They are finally hitting that age. Before Naia was just a thing that took up mama's time. Then she was a dolly, a dolly who did NOT want anyone fawning over her 9 times out of 10.
Then for a short while she was Babyzilla who ran about knocking down projects and tearing up art work. She progressed to "she who can be ignored" as he disappeared into a book or off fishing from the dock with the big kids in the marina while she watched from the sidelines. And then one morning, they started playing. Together. Peacefully. For like a couple of hours. Playsilks were hung, puppet shows were put on, cars were driven through block built streets, tea was served with the tea set. Now when he reads, she jumps on his lap to listen or mimics with her own pile of books. Now when he paints, she can paint too. (He's painting driftwood and she is painting her thighs, but hey they're both painting!)
Even when he runs off to go fishing or play on deck, she asks for her "floatie" and shoes so she can tag along.
The bliss may be short lived. Or not. I'll take it while I have it. I hope they always find a way to stay connected.