I can manage pulling both babies back from the tide, but the pool intimidates me. Neither baby has spent much time in the chlorinated water because of the ordeal it would be to keep them above water. On the way to the beach from our Air BnB, we had access to a pool, and Winnie finally got to splash away in her beloved new goggles.

Wherever the growth charts may plot him, at thirteen months, our Harry is surely still a baby. Although, I occasionally catch a sneak peek of the rough and tumble years to come.

One of Winnie’s favorite morning pastimes is “pouring the sugar,” or, to the rest of us, “baking.” She sits atop the granite, and sings until it is time to empty another measuring cup.

When he is home, there are simply never enough hours in the day.

With the babies, it’s as if that cold winter goodbye were but yesterday. 

Little does she know, tomorrow he can swing her up onto his lap and let her steer for the first time this year.

A couple amphibians and a reptile.