Sisters, sisters....

Growing up sandwiched between to brothers, I always wanted coveted a Sister. Someone to share secrets, swap clothes, test out new hair styles, gossip about little bits of life. . . I am so glad I have two girls.  And while we're not trying to force a friendship between them, our job is to help them respect each other, a friendship seems to be emerging.

 Most mornings, I'm rushing trying to get everyone packed, dressed, fed, combed, brushed, pottied, dressed again because there's been a spill, you know, the regular routine.  I'll leave the girls to their own devices for a few minutes, and more and more often I'm rewarded with hysterical giggles and shrieks as they amuse themselves with a new made-up game.

The other day when Robin was napping, I was giving Erin the Marshmallow test with some jelly beans: eat one now, or wait for a period of time and eat three later. Well, she passed the test with flying colors.  And so the prize, four jellybeans.  She ate three, then asked for a baggie. I asked her if she was saving it for later, she replied, "well, I had three, so this one is for Robin."

As the saying goes, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.