I love watching my daughter’s friendships blossom.
The older they get, the more it seems they appreciate those sweet bonds that have formed with other little people their age.
And the more sweetly and intimately they connect.
And – sweet relief – the less they pout, shriek and hoard.
It seems they truly start to love each other, miss each other, and crave each other’s company.
It’s absolutely delightful to observe.
{It helps that their mommies adore each other and would be willing to part with their right kidneys to get to spend a little time soaking each other up. Just maybe.}
When the littler ones play, however, it’s a little less, well…sweet…and a little more…well, let’s just say it’s a little more like constant damage control.
On behalf of my one year old, I apologize for the brutality your 1 year old endured. Between the hair-pulling, face-hitting and screaming, my son really is a lovely little guy. Really. {Thanks for loving us through this unglamorous stage}
I just love these girls. And the way their mama dresses them in style!
Smiling for the camera, right before they stepped in a hole and toppled over.
Checking out the squash blossoms, “oooh, look at the pretty flowers!”
Playdate: delicious.
Kids: sleeping.
Mommies: refreshed!
