Harry's Blog

You've probably already read my beloved L's previous post about the little kicking game our twins are currently playing. Every time I place my hands on the bump they'll stop kicking. I try to think of this as them showing due deference to their father - though I actually suspect this is the first stages of them making fun of me for the rest of my life.

Anyway, instead of continuing this game last night we decided to have a listen instead. So I lay down with an ear to L's bump.

What followed was rather magical. I could hear the twins moving around very clearly. The sound of them tapping L and the occasional more powerful kick. It was wonderfully moving to hear them like that, I felt closer to them than I have so far.

And so after that I spent ages talking to them. Thankfully though I doubt they'll remember the variety of banal late-night subjects I rambled through.