I wasn’t going to post these pictures on here. I don’t like the mess on the floor in the first picture (even though it’s closer to real life than a clean floor would be). And for the photos on the bottom row, I had been hoping for a picture with them both smiling out at me from the teepee. But then Charlie accidentally whacked Amélie in the face so, instead of happy perfection, you get… well… that look from Amélie. And ignorant bliss from Charlie who has no clue he has just nearly removed the nose from his sister’s face. So no, I wasn’t going to post these here. But then I realised I loved them even more than like this than if they’d come out how I’d have wanted them to. This is them. The real them. Crazy, sweet, angry, happy, calm, crazy (did I say that already?), the same, and so very different all at once. Just them: perfectly imperfect.