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Wow, another year, another set of premieres finished, and suddenly it's my birthday again. I'd really like to just ignore the day if possible. We're finally home, back in Venice, that is. I've started unpacking again, and this time I'm not packing another bloody suitcase for at least a month. Or longer, if I can help it.
The twins are growing, starting to hold their heads up, which is lovely to watch as they bob them around while playing on their bellies. They easily recognize Viggo and I, not to mention their two step-daddies, Marton and Orlando.
Christopher seems to enjoy playing with my hair more than his toys. I've stopped wearing any jewelry in my ears or around my neck because I've had earrings ripped out of my lobes too many times to count of late. Emma pulled the charm off a necklace Viggo bought me when we were in New zealand. I haven't found the charm yet. I'm just hoping that it's somewhere in Marton's house so that I can find it again.
I really loved that necklace. *small sigh*
I thought I'd post this picture of the twins before I rush off to fix breakfast. They're wearing the christening outfits that Viggo's mother bought them. We've not had the heart yet to tell her they won't be christened. We're not exactly the most religious people in the world. I tend to think that a church would cave in on us if the four of us walked into a chapel. I sincerely doubt God smiles on family arrangements such as ours. *shrugs*
Obviously, you can tell them apart now by their outfits. You can see Christopher has a gold chain around his wrist. It was the chain my parents christened me with. They bought one for Emma, too, but her wrist is out of the picture so it's not visible.
Off to get breakfast ready now.