First there was this.
(you could tell from the beginning which was the boy and which the girl…Abel always had a bigger nose and a receding hairline)
And before I knew it, this was happening.
And then, faster than a blink, it’s like this
I may have gone rather overboard on the sugar and butter and carbs part of things, but I can blame the twins for that. It was their idea. And since they were born on St. David’s Day, I always always make them Welsh cakes, and sometimes I take bad pictures of them.
And of course there are always daffs. It is St. David’s Day, you know.
And for the next morning, unfrosted cinnamon rolls, until Donn went to the store and came home with powdered sugar. I do know how to make my own (an advantage to having lived overseas), but I prefer not to.
Who is St. David? Patron saint of Wales, of course. You should eat Welsh cakes and have daffodils on his day (1 March), and if you’re really going to be authentic, eat/wear a leek. I don’t usually go that far.