January 29th, 2013
Today my sweet little sister Ten had her Birthday, and she is now 3. It’s funny ’cause the days leading up to her Birthday, whenever we told her that she’d be turning 3, she just said, “two!” and held up two fingers, and she even did that today, until she blew out her candles, and then whenever we asked her how old she was, she would try to hold up three fingers. She would probably say ‘three’ as well, but I’m not sure she quite knows how. Now time to ramble on about the day of her birth!! 
Three years ago, Mom was huge. Seriously, it looked like she had a beach ball under her shirt, it looked so fake. But anyways, we were expecting her any day (and I’ll admit that I really hoped she’d be a boy, or twin boys), and she wasn’t actually born until 8ish. We were in the middle of The Bishop’s Wife, and Mom was reclined on a chair, when suddenly, she decided to go to a back room, and she told Dad to call the midwife, I thiiink… and when we played it, I felt like we should’ve waited for Mom to come back, but One (maybe Two, I don’t remember if she was there or not) and Three said that we didn’t have to wait for her, so after the movie was over, we waited at the door of the other side of the house* for a while, hoping that Dad and Mom would let us see our new sibling, (at that point, we knew she was a girl) and I was so very happy when I was finally allowed over to Northside** to see my beautiful, (healthy) baby sister! The first day, she was just about the sweetest, quietest newborn, taking everything in with fascination, and making eye contact with everyone. However, for about 8 months after that, the only times she didn’t cry was when she was sleeping (in someone’s arms, if someone put her down, she’d wake up and start crying again) and when she was being fed. Now, she is such a help, and so very clever! One of the things I love about her is that her sense of humor developed at such a very young age, possibly at about 18 months. I love my Beast*** so much.
Three years ago, Mom was huge. Seriously, it looked like she had a beach ball under her shirt, it looked so fake. But anyways, we were expecting her any day (and I’ll admit that I really hoped she’d be a boy, or twin boys), and she wasn’t actually born until 8ish. We were in the middle of The Bishop’s Wife, and Mom was reclined on a chair, when suddenly, she decided to go to a back room, and she told Dad to call the midwife, I thiiink… and when we played it, I felt like we should’ve waited for Mom to come back, but One (maybe Two, I don’t remember if she was there or not) and Three said that we didn’t have to wait for her, so after the movie was over, we waited at the door of the other side of the house* for a while, hoping that Dad and Mom would let us see our new sibling, (at that point, we knew she was a girl) and I was so very happy when I was finally allowed over to Northside** to see my beautiful, (healthy) baby sister! The first day, she was just about the sweetest, quietest newborn, taking everything in with fascination, and making eye contact with everyone. However, for about 8 months after that, the only times she didn’t cry was when she was sleeping (in someone’s arms, if someone put her down, she’d wake up and start crying again) and when she was being fed. Now, she is such a help, and so very clever! One of the things I love about her is that her sense of humor developed at such a very young age, possibly at about 18 months. I love my Beast*** so much.
*We have a second part of the house because my Grandparents used to live with us on a separate part of the house that we would generally stay out of, just so we wouldn’t disturb them. Later, they moved into a helping home, then, after my Grandpa died, my Grandma moved up to Montana where my Uncle and Aunt live.
**Northside is what we call the aforementioned side of the house, ’cause it’s on the North side of the house.
***When Ten was littler, after she finished her crying days, she’d always get into trouble, as babies tend to do, and she earned the nickname Beast, which morphed into things like “Beastie”, and “Beastironi”, and sometimes I tell her she’s beastarific.
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