make lemonade, right?
Or, if you're Shannon...when life gives you a little brother (but you openly prayed for a girl), make a sister instead.
It was quiet upstairs.
Too quiet.
They must be getting along...I hoped.
Still, I had to check. That's my job, right? Risk management.
I found this scene...
Sure he wails on her. Steals her stuff. Demolishes her treasures.
That's how immature boys show their love. It's a timeless truth.
He adores her. Wants all of her time and attention. Another younger sibling traditional.
Nothing new. Nothing to worry about. Not calling the Psychiatrist anytime soon.
Then we, as older sisters, in turn dress our baby brothers as the sisters we wish they were.
Daniel has forgiven me for the "oh la la sassony" purple and white striped ensemble I paraded him around in during the early 90's. And Adam will forgive Shannon too.
Unfortunately, these pictures will most likely resurface during a pre-wedding pictoral slide show in which Adam's fiance will be impressed that he managed to survive such a family and vow to protect their future offspring from potential emotional damage by swearing off all future family functions.
Fortunately, after these pics were taken, Adam stripped down to his diaper and proceeded to chase Shannon around with his boxing gloves.
Ah, somethings never change.
Thank goodness.
