B'fast with a little Miles...

Not the jazz musician. No, the actual LITTLE Miles.
T and I used to get together for breakfast when we were pregnant (I think we did this 3 X's before it became too close to her due date. She then had Miles in April). We did meet for breakfast about a month before I had Evie with full intention of keeping up this "ritual" (if you'd call it that) after both babies were here.
Finally, after 4.5 months of talk, we met for coffee and breakfast bagels at the coffee shop up the street.
I was prepared for fussiness and melt-downs.
What we got were 3 hours of conversation and evenly tempered babies. You can see how into each other they were.
Who knew?
Now we need to plan our next breakfast....