Tuesday, January 22, 2008
It's hard being a big sis
Once upon a time we were a family of three, Ron never wanted to admit it, but Macie was our first born and before we gave birth to Addi, she was our baby. We took her on exotic walks, gave her delicious food, and waited on the pooch hand and foot. I always thought that my feelings for her would never change. I thought I would always be excited to take her outside to go on bathroom walks and I never thought I would be angry at her cute little barks.
Then came Addi. The absolute love of our lives and suddenly everything changed. Yes, we still love you Macie, but things around here are getting absolutly ridiclous!
Why does she want to go off of a barking rampage when Addi finally goes to sleep? Why does she think Binkies are delicious and tries to find and hide my favorites only to devour them at a later date and make me sad? Why does she want to do the grossest thing and pluck the dirty diapers out of the grip of the garbage bin and...yes, use them as a midnight snack? She is just a little out of control. I know that she had her whole world ripped up and that everything she thought was hers now belongs to a tiny thing that loves to rip her tail off, but come on! She has to understand the totum pole here and that she would be the one to go because Addi is non transferable (when I say go I mean to my parents house, not anywhere that has demons or anything promise.) Anyway, this picture basically says it all...who is the baby around here?