On being younger...

Growing up, I was the older sibling.  I never really thought of the perspective of my brother as the younger sibling.  Thus, experiencing the younger sibling phenomenon is all new for me.

Although my oldest truly loves his baby sister, she has already had her share of elbows accidentally to her tiny noggin by big brother just trying to maneuver closer to her.  Mama has (thankfully) been quick to catch her older brother trying to sneak her chocolate chips.  I find myself reminding my oldest daily that his sister is not a road for his cars-he so desperately wants to play with her.  I also have found myself re-reminding my oldest that he should not touch her actual eyeballs when labeling all of her body parts.  It truly is a miracle that even with diligent mamas that younger siblings even survive.

But...what a gift she has as the second born.  She gets double the books read to her, double the songs sung.  She gets extra kisses and snuggles.  She has quite the protector, teacher, helper. And she already has been for her very first dumptruck ride.

Yes, there's lots of bonuses being the second born...just as long as mama is always supervising and forbids a dumptruck ride DOWN the hill.  This big brother of hers has lots in store for her.

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