Following in his older brother's footsteps, my youngest heartthrob has scored himself a girlfriend. Her name is Olive (squeeeee...isn't that the cutest thing in the entire world?!?!?) and he met her in his class at school.
Despite their two year age difference, these two are thick as thieves and play SO WELL together.
Olive is the kind of friend that when I have her over to play - it actually makes my job easier because there is no drama, no fighting, no boredom...just fun. I love it.
Sometimes we even let them double date. (Is it me or do the boys like girls that look just like them?).
There is always a lotta love going on here.
Twice, Rex has woken up early in the morning in tears because "I just want Olive to come over..."
On Tuesday, I volunteered in their class at school. When it was time for me to go, for some reason Rex got all teary eyed upon the thought of me leaving. Maybe it was the change of routine...who knows. He starts to go into a full blown cry, so I start to hug him and tell him it will be okay and I will see him in an hour. All of a sudden, I see a blonde little blur from the other side of the room coming our way. Olive heard him crying and ran over and simply threw her arms around him and just started patting him and telling him that it would be okay.
What can I say? The boy's got good taste. Maybe because he has such a wonderful woman figure in his life by which to compare girls to? Yes, let's go with that.
