The girls can now almost hold their head, and they have begun to take note of the mobiles above their beds. Gloria spends hours waving around with her arms and kicking into the air, hoping to hit something. Lara happily talks to the wooden bees and butterflies above her head. Interestingly enough, the babies hardly take note of each other. When we put them both in the playpen, they completely ignore their sibling. They pay more attention to about everything else than they pay to their sister.
Responsibility hits you in funny ways. The other day it occurred to me with some months delay I should probably wash the babies behind their ears. If I don't do it, who will? And then there was the day when I misplaced the baby. I went to see if they're all right and found one bed empty. Since it was unlikely the baby had learned to walk while I wasn't looking, I probably took her someplace and then forgot. I checked the big bed and the babyseat and the playpen before I remembered I put her on the couch, where she was still sleeping peacefully. (But don't tell my husband.)
Stefan and I, we have meanwhile organized our lives with the babies pretty well, though we are still short on sleep. It didn't help that Europe switched to summer time yesterday. Today, Lara and Gloria seem a little confused that breakfast is so early. And I have learned to type two-handed while balancing a baby on my forearms.