They both have colds, runny noses and goopy red eyes, but is there a sweeter picture? I will say, it seems like it’s taken us awhile to get to this point. At first, Mylie was the world’s greatest big sister, watching out for the baby and guarding him from the wild wild world. But then he started moving around. And getting into her stuff. And generally destroying her single-child life as she’d known it, and it seemed like all we ever heard were screams and shrieks, and all we ever said was “Don’t grab that out of his hands!!”
But in the past few months we’ve turned a bit of a corner. Sure, there’s still the sibling issues that will always be there. Let’s face it, siblinghood is a dog-eat-dog world. But these little moments are springing up more and more. Like in the shopping cart today at Costco when Nolan snuggled into Mylie’s shoulder for a good 10 minutes in the shopping cart. I hardly dared to breathe or even look at them (tough feat when you’re not tall enough to look over them), lest I ruin the moment. And later in the afternoon when Mylie decided it was even more fun to push Nolan on his swing than to play on her own. Or like the other day when Mylie announced that Nolan was her best friend. Or like last week when they played together in our Harry Potter closet under the stairs, laughing and cackling for 30 minutes in their own private fort.
Yes, I’ll take the shrieks in return for moments like these when the only appropriate word is: “Awwww”
