dolls and swords
The differences between my 3.5 year old daughter and my 2.5 year old son are becoming more obvious by the week.
Today, Rachel asked me to help her dress her doll in a onesie I gave her that doesn’t fit Brady. Actually, it never fit him. 🙂 Right after that, Eli runs up wielding a foam baseball bat like a sword and proceeds to tell me he is a muskateer.
It’s so nice to have boys and a girl… the differences are so much fun to see. 🙂 I’m very curious to see what life will be like once Brady is old enough to collaborate with his older brother in conspiracies designed solely to torment their sister. Should be fun. 😀