Sisterly Love

I always wanted a sister. I have a brother, which isn’t bad…if you don’t mind holding a football perfectly still while he practices kicking field goals a million times. I did come out of the experience with all my fingers still attached. But seriously, though, having a brother does have its perks. I learned to wrestle, I learned that hunting small game (you know, rabbits, pheasants, squirrels) is one of the most boring past times around, and I learned that there’s no one better than an older brother to stand up for you during those middle-school bullying years.

Despite all the perks of having a brother, I still wanted a sister. I imagined it to be like one big slumber party. We’d share clothes, make-up, secrets, homework answers. We’d double-date and make up cheerleading routines, and complain about our strict curfews.

So you can imagine my excitement when I found out that I was going to have two little girls. Sisters. Sweet, amazing, happy, little sisters. We have been so blessed by these two little girls. They are only 21- months apart, they look alike, they are sweet and spunky and so amazing. I have visions of two little girls in (clean) white dresses, holding hands and giggling as they run through a field of daisies. I’ve been documenting the sisterly love of these two little girls and I have found an interesting thing…

A quiet, peaceful, moment like this…

Quickly turns into “Sister Smackdown” (as my friend Gretchen so tastefully put it)

And it always ends badly for someone (note the content smile on Kate’s face…doesn’t she seem a little too happy about the situation)?

So where’s the sisterly love, people? I tried dressing them in cute little dresses, but that just turned into “Sister Smackdown II,” complete with tackling...

And hair pulling.

Is this a sign of what’s to come? Will we experience “Sister Smackdown X” during prom dress shopping? Should I put away my visions of daisy fields and slumber parties? All you sisters out there…tell me the truth. I need to prepare myself. Maybe being a football place holder wasn’t such a bad thing?!?