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Saoirse and Sophie tend to throw all the clean laundry out of it's basket (rarely a laundry basket, usually just a large rubbermaid container) and turn it into a boat. They did this this morning and both girls climbed inside, along with assorted stuffed animals.
Sophie: You're my best sister, Saoirse.
Saoirse, squeezing Sophie's cheeks: You're my best friend, sweet cheeks.
Really? Are they not the freaking sweetest things ever?
Nevermind that Sophie later tried to bite Saoirse's thigh as they fought during a rousing game of musical chairs- minus the music. 
13 May, 2009
Overheard.
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omg they are real REAL little girls now.
No more babies.....
Sad in a way, isn't it?
That is sooo adorable! OMG, so sweet.
Not only cuties but precious to boot!
Thanks for stopping by my blog! I love that little ones can be so super sweet and then 2 seconds later--nightmares!! He,he!!
I hate that you got vetoed on the Irish names-what were they besides, Cillian. You really see it spelled Killian--I told my hubby the only way I would go for it is if we spelled it the orignal Galeic spelling--He went for it!!!
Me again! I liked reading your names. Cormac was #1 on my list for the longest-I like Cathal--how is that pronounce? Down in TN it is hard to had too weird pronouciations people don't get it--we get Sillian all the time.
Uhm... In the picture? WHo is that standing next to Saoirse?
And don't you dare lie to me and claim that's Sophie, because Sophie's a BABY! And that ain't no baby.
On another note? That story? Cutest thing ever!
Sophie? That YOU??
You're so very CLEAN!!!!
(How long did that last?)
What a pair of cuties!
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