The nest

Finally.
The Kellies' apartment looks like a nest with two babies.
It was suspiciously tidy the last time I saw them.

Today was a lot more like it ought to be: an explosion of nappies (both clean and soiled), baby clothes everywhere (both clean and freshly burped on), a dog looking slightly lost.

And parents incredibly tired. And happy.
In a too-tired-to-get-a-chance-to-fully-realise sort of way. But happy. And doing a brilliant job.

They haven't had a hot meal, or a hot cup of tea in days (they cook, they boil the kettle, but the product of their effort is always cold by the time they get to sample it) but they are doing fine.

They'll be grand.

The girleens are gorgeous.