Last week my sister, her husband, and their five darling girls came to visit us.
Did I say darling?
Oops, I meant insanely darling.
There's something about seeing five girls, all belonging to a beloved sister: each have some facet of her, some glimmer, some telltale sign.
It's like seeing snatches of a good memory over and over again.
Five times over, to be exact.
Throughout the week there was a bustle of creativity...
Dollhouses galore, everything made by hand (except for the doll)...
At first I thought there were racoons in the house, but it turned out to be Caroline and her cousins pilfering through the recycling basket for bottle caps, cardboard boxes, and pretty much everything else I'd renounced as meaningless scrap.
Which they then put to very good use.
Dolls have to eat too, you know, and the thing they like best is cake and ice cream.
With sushi and fried eggs.
Other things which were made?
A rabbit family by a dear little niece...every time I turned around a smaller one was added to the line up, making them very much like rabbits, indeed.
It was a low maintenance week consisting of swim parties, movie parties, get togethers with more cousins, and a few excursions into the desert to hunt for fossils and darkling beetles.
Yes, we found one and yes, my sister is thrilled.
It's my favorite way to spend time with family--just sitting around, cracking pistachios, letting cousins get to know each other.
Watching a new generation of girls grow up, bonded by the love their mums share as sisters.