They really do love each other, right?
I have 2 gorgeous girls. Abby is 9, and Willow is 5. I love having daughters. When I was pregnant with Abby, I prayed for a girl. When I was pregnant with Willow, I wanted another girl. However, my real hope was to have a pregnancy that made it to full-term (but that's a whole other story). When I found out Willow was a girl (through a sonogram), I was estastic. Yay! Abby was going to have a baby sister. Something I always wanted but never had. I envisioned the two of them doing each other's hair, and having tea parties in their little hand-smocked dresses. I saw Abby as the mentor, who would be there to guide Willow with all her sisterly wisdom. I also saw Willow looking up at Abby with her big brown eyes, awe-inspired. Reality kicked in right about the time we brought Willow home from the hospital. Princess Abby was being upstaged, and was having none of it. I believe her exact words were, "take her back to the hospital because I wanted a baby BROTHER!". This is the same kid who was rubbing my belly a week earlier, and saying how excited she was that there was a baby girl in there. I really think this child thought she could custom-order a sibling. Sorry, Abby, we have a "no returns" policy.
Flash forward: Everyday is a new and exciting (and often frustrating) adventure when your home is filled to capacity with estrogen. I've got a 9 yr-old who now thinks it is extremely uncool to have her mom hug her goodbye at the bus stop. If they gave out blue ribbons to the "best eye roller", she'd have an awful lot of them decorating her bedroom wall. Oh, and the sassy mouth on this child. If I had a nickel for every time I told her she's 9, not 15, I'd be a rich lady. Why is she in such a hurry to grow up? And why does she find her little sister to be the modern day equivalent to Lucifer? I mean, these 2 give new meaning to the phrase, "fighting like cats and dogs". It's more like "fighting like lions and hyenas". They seriously go in for the kill. Don't think that just because Abby outweighs Willow by about 50 lbs., that she's always on the giving end. That 5 year-old is a feisty little thing. She's been known to draw blood on occasion. It's almost like our family room is a boxing ring. "And in this corner............" Let's just hope they can agree on which nursing home to put me in.
Flash forward: Everyday is a new and exciting (and often frustrating) adventure when your home is filled to capacity with estrogen. I've got a 9 yr-old who now thinks it is extremely uncool to have her mom hug her goodbye at the bus stop. If they gave out blue ribbons to the "best eye roller", she'd have an awful lot of them decorating her bedroom wall. Oh, and the sassy mouth on this child. If I had a nickel for every time I told her she's 9, not 15, I'd be a rich lady. Why is she in such a hurry to grow up? And why does she find her little sister to be the modern day equivalent to Lucifer? I mean, these 2 give new meaning to the phrase, "fighting like cats and dogs". It's more like "fighting like lions and hyenas". They seriously go in for the kill. Don't think that just because Abby outweighs Willow by about 50 lbs., that she's always on the giving end. That 5 year-old is a feisty little thing. She's been known to draw blood on occasion. It's almost like our family room is a boxing ring. "And in this corner............" Let's just hope they can agree on which nursing home to put me in.
