Oh these two.
They are currently the very best of friends.
James adores Lola and everything she says and does.
Lola is fiercely protective of her little brother and works diligently to keep him out of trouble.
They don't always get along -- today Lola admitted to her grandmother and I that, "Sometimes I steal his toys."
And James usually responds to the thievery with a hard smack.
But no one can make Lola smile and squeal in a freakishly high-pitched voice like her brother, and James reserves his most charming giggle for his "yaya."
I think if I had one wish at this very moment in time, it would be that my babies would stay this close forever.
Because this life is about a gazillion times easier when you have an unconditional pal by your side, especially when your goal is to trap your mother in her closet.
Love these monkeys of mine.