Siblings...

Not very long ago I spoke with my eldest sister about siblings.  She commented on how siblings know us better than almost anyone else on earth.  We are confidants to them long before our outdated parents, know them longer than our friends and way before our spouses.  They understand our backgrounds, our upbringing, our experience.  In short, they know us in ways only siblings are able.  When I see this little man quickly emerging into so much more than a blob o baby, it is inspiring to witness the instant and immediate relationship these little buggers have.  Kolton is drawn to his big sister.  He seeks her; he claims her; he tries always to tell her his stories and have his cheeks next to hers as he giggles ferociously deep from the belly and she complies with his laughter.  They love each other.  Their love is palpable.  It is something fierce and loyal and unstoppable... and they are still little tiny people.  I cherish the ability to witness the development of this relationship.  Tonight Xiana played her guitar while she belted the latest Adele song (a very common occurrence around these parts) and Kolton admiringly gazed up at her while he belted his very own song.  Partly a battle of noise, partly a beautiful harmony only able to be created by these two loving creatures.  I can already see the teasing, the fighting, the annoying, but first and foremost...I see the love. When Kolton wakes from a nap or in the morning, Xiana kindly climbs in his crib with him keeping him occupied until I can get him out.  They yell and squeal and have a hooligan time.

Much like Kolton already looks up to Xiana, Xiana has a fierce emulation of her big sister.  Schedule conflicts prevented us from our normal weekends with Ekco and tonight Xiana lamented the loss of her weekend.  She misses her big sister.  They too love each other in a way only sisters can (though they've more perfectly mastered the art of annoying one another than the littles have yet... they'll get there).  Kolton, too, excitedly awaits her arrival and follows her around the house every time she's here. Ekco constantly remarks about how much her sweet brother has grown in her absence, and she's usually spot on.  She caters to him and helps with him while still finding time to spend a moment reading to the one who looks up to her most.

Xiana sweetly feeds Kolton and not so sweetly drags him away from the stereo, toilet, dishwasher, art corner, bookshelves, stairs... okay, from everything.

He rests his head on her belly and puts his smiling face in hers until she breaks down and giggles which is exactly what he's been waiting for.

And when dada puts music on, they both come running, begging, pleading until he gives in and dances with them in the living room. 

Which they can't get enough of.

Xiana informed me the other day that when she's a mommy she's going to be a nice mommy.  I told her I hoped she was lucky enough to have nice kids.  But the truth is, despite my sarcasm... I do have nice, beautiful, special, wonderful kids.

who drive me crazy sometimes.