Boo really loves Poppy. A lot.
Whenever the big one jumps on her, looks at her, talks to her, pokes her, or rips toys from her hands, the little giggles wildly and beams at her.
I have a feeling she’s going to look up to P in years to come.
Because then we have moments like this one and all I see are the future arguments and yelling and toy snatching.
The other day, P even went so far as to yell “STOP LOOKING AT ME, BABY!” and muffed Boo’s head to the side. It took all I had to not to laugh.
I never had a full-time sibling of my own growing up, so I missed out on both the good and the bad. I’m glad my girls will have each other.