Babes in Toyland

AG and LL are really at such sweet stages and do things each day that just melt our hearts. Here they are "co-driving" the cart on a recent grocery shopping trip. Of course they weren't this happy and cooperative the whole time, but the "bumps in the road" of their sisterly relationship are, at this point, blessedly few and easily overcome! Here's LL trying on one of her latest finds, my "ruby red slippers." She is a shoe scavenger, always checking by the doors to see if there's a new pair left for her to model. And when they're about 20 sizes too big, who cares if they're on the right feet?

We went to Sam's Saturday morning and I was reminded again of how sweet this age is. They are so easy to please (most of the the time!) and unaware of so much "darkness" around them. We were walking innocently toward the bakery and meat department when we passed a massive, creepy display of Halloween decorations, complete with about a dozen different skeletony creatures in a big haunted-looking tent. "What's that, Mommy?" AG asked as we approached. I felt fairly certain we could get by it without a problem by explaining it was just some "silly" decorations, and we thankfully did...AG didn't seem too interested. LL probably checked it out more, noticing the "horsies!" and "man" on the other side, a skull-faced grim-reaper character with nothing more than typical 22 month old interest.

A while later we passed a display of dolls in boxes with all sorts of baby accessories. AG showed them to me and said, "I may come back for one of these when I get a mommy." She's been talking about what she'll do and need when she becomes a mommy for a few months now, and it's so sweet to me that when she sees something in a store that she likes, she thinks about wanting it for her own babies instead of asking for it for herself now.

We watched the classic version of "Peter Pan" again this weekend and since then the girls have run in countless circles around the family room (LL actually spins fast while AG circles her) yelling in sing-song voices, "I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying!"

So when they are asking for the fifth cup of milk that day and needing to be bathed, diapered, carried, snapped into seats, etc., I will try to remember these and the hundreds of other examples of just how sweet these times are. And I will hope the days of fears of the "dark" things and immediate thoughts of wanting things for themselves will wait a while longer... and that the girls will always "fly" with such delight!