Woo just got done with my first big girl doctor appointment...it was pretty much a success! I got a wittle lost trying to find it but I was still 40 minutes early! So I mean it wasn't that big of a deal! Woo! And I'm getting closer and closer to being finished with camp application stuff! Which also means I'm getting closer and closer to it being the end of school and getting closer and closer to actually going to camp! Wowza time flies by! Its all very exciting! In other random news its national sibling day or whatever so I guess I'm obligated to tell ya'll how much I adore my baby bruddah. I guess he's probably in the top two of the greatest things my mom gave to me. One being life (thanks much), kind of important but Sambo is definitely a close second to that! Is that mushy enough? Did I fulfill the embarrassing older sister role yet?
So here's a picture my mom would be proud of, because we classy.
Memory #73
Since I've been embarrassing myself as of lately on here I suppose Sam deserves to have some of his finest moments displayed as well! (I mean especially since its sibling day, right?) So I should start off and say that my brother and I have a strange relationship. We're pretty tight. We have been pretty much our whole lives, we have some real random squabbles sometimes but for the most part I would consider Sam to be one of my best friends and I'm so very thankful for that. We also, in my personal opinion, have greatly influenced each other. Growing up we were always interested in what the other person was into. If I was into dressing up in boas and tiaras, you better believe Sam was doing it too (There's photo evidence). If Sam was watching Yu-Gi-Oh, I was watching Yu-Gi-Oh and taking all of his 'cute-sy' monster cards. We had a real strange relationship.
Anyways I remember this one time when I was in second grade and Sam wasn't really in school yet and stayed home all day with my mom. During this phase he was real interested in barbie dolls, particularly mine. So everyday when I would leave for school I would only return to my room destroyed because Sam would get into my barbies and play with them all day because my mom never caught him. EVER. So of course I was not happy with that because...hello they're my barbies you don't mess with other people's barbies! They're like family or something...Anyways to combat Sam's mischievousness my mom got the bright idea of buying Sam his own barbie for Christmas. Not just any barbie though...a WNBA Basketball barbie, complete with a magnetic basketball. So instead of discouraging Sam from playing with my barbies or barbies in general, my mom just went out and got him his own barbie. That my friends is solid parenting. Ha! In case you were wondering, he never played with his barbie. The little stinker.
Love Always,
Erin
P.S.
Its totally ok to play with barbies and be of the male species.
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