Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Hand Holding
A few weeks back, my car was in the shop. It was only gone from us for one day, but for reasons too boring to blog about, we switched the car seats to the civic a full week ahead of schedule. This meant the kids' seats were right next to each other. The backseat is so small that their armrests actually touched. This also meant that they could reach out and make contact with one another. In future years (months??), this will spell trouble as it will inevitably mean they will be able to reach out and strike one another, or pull each other's hair, or some other fun-for-them-but-not-for-mom activity. This time around, the close proximity meant great things. Once inside the car each day, Maddux would give a little cry, and then a big cry until Eli extended his hand to the half-way point where she could reach it. Then they would hold hands. This would cause Maddie great joy and she would laugh and smile. Eli didn't seem to mind much either. Being the awesome big brother that he is, he always indulged her, even if he didn't feel like it. One day I happened to have the camera in the car and I couldn't help but stop at a red light and snap a few photos.
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