After what seemed like hours of listening to Mom ooh and ahhh over Kirsten's fancy buns covers with the ruffles and bright colors and hearing repeatedly: "ohmygoodnessifrigginloveheroutfit!" We finally kick-started our playtime when I began to covet a sticker Kirsten had. I was certain she would pull away and run off with the beautiful piece of artwork screaming "Mine!" while looking back with major disdain at the poor, sad, stickerless boy she left behind. At least thats what I would have done if the tables were turned.
Being as sweet as she is, she selflessly removed the sticker from her own shirt and placed it on mine. How nice was that?
So I decided to return the favor of her kindness and allow her to use my rocket, which she had some trouble maneuvering, but what do you expect from a female driver? (Disclaimer: I'm learning a lot of funny statements like this from Daddy who doesn't realize how much I pay attention).
We then attempted to shoot some hoops, I've still got a lot to teach her about which ball to use for which sport. But what do you expect from a girl? (Sorry, its my Daddy coming through again-he thinks he's so funny)
One thing that Kirsten and I have in common is our great love for books (aka Bobbies). When we heard the familiar sound of a bobby cover opening, we both came running and took our places front and center so Kirsten's Mommy could read to us. Note to Parents: Pop up books are very attractive to us young toddlers and when things pop out at us from a book page, its an automatic assumption that we should grab it and tear it off. If you are concerned with keeping your books in pristine condition, you may find these are better suited for children a few months older. But, it seemed like Mommy thought it more funny than anything.
After the bobbies, we each got one of Daddy's birthday cards and sat and relaxed on the bear (Prounced "beah" with your thickest Boston accent. I refuse to call lions and tigers by their proper names-they are all beahs to me.) and elephant chairs. Can't you just picture us in about 70 years on our recliners or porch rockers with our respective newspaper sections (if they even still exist then) making these same faces at eachother? Well, my Mommy can.
Things have certainly progressed since our first meeting back when we were both under 6 months-we didn't share as well, but rather I took every toy that Kirsten was given and proceeded to gnaw at them with all of my might. I hoped to leave my gum marks on as many of her toys as I could for her to remember me by.
And here we are in all of our chubby-cheeked glory a few months later. I don't mean to sound vain, but I would really like to pinch both of our cheeks in this picture, we are seriously cute. I can't wait to see how much we grow in the future! Love you Kirsten!
