babies on the brain

That pretty much describes us these days.

The girls are taking a special interest in caring for their baby dolls and it is so much fun to watch them become little mommies. Their faces show such concern and tenderness. Then they drag them around by the heel or squeeze the doll's head in, which is not quite as sweet. But somehow still endearing.

Today we spent the morning at the art museum making prints, building towers, cutting and glueing and painting and enjoying being together. Later when we were home, we crowded into the rocking chair - not sure how we all still fit but that may explain the broken chair arm - and read classic Winnie the Pooh stories.

After dinner I watched them dance in the living room wearing tutus (with Sophie also insisting on wearing a "super fancy shirt" which almost created an apocalyptic meltdown). I love everything about them when they dance - the way their ponytails begin slipping down and to the side, the wispy curls around their faces, Aida's giant smile and Sophie's serious concentration.

The baby is currently doing her own little dance. Perhaps she's preparing for her grand entrance? A pink elephant can only hope.