They are 3 and 7. They are the best of friends and the worst of... friends. They fight like cats and... other cats. You know, like when the cats don't really know each other and they sort of rear back and hiss a lot. It's kinda like that, but with more screaming. Shrill, high pitch screaming. I am sure if you don't have a little girl, you don't know this exact kind of scream that takes on a fever pitch at it's apex, but trust me, it's polar opposite of sugar and spice. Frankly... it bites.
My first born, was the air that I breathed for first 4and a half years of her life. She was the walking, talking embodiment of my heart. She is my "BooBoo Kitty"... or just "Kitty" for short. Because of our close relationship, she doesn't like to share the spotlight with her sister, which leads to many headaches for mommy. She is tall and lanky like her daddy and has his fairly no non-sense approach to life. She is (mostly) pragmatic and driven, barely tolerating the playful flitting of her sister... Our "Baby Belle."
My 3 year old is a carbon copy of me. She has my attitude, my ability to find joy in stupid, tiny things, my tendency toward insomnia... She even looks like me (though her hair is blonder...) She has the ability to chill your bones with her shrieks of anger and melt your heart with her sweetness... at the same time. She is smart and witty, but prefers to get her way with a simple bat of the eye lashes. Oh boy...
We sometimes call her "the Hurricane" because of her uncanny ability to totally destroy anything in her path, though she does so with such joy it is difficult to stay upset with her for long.
Together these two really are the sunshine of our lives. But, lately... I am having trouble dealing with the constant drama that is their relationship. Please tell me it will get better...
Though you really shouldn't lie to me... so, never mind.
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