Babies are very interesting people, particularly babies in the family. Over the years, I've seen the annoying, obnoxious, blackmailing babies of the family getting away with murder, taunting their older siblings on TV, but I don't think I truly got it. Well that was until the other day.
With my human lojac on my hip, I went into Rowan's room to wake her up.
"Good Morning, Rowan. Rise and shine," I said.
"Rise and shine/And give God the glory," the baby on my hip screamed, I mean, sang loudly and cheerfully to her slowly waking sister, who is not a morning person when she first wakes up.
The baby continued to sing gleefully as Rowan slowly rose unhappily and I thought to myself this baby is being obnoxious and is delighting in torturing her sister with her perkiness, no wonder older kids dislike their baby sibling.
It's the little things she does to get at them, mostly perched from my hip or near me. Sort of taunting them to the nth degree with that extra, ha! ha! you can't get me because I'm with Mommy.
The other morning, I told Jory he needed to put some pep in his step and move faster and then out of nowhere, the baby stands up and sings, "You've got to move it, move it. You've got to move it, move it." Complete with hand motions. Where did this come from? Where did she learn this? Jory wasn't so amused.
"Layla, that's not necessary," I said, trying not to laugh. It was funny.
And then of course there's those, "I'm going to tell Mommy," threats she gives out on occasion when she thinks I'm not around. Or repeating some punishment I had threatened earlier. The pint sized parrot can repeat my words verbatim.
It's times like these that I understand why Joseph was sold. As Pastor Matthew Hagee said, there's no humble way to tell your older brothers that you had a dream where they bowed down to you.
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