Of Siblings and Sweaters


I am an auntie again today.  My Older Step-Sister had a beautiful baby girl at about 7 this morning.

I don't know if I've ever fully explained my blended family here.  I am technically the only child of my parents, but I have three younger sisters and a little brother.  I know, right?  Sometimes, even I get confused if I think too hard, which is why I don't usually bother with the technicalities much and just lump them all together as sisters and brother.  For the sake of explanation, though....

While we have different dads, my brother and I grew up together and probably have the most typical sibling relationship.  I know that he was scared to death of E.T. as a kid.  He knows that I cried and slammed my bedroom door at the tiniest mention of my acne in middle school.  And so on.

Sweet Sister--full biological sister to my brother--is probably my favorite person in the world outside of my own little family.  But, with our 17 year age difference, I was living on my own before she started kindergarten.  Most of the time I feel more like she's a much doted on niece and I'm her favorite auntie, although she does end up fixing my hair a lot.

And then there are my two step-sisters.  When their mom married my dad a little over 10 years ago, we'd only met a handful of times.  I was already in college and no longer spending summers at my dad's place, so--other than being thrilled that my dad had found someone to be happy with--it didn't change my life much.

But since then, we've had time to get to know each other at least a little better.  And with Facebook and the like, sometimes I honestly think I know what they're up to before my dad and step-mom do every once in awhile!  (Don't worry ladies, your secrets are safe!)

Which is all to say that, while I don't know either of them well enough to know what children's movie gives them nightmares, I do feel quite warmly towards both of them these days.  I like Older Step-Sister for her refreshing way of being forthright.  You never have to wonder where you stand with her.  And Younger Step-Sister is a blythe wisp of a dreamer.  I do believe her head would be a beautiful place to live.

Now that I've gotten this far, I'm not sure where I meant this to end up.  Isn't that awful?  I knew explaining all of that would fry my brain.  This is why I can't tell jokes properly.  

In lieu of something more profound, I suppose it suffices to say that I'm tickled to my toes for the new addition to the family.  Welcome Baby A--can't wait to meet you soon!

[And if you haven't guessed, that's a sweater I made for her earlier this year.  It's the pattern from More Last-Minute Knitted Gifts.]