Interuptions and Being the Third

My Little Miss has finally discovered the shower. As in when others are in the shower. Whenever she hears it on she quietly slips in the bathroom to keep company who ever is in. In this case it's her brother. He is the preferred person to interrupt...

It cracks me up every time. Whenever it is her brother she is interrupting she always ends up soaked from head to toe.

Mom has interrupted her interrupting. The nerve.

She is definitely getting to that point where she wants to be wherever the big kids are. She sits and watches their every move and follows them from room to room. They, unfortunately sometimes, aren't such willing playmates. I felt so bad for her last night. The two big kids where playing so well together and she kept trying to join the fun. But she was not invited. At one point The Boy picked her up and moved her from their room, where all the fun was, to the living room. As soon as he put her down and ran away she cried. So sad.

It's hard being the third.