Eve and Ben are playing together more these days.
They are double trouble, those two.
They both have big personalities, they are happy, active, and smart.
This morning Ben threw his sippy cup off his highchair tray and it hit Eve.
She cried, hugged me tight, and pronounced emphatically-- "See, that's why I don't want that kind of baby!"
Oh, the joy of having a little brother.
Unfortunately for Eve, this is my favorite kind of baby.
I happen to love the strong, Captain Moroni, Peter type babies.
If I can survive the messy toddler years, I prefer raising leaders to raising followers. I somehow ended up with a whole houseful of that kind of babies.
You know immediately that these kinds of babies are going to be something.
I hope they turn out something good!
Now, better go find that little mess maker, he's fast!!
(If I actually took time to go onto my computer, I'd link to the cutest books. I love them. Little Dinos Don't Bite and Little Dinos Don't Hit... They're cute-- and so are little Dinos. Look them up.)