A Little Island

This morning I came in the livingroom, and here she was, playing some type of "fort" game. I think she was trying to tell me it was a boat. She did not want the sides tipped down, and Brooks was very frustrated that she wouldn't let him stand up on the coffee table. I really love it that she is getting into actually 'playing' with toys and making up little stories and stuff, it's just so cute to see her little mind working. *Can you see Brooks in the first picture? He is sitting dejected on the floor under the table, unable to play along with his sister