middle children are special no doubt.
i am one. we have two. but for some reason our two can tend to be like oil and water.
the days that they get along are magical to me because they are few.
the other night, oliver was working hard on something in another room. he kept coming to brian and i to ask spelling for certain words.
"how do you spell 'only'?"
"what about 'allowed'?"
"what about 'like'?"
at this point, brian said, "wait a minute... i know what you're trying to spell." oliver got an adorable guilty smile that he gets when he knows he's busted, but maybe not in too much trouble.
he said, "can you juss help me spell the word?"
the resulting product is above.
BOYS ONLY ALLOWED
LIKE NIC AND OLIVER
he made the club up in his top bunk. i guess to keep the babies and little girls out.
this other picture is of our girl trying to decide what she is going to do about this little club problem. she is not too keen on being left out. this is what i believe she is thinking, "poor little oliver. he thinks he can keep me out of his precious club. that's cute. i will be in any club i like. and when i'm a teenager, i won't let him date my friends."