Mom got tons of comments on how we would be pushed to the side once baby bro arrived. Ha! We run this house! Every time brother gets a snack, we do too. If Mom is playing with brother, she plays with us too. It's even Stevens in this joint. Well, except for sleeping. We get to sleep in the big human bed every night while brother is sentenced to his room. Bwahahahahaaaa.
The kid thinks he's one of us....Bless his heart. We'll play along so long as he keeps dropping tasty food.
It's Mom's fault. Don't worry, we've reported her to the proper authorities. And we've left revenge poops in the kitchen for effect.
I, Kitty, have learned that Brother is a great tug of war partner. He looooooves it when I lick his hands. Max apparently thinks Coco's tail really is a cinnamon bun and wants to take a bite!! But he hasn't gotten it yet.
The little bugger loves us and crawls after us giggling. We love all the spilled baby food and dropped puffs provided by brother dearest. YUMMY.
We will play catch up and fill you in our adventures of being big sisters. Missed you all!!!!
