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When I had my last baby, there was a part of me that wanted a girl (for our eldest daughter) and part of me that wanted a boy (for our youngest son).

There was nothing I wanted more, than for our (at the time "only") girl to have a sister. I know I've mentioned before that I have no sisters. Well, I do. Now. (Thanks, Big Bro!!) But growing up, I didn't.


And I feel like I missed out.

On the flip side, with our youngest being a boy, I thought there'd be nothing better than for him to have a baby brother, a playmate when it was just the two of them at home.


Well...it is just the two of them at home during the day now. Baby Brother and Baby Sister.

And they're two peas in a pod! The laughter and the fun (and the fighting and the tears and the tattling) and the joy that the two of them have together...well...it just makes my heart happy.

They're currently playing "shoot the deer" (yes, we're conservatives)...and taking turns laying on the ground, "dead", until they dissolve into fits of belly laughs so contagious that I find myself giggling along with them.

Days like today are one of the (many) things I love about motherhood.

Sibling "un"-rivalry, imagination galore, and belly laughs that could, possibly, bring about world peace...you know, if the world had a PA speaker and we could broadcast it across the globe.

Dang, I love these kids of mine.

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  1. aww thats too cute! I always wanted a sister too!

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  2. SO cute!! Blogs like this make me really have baby fever! :)

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  3. HAHA...I love that you wrote.."yes, we're conservatives"

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  4. I was just the opposite growing up. I'm the eldest of 3 girls and always wanted a brother. In fact, when I was 7 and my mom had my baby sister. I told them to put her back since she wasn't a boy! I sure do love her though!

    You have very adorable kiddos and are so blessed!

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  5. I can so relate!! I am SO thankful for my sister and cannot imagine a day of my life without her. We truly are twins, just 12 years apart. No girl should go through life without one!!

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  6. Cute that they have so much fun together. We have one of each and feel blessed for each of them. Now that Jazzy is 10 though she gets on these I wanna baby sister kicks.

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  7. Ha ha, love your "yes, we're conservatives" statement! We are too! :)

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  8. Love being conservative! My boys (last week) were playing "food chain" (where they figure out what eats what and the top dog is the winner) and "Save the Fed" (which is kind of like a robin hood game....I think that was thought up on a Daddy-night).

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  9. Mine are 5 years apart and well-meaning (I think) friends used to tell me that they would never play together or be close friends because of that spread. My boys couldn't be closer and I love their connections and their ability to be different people because of the age spread. But, there is nothing better than that contagious laugh that comes from a game they've made up and are loving!

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  10. Your kids are just too precious! Silly faces and all! ;)

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  11. Sounds so much like Addyson and Colton. It's so fun to see them play together. I hope they are so close when they are older too.

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  12. I love the photos!

    I have an award for you over at my blog.

    www.shutterbugmama2010.blogspot.com

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  13. What a lovely post! Yes, those pure belly laughs...could be a cure all for many things!

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