About a week or two after we brought Bridger home Natalynn displayed her true sisterly instincts. Brigham was out playing basketball, Bridger was in the living room swing crying while I read bedtime stories to Natalynn. This girl LOVES her bedtime stories and will usually try to pile as many books on my lap as she can. She could hear her brother crying and she looked me in the eye and said, "Bridger" then took the book away, put it on the shelf and climbed into bed.
Another sisterly act came at a cabin getaway with some friends. A little girl about her same age, Makenna, spotted Bridger in his swing and went to say hello. Natalynn must have thought she would be trouble for her little bro and immediately came at the poor little girl with screaming and slapping in an effort to protect him. I, of course, freaked and scolded her a little too harshly. She went to Bridger and cried on his lap.
Want more? Well, the other day, when I couldn't take the crying any longer, I put Bridger in my room and shut the door. He cried but I really didn't give a poop. Natalynn, however, did. She went to the door and begged me to open it. I opened it and she went in to comfort him while I went back gather my sanity. Can she really be only 27 months old?
About a week or two after we brought Bridger home Natalynn displayed her true sisterly instincts. Brigham was out playing basketball, Bridger was in the living room swing crying while I read bedtime stories to Natalynn. This girl LOVES her bedtime stories and will usually try to pile as many books on my lap as she can. She could hear her brother crying and she looked me in the eye and said, "Bridger" then took the book away, put it on the shelf and climbed into bed. 
Another sisterly act came at a cabin getaway with some friends. A little girl about her same age, Makenna, spotted Bridger in his swing and went to say hello. Natalynn must have thought she would be trouble for her little bro and immediately came at the poor little girl with screaming and slapping in an effort to protect him. I, of course, freaked and scolded her a little too harshly. She went to Bridger and cried on his lap. 
Want more? Well, the other day, when I couldn't take the crying any longer, I put Bridger in my room and shut the door. He cried but I really didn't give a poop. Natalynn, however, did. She went to the door and begged me to open it. I opened it and she went in to comfort him while I went back gather my sanity. Can she really be only 27 months old?
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Oh my goodness! She's too stinking cute. She really is a good big sister!
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