If I ever dare to tell Olivia how to handle Emery, I always hear "But Mom, she's my sister!" If we show her how to carry Emery properly or tell her she can't change her clothes, she insists that being her big sister means she is just as capable as Mom. Here's a pic John took today of Olivia playing with her sister. She scooted Emery up to the table in her shopping cart because I told her Emmy couldn't sit on a chair - pretty resourceful of her!
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