I just adore their little expressions, the way they all look different, and the way they won't stay put anywhere, but sneak off for little adventures all the time, hurtling themselves with gay abandon from great heights.
Unlike the chicks, which are wheeled out at every opportunity, those cakes didn't last long, and swiftly following on the heels of easter came my birthday.
I love birthdays.
I've never travelled up this road before, and on the way down I was mightily wishing I was on a bike not in a car.
Still, I could happily have joined the paragliders soaring about in the sky.
So, here we are, landed squarely at the start of my 32nd year, and wondering what adventures this one will hold. At least I know there's no PhD-related ones - for the first time in 7 years!
We've just started a four day weekend, thanks to the royal wedding, and the spring bank holiday, and there's plenty of plotting and scheming going on about what to do. Bit overcast today, and not much good for photos, but evidence will be produced one way or another...