Your eyes are not deceiving you. The twins are stiting in the dog feeder. Lest any of you germaphobes freak out, know that Mommy removed the bowls and cleaned the plastic--and let the twins be the active 16-mo-olds that they are. (Besides, Chance and Mommy already had a summer cold. Ha.) Chance crawled in and out, in and out, and Gracie splashed and splashed. Sooooo much fun!
Gracie loves her "Bubba" immensely and reached out to touch him with a squeal.
Eventually, though, the competition of "king/queen of the mountain" began . . .
It ended in a tie, declared Mommy.
Can you see those LOOONG EYELASHES? Just like Daddy's (so handsome)! :) VIDEOS below:
1) Chance and his buddy Nestle (the latter happily accepts ANY from attention from the twins without resistance). Gracie, btw, pets Nestle and says "good boy"; she also helps Mommy call the dogs back inside with "Come 'ere, Nessie" (Nestle) and "Come 'ere, Root-ie" (Ruthie).
2) Mommy had unpacked a mirror and let the twins run around and draw on the paper, to their delight. Chance is screaming "Go!"