Weekend with Neighbors

Yes, neighbors. Because Liz and I still refer to each other as "neighbor" despite the fact it has been several years since we both lived on good ol' Remington Ave. We FINALLY got Charlotte and Eva together this past weekend, and I think the girls enjoyed each other (as much as toddlers can), and it did inspire Charlotte to learn a new phrase: "me, me, me." Which was mainly used to identify the objects of Eva's that Charlotte desired (like new fantastic awesome straw cups). Here are a few pics.

Charlotte and Eva working on a puzzle Saturday morning.

Liz taught Charlotte to play the piano with her feet:
Aunt Dana reading a book to the girls:
"Hey, your stupid flash is distracting us from our story!  We are not amused."
Liz deflected any potential meltdowns with "pedicures" in the bathroom sink:


Thanks again, Neighbors and Chad and Dana; we had a great time.  Charlotte is still raving about it ("me, me, me!").  Oh, and I think we left a spoon at your place...if you happen to see it, set is aside for me, thanks!  Hope we can see everyone again soon.