sisters

my sister was here all last week, she's the best sister that ever lived. Here she is meeting Saida for the first time.

She smooched and loved on our girls the whole time she was here - when she wasn't busy being our personal slave! Seriously, if it had a surface, she cleaned it. We didn't have to lift a finger all week and it was glorious. She did dishes and made bottles and changed poopy diapers and walked the increasingly embittered Hound and most importantly indulged all my pregnancy cravings including making me hashbrown casserole. it was a such a great week we even had a few outings...
the girls on their way to atlantic center (brooklyn's "mall")

and we went out for Italian in the west village at one of our favorite little places...
In the last few weeks Hilina and Saida have really started recognizing each other and looking for each other. they even had a little fight when Hilina poked Saida in the eye and Saida pulled Hilina's hair. Watching them laugh at each each other, at their sister, with my sister, was such a gift. If her daughters had been here to watch it with us, it would have been perfect. I guess being cooped up in the apartment, I've had more time to think than I thought I would. And I've been thinking about what I really want for our pancakes. And all I really hope for them is that they are happy and they love their sister as much as I love mine. And they make enough money to buy us a beach house with a dishwasher.