Sharing is Caring

Sharing is Caring

So every time I turn around lately it seems my sister is eating. For someone so tiny she eats so very frequently. Lucky!

Sharing is Caring

I also started to take note that said eating was very very messy.

Sharing is Caring

Now occasionally this messiness would end up on the floor (score!), but most of the time mom whisked it away before I could get so much as a lick. And more often than not it was the icky stuff anyway (you know, the vegetables).

Sharing is Caring

As the weeks passed I decided to take matters into my own paws.

Sharing is Caring

But I guess they call them high chairs for a reason! And I wasn’t really getting that much closer to my end goal.

Sharing is Caring

But then one day, as luck would have it, I noticed a tiny little hand peeking down from the high chair.

Sharing is Caring

My sister was sharing. IT. WAS. GLORIOUS.

Baby P, I love you more everyday. xoxo, your best pal and big brother Ammo. Ammo the Dachshund // Blog Signature // Celebrity

Birthday Treats

I know what you’re thinking…..and no you can’t have any.

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing when I went to my Aunt Sarah’s Birthday Party over the weekend.

I even gave the sad puppy eyes.

And wouldn’t you know they let my cousin help blow out the candles instead of me! Uncool! Just Uncool!

Aunt Laurel, who’s birthday is today, you BETTER share some Birthday cake with me!