The gift of siblings

 This is Joseph, 7 years, and this is Sarah, 2.5 years.  I asked Joe on Saturday if he could get Sarah dressed for me and help comb her hair.

 Joe, despite his devil-may-care approach to life, is actually surprisingly good with babies and toddlers.  I hesitate to say preschoolers as this term quasi-covers Isaac; and let's not talk about Isaac's and Joe's relationship.  However, Joe is tremendously caring with his youngest sister.

 Sarah balks when I try to comb her hair.  I confess that I am often in a rush and a little too rough.  Her siblings, however, don't feel the same pressing nature of time as their mother does.  Consequently, she much prefers when the younger people in the house do her hair.

 I imagine that this sort of behaviour will stand Joe in very good stead when his eyes are opened to women other than his sisters and mother.

 Much of life takes place in the bathroom, doesn't it?

 And two last shots to illustrate the gift of siblings and friends.  In this case, little Lauren, or, as we affectionately call her, "Baby Doran" is a regular feature around our house.  She is, I believe Isaac's and Sarah's best friend.  She falls right in the middle of them in terms of age:  Isaac is 4.5 years, Lauren is 3.5 years and Sarah is 2.5 years.  They make a wonderful trio, even if their ages don't seem to correspond to their stature.

Isaac and the ladies, or Isaac as John Ritter.  Back later this week with  laundry-room redo that cost $5.