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A Lover and a Fighter

The Gremlin is probably the best little sister on the planet. She thinks the Monster is the best thing since sliced bread. She always wants to be where ever the dog is and wants to share everything with her. She isn't big on giving out hugs, but she wants to hug her big fur sister all the time. She even tries to cover her up with blankets in the evening when we are hanging out before bath time.

Unfortunately, the Monster has the typical big sister attitude. She likes her when it is convenient for her (yes, I'll eat that left over fried egg; oh, a piece of cheese for me, thanks) but isn't a fan of the hugs and kisses and definitely wants nothing to do with the wearing of blankets - she is a Siberian husky after all. I think that is an a front to her very nature.

So imagine my surprise when I went in to wake the Gremlin this morning (yes, she slept until I went into her room to get her at 7:30) and the Monster followed me in and started licking her little sister's hand through the crib. It was very sweet and the sentiment was not lost on the little human. She cracked a big smile and immediately wanted out of the crib to hug her fur sister. Then it went downhill from there. But at least we had a moment.

Here we are, saving our pennies again this morning. This child definitely has been hanging out with her Aunt Abby. I expect her to start asking me to purchase irregular clothing from Marshall's and TJ Maxx soon. ;)

 

 

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  1. Hey, look on the bright side. If one of her arms is longer than the other, she'll be set!

    Btw: you were a great big sister. To the best of my recollection, you always wanted me around. Probably because I'm so awesome.

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    1. Sounds like you forgot our knife fights and me slamming the door in your face and the 100 Acre Woods sign falling on you. ;) But in general, I liked having you around. It was almost like having a twin.

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