I have a very vivid memory of taking 12 week old Molly to a My Gym class with my close friend and her 12 week old, Olivia. The two babies just laid there drooling and spitting up, but we were so thrilled to be out of our houses we couldn’t stop discussing how much fun the class was. “Oh, look at them,” we kept saying, all starry-eyed. “They’re having so much fun! They’re best friends!” Four plus years later, and they really are “best friends.” They clearly didn’t have much say in the matter, having been told so since they were in utero. No pressure, right? They knew – from us – what they were to each other before they even developed a concept of friendship.
Archive | July, 2011
Super Sites
Incredible Reads
Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Front Lines of the New Girlie-Girl Culture
by Peggy Orenstein
Pink Brain, Blue Brain: How Small Differences Grow into Troublesome Gaps
by Lise Eliot, Ph.D.
