I have a Bruce friend that I saw this weekend. You may remember him. We met when we were babies. I called him Bruce the Brute back then.
Me and Bruce when we were babies.
My Bruce Friend and his mom.
But Bruce is definitely not a Brute anymore. Now he is all grown up like me. He also has a little bother just like I do. He is a sweet friend and I really like him.
His family is traveling across the country and they all stayed with us for a couple of nights. We had a lot of fun eating and playing and climbing.
We ate dinner..
We ate breakfast..
We climbed rocks.
We played superhero and princess.
We climbed fences.
We flew kites.
We had a good time with our families.
I hope I see you again soon, Bruce Friend. You and your whole family. I loved having you stay with us!
I met another older boy. Bruce is a big ol’ sweetie, and he is the newest member of a very special family.
Bruce! (With his fabulous older sister in the background)
I was a little forward. He calmly chewed on his Sophie Giraffe while I held his hand.
Oh hey Bruce.
Nice to meet you Bruce.
Mom, why isn't he fawning over me?
Bruce is only a few weeks older than I am, but he is so much bigger. Look how petite his mom is, too! She is going to have majorly defined arm muscles, if she doesn’t already.
Well, Bruce and I have basically everything in common. He wears cloth diapers, we are close in age, we have lovely hair, we like to drool, and I like his sweater. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.