This is one of my favorite pictures…ever. We were visiting San Diego and it was on this trip that we started to discuss moving back to California one day. We had a two year plan, but ended up moving less than a year from the date of this picture. Neither Ryan or I are good at waiting.
The best part of this picture is Kamryn’s face. You can see how much she loves her little brother. Also, if you look closely, you can see that Rory’s cheeks are jutting out just a bit, proving that he has a big ol’ grin on his face too. Kamryn had turned 3 about 4 months prior and Rory was 10 months old.
Kamryn was never jealous of her brother. She just wanted to be around him all the time. She loved everything about him and even when he pulled her hair or slobbered on her, she didn’t care. Rory was the bee’s knees until he turned the ripe old age of 2. After that, she started to become less and less tolerant of his antics.
Occasionally, that little 3 year old Kamryn will come out and she’ll be very patient with Rory and talk to him in a sweet, sing-song voice. However, at times the words that she says in that soft, caring voice are the exact opposite of her tone. For example, if Rory is trying to write his name or color, Kamryn may say “You can’t write your name yet because you aren’t as smart as Sissy.” That’s when we talk about how pointing out the obvious isn’t always necessary.
Kamryn tells me all the time how she wishes Rory was a little baby again or how she wants to have a little sister. I tell her she’s lucky to have a little brother because I never got to have a little brother or sister when I was her age. She doesn’t see how that is relevant. Since it is physically impossible for me to have another child, Kamryn has suggested “borrowing” the baby siblings of one of her friends from school. Just for a day. When I tell her we can’t do that, she said “OK…only half of the day then.” So if anyone has a baby you want to give up for half a day, let me know.