Big N had one of his favorite friends, S, over for a sleepover this past weekend. The two of them ran around the house, played games with cars and airplanes, watched a movie, discussed horse power and the merits of F-16s vs. F-17s and which car or fighter jet leaves which one in the dust, etc., etc. You know, boy stuff (although, I must say, each one feeds off of the other and they've both turned into super geeks by the time they are ready to say goodbye to each other).
It was great to see the two kids having fun, but even better to watch Little N.
She chased the boys around as much as her little legs would let her, squealing when she found them and purposefully heading off in their direction when they moved yet again. Finally, when they settled down to watch the movie, she seized the opportunity to stare, uninterrupted, at ... her big brother's friend!
Oh, the adoration on her face! She looked and looked. She ignored me when I called her, preferring to lean on the sofa Big N's friend was sitting on, neck and face upturned. I said, "Do you want to give him a hug?" (She's into hugs, big time). She ignored me. Of course. But kept on looking waiting for him to look at her. He, unfortunately, was engrossed in Star Wars playing on TV.
Then it struck me - this is just the beginning of a future full of Big N's friends traipsing in and out of the house for little N to gawk at. Sigh!