friends

Yesterday evening, I sat down at the bottom of the stairs with the Girl in my arms. Just 'cause I wanted to. The Boy followed me and sat down beside me, put his hand on the Girl's back and said "You're my best friend." He just sat there, patting her back, repeating those words.

Then he stopped. Put his other hand on my back and told me that I was his best friend, too. then he stopped, but this morning, when I helped him with the button on his pants, he said again "you're my best friend."

Boy2 has, I think, (touch wood) for the time being decided that being a big boy is good. For a little while there, he was saying that HE was a baby and needed his num all the time. But when we remind him that babies don't get to eat goldfish crackers, or run around, or drink juice. Then he feels better about being older. (Hah! who'd have thought 2 1/2 was old?)

The Girl is alot more alert now. She was actually awake for most of three hours yesterday afternoon! The boys absolutely love her. It's quite funny at times. When the Boy is really upset, he'll be telling her what is wrong. Boy2 gives a running commentary on things he sees. And, of course, she's the Boy's best friend!