Mommy’s Piggy Tales.
This week, the topic is through age 5 or so. After thinking about all the things I could post about, I decided to post about my sister. She is 27 months younger than I am. She lives too far away now, so I only get to see her once or twice a year :(
This is me right before my sister was born. My parents took a road trip from Colorado to California to see relatives and go to Disneyland. My mom was 8 months pregnant, so she couldn’t ride very many rides. I don’t think they would even let her on Dumbo the Flying Elephant (something about the straps not fitting right, sheesh).
After having another successful home birth, my sister entered the world on November 3, 1983. I was there during her birth, although I don’t remember it. Here’s one of the first pictures taken of the happy family of four (my mom is on the other side of the tub, in there with us too)
We had a great time together. Yes, we fought like sisters do, but not as much as some. We never went through long phases of not liking each other, even as teenagers or adults.
My sister wasn’t happy unless she was sleeping with me, especially as a baby. I slept in her crib with her until she was old enough to sleep in a bed, then we slept in a waterbed together, probably until we were about 9 and 7.
Christmas 1984. We liked this picture so much, we reenacted it 18 years later.
Thinking about my relationship with my sister has made me glad that my kids are about the same age apart. They have the potential to be such good friends, which I can already see developing.
See you next week for the next Piggy Tale!