His and Hers

Harry's BFF Lucy is at our house this week, our turn to host the nanny-share. They joined me and Charlotte in the kitchen while I put some Korean-style ribs in the slow-cooker (crockpot for you 70s fans). Hoping to secure a good view of the action, they took seats, his and hers (on their own, mind you), to check it all out. It felt a little like the Iron Chef gallery. I think Charlotte and I scored well.

The kids were born two weeks apart and share a lot of the same features (blond hair, big blue eyes, about the same height), which leads everyone in the park to assume that they're twins. Our poor nanny has gotten so fed up deflecting the question that she now says "yes, twins" just to get some peace.