Photographs of two best friends taken over the last 24 hours.
Bee has adored the little man since we brought him home from the hospital. I think in a way she considers him to be her baby too. The two times he's had a major boo-boo (a terrible splinter and stepping on a piece of glass), oh, the crying. From both of them. Little man would cry. Bee would cry and pace back and forth, eventually crawling up to swat my arm as I held him "someone, do something!"
She spends most of the day outside, killing small critters and making mischief, but when she's in the house they're inseparable. He feeds her his snacks and leftover cereal. She lets him pat her too hard and try to pick her up by the tail.