A Saturday morning movie in his new favourite pjs. He's moving back and forth between toddlerhood and childhood right now. He'll still pull his toes up to his chest when he's laying down, still so easy for him to curl up. And the next minute, he's surprising us with something new he can do.
She is starting to play make believe all the time. It's wonderful. I adore it so much. She sets the scene for us, assigns us our roles, sources any props required and then off we go (our acting constantly corrected). This dead palm frond became the perfect horse for Rapunzel to ride up and down the castle. I only shot three frames before she noticed me and pointed out my horse.
They fluctuate between mad crazy love for each other, having so-much-fun together that I am careful not to disturb them ... and full blown sibling rivalry. They both want what the other has, they both want to help in the kitchen, they both want to go in the car with dada, they both want to pile onto my lap at the same time, elbows digging into each other. They are so loving and so frustrated with each other a million times a day.