BFF

At bedtime after his fifth and final birthday celebration at the Como Zoo a few weekends ago, Noah told me that he loved Isabella.  This is not news.  We all love Isabella.  Especially Noah.  He went on to tell me that he no longer loved Greta.  Ouch.  My heart broke a little.  I did not want to hear why.  I wanted to just let it go and trust that after a few hours of space from his sister, he would love her again.  He went on, unprompted, to tell me that he did not love Greta because she does not have long, beautiful hair like Isabella and she does not have Isabella's voice.  True, the girl likes to sing.  And Noah is one of her biggest fans.

But Bella is never around at bedtime to fight with him over which parent puts which kid to bed.  She doesn't routinely argue with him over which movie to watch in the afternoon.  She isn't the kid in the other car seat shouting over him to get a parent's attention.  I get it.

Four days later, at the end of their school day, Noah ran to Greta's classroom to lift her off the ground in a bear hug, tell her he missed her and show her all of his newest art projects.  And they argued all the way home over whether to listen to the Bolt soundtrack or the Toy Story 3 soundtrack in the car.  Love.