She’s getting the hang of it. Being a big sister.
I did catch her trying to pick Carson up yesterday and then she thought better of it when I gave her the stink eye. But I don’ t think she’d hurt him on purpose, like hit him or stick a toothpick in his eye. There is definitely a learning curve per se.
So what does a big sister do? Here are some recent pics.
She goes to dance class. And hops like a bunny. And crawls around like a snake. And wears a fancy tutu. And she has one hell of a hip shake.
And a big sister now has chores. I would tell you that this is child labor and I was actually paying her to do this. But I wasn’t. She was in trouble. Carson got a piggy bank and it was packed in this box full of popcorn. And since BIG SISTER didn’t get a gift, she thought she’s make a mess. It was all fun and games until I got out her broom and a dust pan. (Of course I ended up cleaning the fucking mess myself because if I didn’t, I’d be looking at it til next summer…)
But she loves her brother…a lot.
And how could she not, with a face like this.