evy girl.

i am the oldest of five children, myself.

the fourth was a girl, a lot like evy.

when she was about eight our baby sister was born.

 when the baby came along the fourth born had a scary dream.

she dreamed she was at school when her teeth started to grow backwards into her gums. she called dad from the school and he said something like, "i'm sorry, you are on your own. i am busy with the baby."

 the last picture in the previous post showed matt rocking our evy. she was wearing her fluffiest purple snuggle robe that a friend gave her before gwen was born. this sweet friend said that she thought evy might need some extra snuggles soon.

 matt picked evy up, "my baby," he said. and he rocked her and burped her as she giggled like she does so often.

i was rocking gweneth yesterday and i asked her, "how's my girl?"

i felt evy's little heart jump, she'd been standing behind me. my soul groaned a little.

i turned and asked, "what time is it?"

"it's girl time."

"what time is it now?"

"no boys allowed."

and then we officially invited gwen into our club.