Sister Love

I said something to my mom in conversation the other day, and describing someone else, I said, "she has three daughters." 

Um I have three daughters, too! What planet have I been on? Maybe it's the boy/girl spacing. I think of my family dynamic as: 2 girls, 2 boys, and a baby. 

My own sisters are 9 and 11 years older than me.  We are close now, but weren't very close during their young adult years/my self absorbed teen years. I know that my place in my sibling lineup has helped me grow up not being an ageist. I hope my 10 year span of children will be blessed with the same gift. 

I love that I still find them like this. Hold on to the doll phase for 2 more years, girls. Your baby sister wants to play, too! 

My bookends. 11 years ago, it was me holding baby Reese like this. 11 years from now, it could be Reese holding her baby. Mind blown? Yes. 

Showing off new haircuts 

Sunday afternoon reading

Quincy learns how to change her first diaper. Sloane was not a very appreciative guinea pig ;). Quincy did a nice job. Just a few years of practice and she'll be a stellar babysitter!

My little mamas have really developed their roles as sister-mamas in our home. They often need reminders to not be too bossy, but I know it's only because they care so much for their younger siblings. What a lucky mother I am. 

Dear sisters of mine, 

Let's get together. Soon. 

You come too, Mom. We'll need you to drive the getaway car.