Wow! I've been a baaaad blogger of late! :) I've still been enjoying visiting my bloggy friends on their sites, but I haven't felt like writing anything. No reason. Just no muse, I guess. Maybe I just need some sunshine.
With that in mind, I decided to write about something happy today, my first memory.
I was barely 2 years old and my parents had been accepted as adoptive parents to a baby boy. We all traveled down to the agency in Long Beach, California to meet him. I remember the nurses taking me by myself into a separate room with baby Scott. They gave me a blue rattle to show him. I remember being rather awestruck of the entire thing.
The thing was, I thought ALL people added babies to their families this way. (High school health class came as a REAL SHOCK, let me tell ya!) :)
And I also thought EXCHANGING babies would be equally as easy as picking them up!
So, even though I liked him at first, I later REALLY wanted to exchange him for a girl. :)
I must have known what was coming. When he reached high school he GREW very tall and was on the football team. Suddenly, it was HILARIOUS to dangle his big sister upside-down by my feet until I practically hyperventilated. :) He remembers that fondly to this day, I believe.
Me, I still kinda wish I had a sister too. :)