They’re gaining weight.
They’re getting smarter, little necks holding up big heads.
They still look very much the same, but I’m starting to think I can see distinct personalities.
They’re getting bigger.
I have noticed that there is a cluckly little element to my character that raises it’s head every time I baptise a wee little baby. I’ll have no more of those. My kids are all bruisers.
I do sort of miss having little bubs.
But the gains will grow. Who doesn’t have a little more interactivity? I’m looking forward to inhabiting a couch with three boys next to me, Rugby on the TV, nachos on the plate in front of us, and dreams (maybe theirs, more likely mine) of them taking the field together in the green & gold.
You lose one experience, and gain another.