The other morning, Saoirse was playing hopscotch on these little mats that her grandmother had gotten for her.
Over came Quinn, curious to see the fun.
A tussle ensued. And by tussle, I mean, Saoirse was pushing Quinn the heck off of her mats while Quinn squealed in frustration.
She got the hint, and carried on. Either that or she saw something shiny and got distracted. Babies are a lot like cats.
And, like that, the routine came full circle. Saoirse went back to playing, until Quinn decided to join in again. You can guess what happened next.
Sisters. Should be fun when they start sharing clothes.
It was so cold last night–well, cold for our crew, anyway. The temperature…
It’s the barely perceptible shushing noise that tips me off. Cian, quietly, slyly…