Can we wake him up?
no.
Come on, he has to open his presents!
NO.
He'll miss all the Christmas fun, and you know it will come out in therapy when he gets older.. "My own mother let me sleep through my very first Christmas celebration!".. Do you really want that weighing on your conscience?
I'll take my chances. I'm going to take a shower.
Of course my sister and I woke him up as soon as she got in the bathroom. DUH. There was fun to be had. When she came out, we had a little hat on him and were making him say "HO HO HO!". He loved every second of it. We could tell by the way he moved his foot and stared right past us to watch the cat.
Anyway, in this picture we're all in front of the tree (my sis, baby bro and I) .. and it's sweet. Not to mention it was a pretty damn good hair day. I didn't look so bad for having just gotten out of bed. go me.
Of course he just laid there all hunched over and drooling, but we dragged my parents in from the other room anyway because we're dorks.
Look at how much CHRISTMAS FUN he's having!! And you were going to deprive him of all this joy!
My sister and I drove my mom and grama nuts with that baby. Of course they SAID don't do that.. but I'm sure, deep down, they thought it was all really funny too. I think this because they were laughing. And if they weren't laughing, I'm sure they were trying VERY hard not to. Or at least chuckling hysterically on the inside. I could tell? If only they could have been around when um.. they weren't around. Oh, the wackiness. We worshipped him though. They knew we'd never let him get hurt. That's why they never *really* tried to make us stop. Not that we'd listen anyway. We had things to teach him.
There were dogs that he needed to ride.
There were cats that he needed to ride.
That cape wasn't going to wear itself.
He wanted to see if we could eat a whole bag of chips.
He begged us to paint his toenails, I swear!
(He actually did ask me to do this a few times when he was like 5 or something.. hmm..)
He wanted to know what doll clothes fit him.
When the plants were set up all around him, he felt like he was in the jungle.
We helped him type.
We helped him draw.
We helped him compose music.
We taught him the art of aerobics.
Let him drive.
Let him cook.
Tried to find him a job.
Propped him up with a book, and let him read to us.
And this was just in the first month. hehe. He got 2 full years and 39 days of quality time with his big sisters! Wow those were fun times.
I'm finding out he's a freaking riot, and our senses of humor compliment each other so so so well.
I've also just realized my position. I am his older sister. I am an adult. I drive. I am his elder. He must respect me. The boy idolizes me! It's perfect.
He's interested in finding out all about me.
Did you wear those long dresses with the big poofy butts?
Did churning butter make your arms hurt?
Did you fight the indians?
Were you scared when the meteor hit and all the dinosaurs started dying?
Did you get separated from any of your friends when the giant land mass started breaking off into individual continents?
That's right. Go ahead and yuk it up now, Turbo. Some of us have incredibly amusing photos, videos and stories to share with your future girlfriends.