I have two sisters. I've mentioned that before, I'm sure. Well, about a week ago, I wrote a post about how we visited my youngest sister, and how she was kind of a poop when I told her I was pregnant with Ellie.
My other sister, Kiesha, was stoked about my pregnancy. To my surprise, actually. I guess I didn't think she'd care that much. She's busy with her career and then-boyfriend-now-fiance. But when I told her I was having a baby, she was super excited.
And when I found out I was having a girl, she immediately went out and bought lots of cute pink things. She also started planning my baby shower.
Auntie Kiesha's work is about a block away from Brad's work, so anytime Elliott and I go up to visit daddy for lunch, Auntie Kiesha also gets a visit. I'm a little afraid of what might happen if we came up and didn't tell her.
Both of my sisters, love my baby more than I thought they would. I don't have any nieces or nephews yet, so I didn't know what to expect.
They're very hands-on aunties. A few days after E was born, they demanded I text at least 2 photos per day so they could be a part of her daily activities.
It's weird being a grown-up with a baby. It's like watching my sisters play with my favorite and most delicate toy. Except now I trust them not to break her.