First! You may have noticed my amazing new layout, courtesy of Christy from Ruby & Roja. This is the second time Christy has made me over, and I LOVE IT. The first time, I didn't know Christy, so I was all nice and helpful. Now that I know Christy, I was absolutely no help at all. Oh, and I also called her stupid. Despite my verbal abuse, she still worked hard to come up with a design that was so me, managing to combine my love for words with my unnatural love for bright colors. I want to point out here that I didn't come up with any of these adjectives, but I am thoroughly flattered that people think those things about me!
Speaking of people (nice segue, right? Incidentally, segue is one of my favorite words EVER. It's so fun to say), lately I've been thinking about Luke not in terms of Luke my son, but in terms of how Luke will soon enough be a big brother. That boggles my mind because I still think of him as my one and only, so it's hard to believe that he'll be the OLDEST. I think he'll be a great big brother. I think he might tease his younger sibling, but ultimately, I know he'll be protective. He already is, when he kisses my belly every single night and lays his head across my stomach (are you melting? Because I do EVERY night), sweetly saying, "Hi baby."
It makes me think of my siblings and how, no matter what, we're stuck to one another. I have a different situation than most people, as my brother is 13 years older, and my sisters are 11 years older. I'm sure the word popping into your head right now is ACCIDENT, but c'mon. Could someone as awesome as me *ever* be considered accidental? As the youngest sibling, I know I gave them trials and tribulations, but yet, they still took care of me. There are two instances that stand out clearly in my mind, both involving my sister Susan. They both happened when I was five or six. One night, I accidentally killed a lightning bug, and because I was apparently an emo kid, I went to bed right away, crying and refusing to go to the bathroom before bed. That night, I massively wet the bed, for the first and only time. Did I mention our sleeping arrangements? I slept on the top bunk, Susan slept underneath me, so you can imagine what she woke up to! She used to try to tell this story to embarrass me, before she realized that it just makes me laugh gleefully.
With this second story, however, she got her comeuppance. Somehow Susan drew the really short straw and also had to sit next to me at the dinner table. One night to be annoying, I kept chewing on the strings to her sweatshirt. She repeatedly and nicely asked me to stop, but I wouldn't. Finally, she was so frustrated that she violently yanked the string out of my mouth, taking a NOT AT ALL loose molar with it. She grabbed with such force that the tooth flew across the table. Have you ever had a tooth yanked without pain medicine? No? Let me tell you, then, that it HURTS and bleeds. The worst part was that I got very little sympathy because after all, I did kind of ask for it.
Yet despite the golden shower and the forceable tooth removal, she's still and always will be my sister. I know that if I desperately needed her, she'd be there and vice versa. In the end, I hope that's what it will be like for Luke and his future sibling. I can't wait to see them grow.