-mouthed Evie makes it clear that this window is being shut.

There.  It's shut.

You two ain't comin' in, right.  Not wivout eggs.  Chocolit eggs.  (Points to Matt for suggesting the Mitchell sisters allusion.)

Ellie poses in the window.  The one that I didn't show them how to climb through.  Honest.

Little contented girl in the corner.  Well, almost.

It's about time she tried to put some shades on, though.  Probably not like that, however.

Dammit, how do I put them on?

Evie has figured it out, or possibly had it figured out for her.  It looks she is swimming towards me here.

Nic's mum tries to keep her on the straight and narrow while I take a photo.  She just keeps coming for me.

Then she shuffles towards the pink bucket like Dame Edna Everage.

I included this mainly to show Ellie's enjoyment of something in the background, whilst being held by Daddy Rick, who is sensibly keeping his nose out of the way.

Once put in the bucket, Evie found it particularly difficult to get out.  Mwahaha.

Once freed from her bucket prison, Evie went to a different kinda place.  Daddy Day Care at your service.

A close up of Ellie.  Not too snotty.

Unsurprisingly, Ellie enjoyed the running after you game, which provided some good action shots.

Uh-oh, she's almost got me.

Apart from food, Ellie's next best favourite thing is the TV.  She is happy to stand watching it as an old man might do so in a branch of Currys.  "Mmmm, good picture that."

The twins play with a book before bedtime.  Additional hands provided by Mummy Suze.

A final shot of Evie.  'Nuff said.

And that's all the twin photos up to date.

Onwards to page 5 for a fresh update.