You may recall, when Eleanor was around just a little older than this, when she was really mad she would say "Diddle, dum, diddle, diddle." Josephine, instead, chooses to blow terrific raspberries. It's like she's trying to hold it in, but just can't quite contain her anger. The last one reminds me of the middle picture on this post. What do you think?
Eleanor and I sat out back, just the two of us, with a big plate of hummus and crackers. We chatted about being two. It isn't often that we get to be together, one on one. So, this felt lovely.