Sisters, Sisters, there were never such devoted sisters

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These girls melt my heart. Corrine is such an awesome big sister. Sometimes when Layna can't (or won't) sleep, Corrine will take Laynee into her own bed and sing to her and rub her back.

Poor Corrine, sleeping with The Bug is not easy. Laynee will not stay still for more than 3 seconds at a time. I know. I've counted. I've tried sleeping, snuggled with her in my bed. It's like clockwork. One, two, three, and kick! One, two, three, and roll. One, two, three, JUMP. And "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom." But until I say,"What?", she won't hush up. I can even be looking at her, making eye contact with my eyebrows raised and she'll keep saying, "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.", until I verbally acknowledge her.

When Corrine woke up the next morning she goes, "Mom, when you came in last night to move Layna, was the music on?"
"Yes."
"*Sigh*. I got tired of singing to her after 25 rounds of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, so I turned on the cd. I don't even know when she fell asleep. It must have been sometime after she stopped beating out the rhythm on my back."

OK. She didn't say the last part, but I know that's probably how it really went.

Comments

Danielle said…
They are so beautiful...there is an undescribable bond between sisters isn't there? *smile*
May 2, 2009 at 2:54 PM
Unknown said…
That is the sweetest story ERMA. I never had a sister to play with or that I wanted to anyway. I was 8, Terrie was born, I was dating, Terrie was a pest, I got married, she was still to young to babysit..but we are now BEST FRIENDS. Yes sisters....no one will ever replace them!
May 2, 2009 at 5:18 PM
Penny said…
I can remember two little girls who were sweet sisters. They would dance during the day to their dad's records and then lay in beds in their room at night and tell each other stories until they fell asleep. Having never had a sister growing up I am so thankful to have watched my daughters grow up loving each other. Thank you Em - Thank you Mandy~ you both bring me so much joy~ love mom
May 2, 2009 at 8:47 PM
Vicky said…
Corrine what a sweetheart you are!
I love the picture... does Layna curl her hair in her fingers as she goes to sleep like Daniellee used to? sooo cute!
May 4, 2009 at 1:16 PM
Amanda said…
I like to make believe what people say sometimes too.
May 15, 2009 at 7:28 PM
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