Tuesday, August 18, 2009


We should warn you now, little guy: she's a hugger. Every time she sees you, she can't wait to hold you, and talk to you, and touch your little feet, and stroke your tiny head. (Since you already have two big sisters of your own, you are probably used to this sort of thing.) She'll never tire of it, though, so we're counting on you to speak up when you've had enough.


Ruprecht said...

As soon as Rupe saw this, he couldn't but think of the opening lyrics to Three Dog Night's "Black And White":

The ink is black, the page is white ... Together we learn to read and write ... A child is black, a child is white ... The whole world looks upon the sight, a beautiful sight ..."

Nora said...

I remember when she was little you had to keep an eye out because she wanted to pretend her little sister was HER baby all the time. Now when her brother had a new little sister my recollection was that he was pretty sick of all the fuss.