Baby also needs to work on left shoe vs right shoe

In the past few weeks we have exchanged phone numbers with not one, but two couples with children more or less Dylan's age. Maybe it's different for you kids who have grown up with cell phones, but I rarely find myself in a position to give out my digits. One of the fathers muttered we don't normally do this... as we were both taking out our phones and I had to agree. So, this means I'm popular, right? Actually, it feels more like dating, but family dating. Instead of any confusion about which gender should be leaping to open the door/pull out the chair/pay for things, it is all sparklingly clear: it is the babies. Come on kids, hop to.

One of the families was of the girl who was in the playground gang with Dylan in that picture. I hadn't really registered until pretty recently that they are the bestest of buddies and we should probably get them together, but, whoops, they are. We ran into them in the park and they did their gleeful hugging thing in which Dylan is a somewhat reluctant participant and it was revealed that the other girl was the biter in case we happened to receive one/many reports of Dylan being bitten a few months ago and it turns out they were born five days apart. They ran happily off together and did you know kids that age can actually play like actual kids? They can and we all melted into puddles from the cute (except for the dogs, who as usual melted into puddles from the hot).

Also, speaking of the kid, she's been hoarding shoes. Maybe she heard Aaron say BABY NEEDS A NEW PAIR OF SHOES one too many times?