Day 5/With her sista from another mista:
I’ve been Cate’s (the baby with hair) nanny since both she and Olive were 3 months-old. Because of this, and the fact that they have everything in common as they are only 5 days apart (born at the same hospital, too!), they have no other choice than to be the best of friends. Honestly, I can’t think of another job (really, ANY other job on earth) that beats the job that I have. Having been able to watch the two of them grow older together, from the earliest stages of infancy to the walking, talking toddlers they are rapidly turning into, has been one of the greatest joys of my life.
In this photo, the girls are hanging out at their favorite spot: by the back door. It’s surrounded by garbage/recycling bins and the coat hooks and there’s always something back there to get into. They like to stand and lean against the door, yelling their baby jibberish at each other and enjoying the sound of their words bouncing off of the glass. Olive loves to kiss her reflection and lately has started to lick the cold glass. My little weirdo.
Anyway, in this picture they are fighting over a hat that my mother-in-law brought Olive back from Iceland. It’s wooly and has little tassels with beads covering it and the girls have taken a liking to sucking on them.**
I don’t know who won the fight, but later Olive threw up on the hat and so now it’s off to laundry land.
**Before anyone lectures me on the potential choking hazard the crazy bead hat presents, let me just say that the beads are about half the size of a pea and are knotted onto the tassels. Just sayin’.