Life was tough for me as a little sister. I was #3 and had two older brothers and then two younger after me. I sometimes wonder if we are able to take a peek at what our life is going to be like before we are born. Would we still be so excited to come?
I was clearing off pictures from my camera today (you know, the 15 shots of fascinating views such a tower of blocks or someone's toenail), and found the following images taken by Yaks and Boo. Being a little sister is a tough job! If there was an application, it would probably go like this:
Wanted: Little Sister
Job Description: Applicant must be able to withstand a crusty, dirty graham cracker face
Must exhibit patience and long-suffering with a runny nose while teething (Oh, mercy, this photo makes my eyes water! Boo and Yaks were droolers when teething. Diddles' nose just runs and runs)
Must be subjected to endless photo shoots with older siblings
Must demonstrate tireless patience and tough skin (I was ironing in the same room and uttered my famous phrase, "She is saying 'no' when she cries. Please listen to her.")
Wardrobe hand-me-downs that are "a little snug" for you.
"Wait a second, aren't I nine months in two days?"
Your toys will be snatched; your hair accessories stolen.
But, with any job there will be PERKS.
You will be the life of the party, and the center of attention.
We will bend over backwards to make you laugh and smile.
Guaranteed: A mama who is at your beck and call, morning, noon and night,
You'll be treated like a princess and we'll wait on your hand and foot.
The royal litter
But I'll tell you this, being a little sister makes you strong, and builds character like you wouldn't believe. And if you're lucky
You'll have your own little brother or sister to love someday.
But until then, you're our little sister
and we love you!