Just Go With It

Did I mention that part of being a third born involves playing the part of a life size doll?

There are days I am Hannah's doll. She carries me, only ten pounds smaller than her.

Most days, I'm down with it.

Other days, not so much.

But, she's proud. Proud to be a big sister. Proud that all 32 pounds of her can lift all 22 pounds of me (Chub club paid off for us both). Proud to use the same lingo Mommy uses on us, on me. And especially proud when we have matching outfits.

Yep, she means well. And so most days I embrace the fact I'm a life size doll. Because, chances are, in several years we won't be relating in the same way (that'd be weird).

So for now, I just go with it.