Cousins

They just know.  It's interesting to observe, really.  Soren and Avery don't see each other often, maybe 2-3 times a year.  Of course we prepare them for one another 'Soren - are you ready to see your cousin Avery??' 'Avery, are you ready to play with cousin Soren??'.  Just like you would for playdates and outings.  But for some reason - when these two get to see each other, it's as if they know - that they are cousins.  

Their interactions with other kids are always different.  I'm told Avery plays a shy - keeps to herself, parallel play, and Soren is a bit quiet but quickly turns into the clown.  I'm not implying Soren didn't act the clown or they didn't parallel play, but they did instantly interact.  

Avery was super excited and started pulling Soren around to see all her toys and showing him how EVERYTHING works (she's almost exactly a year older, took on the big kid role!).  And Soren was quick to follow asking questions and examining her every move.

It was different.  Maybe that is a better way to put it.  In the best way.  Like you could see the warmth and love between them even though the depth of that word they have yet to really comprehend.  It was something special.  I miss her already and her little sister.  And so does Soren.  

Every morning we were there, Soren would wake up asking 'Where's Avery?'.  I would tell him she was still sleeping in her room.  He would go in, climb up on her bed and wish her a good morning.  Avery would then instruct me to make them oatmeal and orange juice as they began a day of play.  Our sweet little blondies.   He asked me yesterday morning, our first day back in Cincinnati 'Where's Avery??'.  My heart melted.

 

Cincinnati Summer : Second Sunday on Main

Another Sunday well spent!  We headed down for the Hudepohl races.  Pappa enjoyed a beer while Soren and I chilled out with some Streetpops.  We snagged some delicious Grilled Cheese (C'est Cheese Food Truck) and checked out vendors and new entrepenours (check out this great Frameshop , these sweet threads and home goods at The Spotted Magpie, and of course one of my old time favorites - Park+Vine).  

Days like these remind me to hold onto those moments.  You know, when they grab your hand with those tiny fingers and lead you to hula hooping or tasty popsicles.  When they feel a little insecure or the need to check in to be sure you are there.  I know it doesn't last forever - but you never forget it and it makes my heart melt every time.

Cincinnati Summer : Florence Freedom

The Reds aren't the only baseball team in town!   

A couple of weeks ago we headed down south (not significantly - only about 20 minutes, really...) and hit up a Florence Freedom game.  The Freedom are the AAA of baseball teams and at least half the price to attend.  Soren was free and they have a small playground section if kids get restless.  The baseball is much slower paced (not literally - time slower, there just aren't all the bells and whistles at the Red's game) but still a lot of fun to attend.

Soren had a blast eating all the terrible food you can expect to find - and shouting 'Ohhh Baseball - you're out!  Safe!' and my personal favorite 'CHARGE!!!' 

We had a blast!