A couple of weeks ago, Heather came over for an afternoon of tea and laundry. She brought her beautiful daughter Nora:
The girls are a bit young to play, but we did put them down on the playmat to see what they would think of each other. I'm not sure they really noticed:
Until Nora started to cry. Kate was not impressed.
It's great having Heather in the neighbourhood, to know that someone else is doing the same thing each day as I am. It's nice to have tea once a week and commiserate. I'll be sad when they move to Maine.