Take a look at these photos, and you’ll know who rules the roost in these cribs. I keep imagining my youth, stuffed animals lined up all around me to make up for the complete and utter lack (read: void) of neighborhood playmates. In elementary school, the plush toys would be replaced with books. By my 20s, a penchant for kooky crafting and beadwork kept me company on a Saturday night. Lame. Naturally, I assumed O and Ro would continue in the same tradition of lovin’ on some sweet, cuddly friends–not boys, never ever boys–but leave behind the penchant for isolating craft hobbies that could keep them from dating. My husband (their father) is a very understanding man.

I don’t think it’s in the cards. Observe:

Ro lets that horsey know who’s boss.

A minute before this photo was taken, she was smacking his head against the wall.

O’s “friends” fare even worse. “Monkey Overboard” is how she’s elected to run a tight ship.

Future male suitors beware. Clearly, O and Ro are not to be trifled with.