thursday guys

That's the little one.

This is one of the aunties.

 Here's Uncle James, cuddling, and b.g. with his special milk.  When he wants milk he specifies the kind. 

And here we are.  He's got his arm around my neck twirling my hair, and between the two of them--b.g. smelled like the strawberry milk he was drinking and t.g. smelled like warm breastmilk.

Plus the older one had his ear near enough so I could whisper, "I love you."   He didn't answer, just pressed his ear against my lips.

Sigh.   Long days, but also very sweet days--demanding little guys who are going to grow up SO FAST these long afternoons will feel like a speck, a blur, something I must have imagined.

love yous guys, Grandma