By some unplanned miracle, my best friend, Alyssa, and I were pregnant at the same time last year. It was so much fun to be able to share that craziness with someone I'm so close to (And also to plan out our future children's marriage to each other). We did our best to help each other out when we could. I remember Alyssa and I planned to ride bikes one time, just to get our pregnant selves out of the house. Well, we didn't have any bikes, so we decided to walk over to her sister's house to borrow hers. It was a nice spring day with just a little breeze, so I wore a sweater. We were having a grand ole time for about half an hour, until we realized Alyssa's sister live much further than we had anticipated. It wasn't too long until the breeze died and the sun bore down on our absent-minded pregnant heads. We didn't have any water with us, or our phones, or anything (we left it all at home for some reason). And why was I wearing a sweater?? So we trudged on with our sweaty faces held high and our feet swelling down below. Such fools. In the end we lived, we made it to her sister's, turns out they didn't have bikes, she gave us a pity ride home in her mini van. There is no real point to this story, it's just a fond memory that the two of us share.
Yesterday, Alyssa and Delilah came over to play with Fox and me. We ate cookies and watched embarrassing videos that Alyssa and I made in college (American Idol spoof anyone?). Fox and Delilah are both pretty mobile now, so it was fascinating to watch them interact with each other. Here's a little play-by-play of what's going on in the above photos:
Turns out they both love cell phones, so they quickly got each other's numbers and began texting up a storm. Then Delilah was just super cute. And then Fox told Delilah he likes her better with her hair down.
Yes, I now narrate baby photo montages. Deal with it.