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Trips to the park. Me walking. Bleu strolling. Buby tricycling. Spontaneous conversation. Food + drink. Happy gasps and ear piercing squeals. Instant and one-day-only friendships. Unexpected firsts.



Buby's insistence on dressing himself. His affinity for hats, cardigans, glasses and boots. The boots! Honestly, he has pretty good style, albeit not always weather appropriate. Case in point: A sweater vest in 80+ degrees. I did finally talk him out of it about halfway home.












Bleu standing with her hands on her hips. It's her signature stance these days.



The babes believing she can do anything the big kid can do. Bleu is smack in the age of imitation, which is really fun for us. Most of the time she couldn't care less if she's younger + shorter than Buby.



Watching them play together. I waited and waited {sort of impatiently} for them to get there, and then one day they did. As promised. Buby loves to make his sister laugh out loud. He considers it his chief responsibility. That and watering the plants. It's a very important job, and no one else can do it.

Gestures like this one. They reduce me to mush. 97% of the time he is at her beck + call. {3% is reserved for neccessary torture, which I am beginning to accept.}

She flings her sippy cup and he races to get it. She tosses her hat and he gently places it back on, reminding her that it will protect her peach fuzz from the sun. She stumbles over her own two feet and he helps her up. She wakes from her nap crying and he is first in line to dole out afternoon kisses.