"Oh, I know, but I'd rather not get them extra dirty," Dora said. She was quite used to it at this point, though, and was working on tweaking charms that would clean the clothing better without wearing it out, which was often the problem.
Dora spread a blanket on the floor, its edges charmed to keep them roughly within its limits at the moment though they weren't yet terribly mobile. They had the head thing down though, or rather up, able to lift it and to hold themselves up a bit at the chest. From what she could figure by the reading she did, they were only about a month behind developmentally, give or take, and that was damned good considering how early they'd been born. For now she set the babies down on it with a couple of toys they particularly enjoyed, and then she sat down on the sofa with a gusty sigh.
"Well, don't work too much, love," she said. "You need you time too." Of course, she was one to talk -- she took pretty much any freelance job offered to her, if she could do it and particularly if she could lug the children along. "Just water will be fine."