“this is what youth must figure out:
girls, love, and living.
the having, the not having,
the spending and giving,
and the meloncholy time of not knowing."
By now you all surely must know Audrey, Edith Grace and Little Behr. Their mama's are best friends. The girls are sisters. Behr thinks Edith's legs are chicken wings, and Audrey's hair is spag-het-TI! (in an exaggerated Italian accent.) Audrey tells stories about how Behr got into the "lotion," even though she herself has white, dried up yogurt-crust on her arms and cheeks. These three live a mere eighth of a mile from each other. I don't think they are going to get married to each other. I think they're just going to be the best of friends.
Behr already has a patience for these girls that he doesn't have with anyone else. Audrey can decorate him. Edith can wail beside him. Audrey can accidentally land her jump on him. Edith can be in his way when he rolls over. He just sits there like a sleepy lump. Edith, on the other hand, almost gets worn out by these two. She tunes them out, I think. She's the voice of reason. Audrey is the instigator and the schemer. She reminds me of this line from E.B. White's Stuart Little: "He was quite warm from the exertion of being Chairman of the World. It had taken more running and leaping and sliding than he had imagined.” Ah, yes, Audrey. The little Chairman. It's not easing being in charge of the world!
I love watching their little friendships begin. Please don't hate each other too much when pimples, driver's ed, BO and ugly nail polish are your worlds. Just be awkward best friends, okay guys?
"TiTi! Watch! Audrey jumpin'!"
Behr's "concerned" face is one of my favorites.
Audrey: "Baaaaby Behr kickin'! You kickin' Behr?"
Audrey: Deese for you Behr! Pink glasses!
Behr: [concerned face]
Edith: Oh my gosh. Calm down. And those are green glasses.
Behr: Okay, f'real Audrey, I'm not wearing your girlie shades. No way.
Audrey: Hahahaha! Behr bein' silly, TiTi!
Behr: No, I'm being concerned!
Behr: "No" is no, and that's final. It's very serious!
Behr: Oh dear. Auuuuuudrey. This is not good.
Edith: You two.
Behr: But... I... don't... want... them!
Audrey: Pretty pink glasses! For sun'n'errands! Errands Behr? At stores? And Target?
Behr: Hey TiTi, would you get a load of this? Wanna help a boy out?
Behr: No? Alright. I'll take matters into my own hands. HALT!
Behr: I will dissolve your womanly wear with my super saliva!
Behr: Oh. This is just delicious. Mmmm. Yes.
One of our favorite Behr-isms is the way he rounds his legs and "clasps" his feet together. He'll wiggle them together and then flail! and kick! and celebrate! followed by his feet "holding hands." It's so precious.
This picture is how I will remember Behr and Audrey as little friends.
The mister has been teething for almost two months and his teef haven't popped up yet. Apparently the leopard slap bracelet felt incredible on his sore gums.
(^ that's not an upset-with-Audrey face... that's just his "Hmmm, this tasted different than I was expecting" face. Probably like what we do for lemon slices, or oversalted foods :)
Her saggy top-knot. His ARMS. Her yellow romper. His ARMS.
Fascinating what a few weeks can do, huh?
I love these next pictures of "tummy time." (Audrey feels left out of the baby activities sometimes?)
(Um. Behr's arms!)
If the next three images had a title they would be: Big Sister Whispers While Cleaning Up CrayonsBefore NapTime. (It could use some work.)
"Night night, Eedif."