Sister Stories

N. was playing in her crib, so I tossed K. in there to play with her—or at least to coexist.  I gave K. some books to read, a rotating supply, and it kept her happy while N. looked on.Perhaps some day I’ll convince K. to read aloud to N, but I’ll take this for now.  (It is not important that K. can’t read yet—it’s the thought that counts).The two sisters.  I remember that K. was sitting up at 5 months (actually, the first day she sat up for more than three seconds was on her five-month birthday), so I’ve been trying to prop N. upright more.  She did it for long enough to allow me to get her to smile and to take a picture, but I would not say she has mastered the skill yet.A random picture of K.  Dad got a new lazar level which came with these crazy glasses, and K. modeled them for Dad.   “Whoa, did you see that last picture?  I think my big sister is crazy!”