I know I’m often guilty of playing the “cute” card in these posts. But last weekend something happened that stretches the limits of the word. Alden’s friend Iris came over for the day, visiting from Baltimore, and brought her dad Christian along. All of us decided to take a walk to the post office, and along the way, Alden and Iris decided to make their friendship public, to the utter delight of their camera-toting parents.
This visit was the first time that they’ve ever really played together, as opposed to playing next to one another.
Together, they loaded blocks and small stuffed monkeys into the trunk of Alden’s plastic car.
Together, they stacked blocks on the block-stacking thingy.
Together, they shared private secrets and grinned conspiratorially about them.
Iris even let Alden try on her sunglasses.
Their BFF status was forever cemented when they shared a moment of horror (or was it awe?)…
…when Christian decided to try them on as well.
Christian and I might already be too uncool for our daughters to stomach, but we can take heart in knowing that at least they have each other.
It’s hard to believe, that so recently they were doing this.
Click here for more photos of the bosom friends in their early years.
So sweet! Makes me wish I lived closer to you all.
Quite a family resemblance between Iris and her dad, and so cute to see the second generation of friends holding hands!
Christian and I have never mastered the hand-holding part of our friendship.
Ha! Sorry about that. My vague grammar misconstrued my intent. Amusing, as I’m presently (at this very moment) working a shift as a tutor in a university writing center…regardless, it’s cool to see that the second generation gets along just as well as the first did!
Don’t get me wrong. I’d like to hold Christian’s hand. He just won’t let me.