This week marks the departure of yet another set of family friends. Pat, Jenn, and Eleanor will soon leave us for the greener, flatter pastures of Atchison, Kansas, where Jenn, a native Buffalonian, will once again have to endure winters more suited for polar bears than people. Jenn and I first met when we lived at Perry Place, a tiny DC row house packed to the gills with girls (six or seven, to be exact). Jenn was a basement dweller and I lived on the second floor, so although I admired her organizational skills and sunny demeanor from afar, we did not truly become friends until the arrival of Eleanor and, six months later, her beloved Yai-yai.
|I just wish I had a best friend as cute and bald as me. Where might I find such a one?|
|Mom, did you see what Miss Lisa brought me to play with?|
Yes, these two were meant for each other, though they are opposites in every way, Eleanor started sleeping through the night at around negative three months old. Elijah finally joined her in that about a month ago. Elijah likes seaweed salad and curry tofu. Eleanor likes cheese, and sometimes bread. Eleanor has been crawling, walking, jumping and falling off the backs of chairs for what seems like a year. Elijah, ever cautious, thinks he might try jumping on his sixteenth birthday. They go together like bacon and peanut butter: a delicious if unexpected combination.
|Elijah's smile here is actually a cry for help.|
Elijah's name (Yai-yai) was on of Eleanor's first words. When he is not around, she carries a much loved, crumply-looking picture of him around the house. It has taken more than a year, but Elijah is finally beginning to appreciate having a groupie. But alas, this relationship will be put to the test in coming months, as Skype replaces leisurely lunches and rides in the double stroller, and Eleanor undoubtedly finds a new object of her adoration and affection. Don't worry, though, Ellie. We will make sure that Elijah doesn't forget his first
frenemy best friend.