Two heads are definitely better than one...

... as long as neither of them are crying. To be honest, finding Amelie smiling and Toby not screaming is a bit like spotting a yeti. It takes a lot of patience plus a great deal of luck, and no one will believe it without photos.

The more usual view is this one...

That's Toby speaking his mind, and Amelie proving that we're not as clever as we think we are.

Amelie spent a lot of yesterday lying down next to Toby. I'd like to think she was bonding with her brother and keeping an eye out for him, but in reality, I think she's just realised that anyone lying on a play mat is allowed to moan as much as they like. She told us yesterday that her name was Baby Olivia, and then promptly started crying.

As it happens, she caused a bit of stress at nursery yesterday too. When I picked her up in the afternoon, one of the supervisors came rushing over to me with a concerned expression on her face, and asked me if Toby was alright. I panicked slightly, thinking that something must have happened in the time it had taken me to walk down the hill, but suffice it to say, it hadn't. Five minutes after arriving there yesterday lunchtime, Amelie had told the staff that her Mummy was taking Toby straight to the hospital in case there's something wrong with him.

We'd told her we were taking him to the surgery to register him with a doctor in case he gets ill in the future, so she was close, but not quite close enough to avoid a major panic at the nursery.

Ironically, however, we never even made it as far as the GP. We decided to drive to Toys R Us, followed by Asda, and by the time we'd filled the car with non-essential purchases, we'd run out of time. We needed to be back home by 4pm to welcome the latest person into the baby-cuddling hot-seat...

That's H (not from Steps). And Toby looks just as shocked to see her as he does when he claps eyes on us.