PJ and Sylvie came for a visit yesterday. There were no meltdowns and no one drew blood from anyone else so despite the fact that we are still waiting for that “perfect shot” it was a lovely visit.
“Hi, Sylvie!”
Paige surveys the situation:
“You see, Sylvie — this is how a xylophone works.”
Sizing each other up:
“Hey, Sylvie. I love your new teeth. They really bring out your smile!”
“Hey, Paige. Do you want to check your e-mail when I’m finished?”
“Thanks, Sylvie. I’ve gotta keep a close eye on my stock portfolio these days.”
The pigtails just kill me.
Chatting.
Hey, Sylvie. I think you’ve got a little something there. Don’t worry, I’ve got my hands free, so I can take care of that for you.”
“No worries, I got it.”
I call this one “Paigezilla Takes The Living Room (while Sylvie looks on)”
Sylvie gives kisses. Lots of kisses. It’s just too cute for words. Sometimes, though? Paige just moves too fast for her and Sylvie inadvertently eats a little ear. I’m pretty sure that this is the exact situation to which they were referring when they (whoever “they” is) said: “You live, you learn.” I’m also fairly sure that I’m way past the threshold of “too tired to blog.” Allegedly.
“Hey, Paige? Do you know about The Very Hungry Caterpillar?”
“Paige. It is very important that you know about Eric Carle. He is something of a children’s Shakespeare and I fear that your childhood cannot be complete without him. Do you understand the importance of this?”
“Don’t worry, Sylvie. I have a bookshelf full of Eric Carle. Everything will be fine.”
“Oh, Paige! I could just kiss you! In fact? I *will* kiss you!”
Full of wonder:
So many captions, so little time…
Captivated by PJ:
“Let’s try the xylophone one more time, Sylvie.”
“I’m quite pleased with your enthusiasm here Sylvie, but I’m afraid this is a mallet, not a lollipop.”
“So these two nuns walk into a bar…”
So sweet.
Here’s where I had the genius idea that maybe we could get a shot of both girls together if we put them in PJ’s lap. Paige had other ideas. If I could do a virtual flip book with these I would…
It’s never good when Paige opens up with the tongue-of-sheer-concentration…
And then moves quickly into the tongue-of-utter-devilishness…
Poor Sylvie was completely unprepared for this:
Sylvie’s getting smashed in the face and she’s still amused by the situation:
Paige briefly halts the prison break attempts in favor of a shot at eating PJ’s shoes:
Thwarted again.
While Paige continues to put on a show Sylvie decides it might be time for a little snack break:
Paige tries the other direction. In retrospect I’m sure PJ hopes that Sylvie didn’t absorb any of this…
This is where PJ realizes that she’s being bested by a 10 month old:
“Sweet Fancy Moses, Mama! What on earth is she trying to do?”
There was just no way to stop this train after it was in motion.
And the only appropriate response was peals of laughter.
Aaaaaannnnnd…she’s off!
I’ll never give up hope that that golden picture of the girls is somewhere out there in our future, just waiting to be taken…