of Christmas my new digs gave to me:
a playdate with Gus. "Guhh!!!"
one of the most tragic parts of moving was splitting up these two.
for their entire lives they've played just about everyday.
living across the street from one another, as soon as Hayes could walk he was heading to Gus' house.
in the Summertime everyday after naps we head outside, and they'd RUN to each other, their little blonde mops bouncing, meeting in the middle of the street (a dead quiet cul-de-sac) and hug.
i was equally sad to split myself from his mom Rashelle, but thankfully we set up a standing play-date for the boys (and ourselves) to soften the blow.
if you can close up on this, check out pic #4.
just Hayes' whole fist in Cal's mouth. made me laugh.