Journal: Bill Weasley
There is no sound I enjoy more than Victoire and Dominique's giggles or the clink of coins in my pocket, but the silence of babies and goblins both in the evening is nearly as wonderful.
Today's observations: Victoire's not content unless she's gone through at least three different outfits in a day, only wanted butter beans with tomato for lunch (disgusting), and asked for French plaits in her hair prior to bed.
Dominique continues to refuse my attempts to get her to stand unaided despite the fact that she is absolutely capable-- must outwit the clinging toddler tomorrow. Still dislikes eating carrot, but loved egg scramble.