BFF

This past weekend I spent some quality time with Anya, who I predict will be one of my best friends ever because her Mom  and my Mom and her Dad and my Dad are really tight.  She's the coolest (for a girl and all) and we had some totally good times kickin back and celebrating our first Fourth of July together.  She shared her Lamaze activity bird and bottle warmer with me, while I shared my activity mat with her (I think I scored major points with the blinking musical bug which I thought she would like because its tre chic).  I even let her borrow a pair of my socks for the ride home because my Dad already taught me if I leave something behind or lend something  I need back, that secures another date.  Although the weather wasn't so great, the six of us made do and laughed, napped, cooked and talked, talked, talked.  Both Anya and I wonder what grown-ups talk about because its all they ever seem to do.  If we had the power to heat up our own bottles, or do something as cool as turn the lights on and off, we would mesmerized and  eating all day long and forget about the blah, blah blah. Silly grown ups.