Our Kids

This morning, after a nice sleep-in until 6:30am (thank you girls), I got up to bring them their morning cup (bottle) of (soy) milk. As usual, the girls were standing up in the cribs, arms folded over the side walls, waiting for the door to open. I love walking in to that… they both look at you either with a big grin and squeel, or a cute sad face nd a wail. I’m not sure what determines the greeting, could be as simple as “poopy or not poopy”, or maybe as complex as “Piper dropped her blanket and stuffed animals on me and I wasn’t done sleeping.”

Anyhow… this morning it was the combo deal… Piper, though I’m sure happy to see me, didn’t give me much of a smile, but Lela did. I’ve gotten into the routine of getting Piper first, mainly because her crib is closest to the door, but also because she won’t (currently) scream at me when I put her down after changing her. It’s funny how there are just little things that you learn every day…

So I picked her up and she gave me a standard Piper bear hug… I love those hugs. But this morning, after only a small, five-second hug, she whipped around to face Lela, squeeked real loud and pointed her finger at her best friend.

Lela, watching us with her blue sport bottle of soy milk, flashed Piper her trademark big ol’ toothy grin, threw in a bonus Lela-chuckle, and pointed her finger back. Both of the girls had huge smiles on their face as I leaned Piper in so they could touch fingers and finish their “good morning sister, I love you.” And with that, they were ready for the day.

And so was I.