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How to hug a baby correctly…

Aaaah man…

My sister sent this to me via email and it would be a shame not to share it. Goodness me this is sooo sweet!

 

Instructions on how to properly cuddle a baby :

1.  First, ummmm- find a baby. Yes, that’s it- find a baby.

2. Then make sure that the object you found was indeed a baby by using  the old classic sniffing techniques.

3. Next, you will need to flatten the baby before actually beginning the hugging process. This is necessary. 

4. The ‘paw slide’.  Simply slide both paws around the baby and prepare for a possible close-up.

5. Finally, you will need to execute the difficult and patented ‘hug, smile, and lean’ so as to achieve the best photo quality.

And that’s it- Clear instructions on how to properly cuddle a baby in just 5 easy steps- From a dog’s point of view 🙂

There’s nothing quite like a sister.

I am part of a really confusing and twisted family. Including me, there are six sisters and one brother. I don’t think anyone is entirely sure how we’re all exactly related, but that’s a different story all together :-). If any of you are lucky enough to have a relationship and friendship with a sister, then I’m sure that you can agree that there isn’t anything quite like sharing a bond with your sister…

A sister always “gets” you when no one else does and they always have your back. They can calm you down, crack you up with laughter and always know the right thing to say. A sister knows where you’re from, where you’re at and where you’re going- they help you figure it out when you get a little lost on the way.

I am very close with two of my sisters: Alex and Jen. They are a year apart in age and I am six years younger than Alex, and therefore five years younger than Jen.  Alex and I live five minutes away from each other (here in the UK) and Jen is back home in South Africa. The three of us don’t have to see each other all the time to know how much love we have for each other, because we have all proven that distance is just a number. We don’t need to speak every day to let each other know that we care, because as sisters, we simply just know.

 

  

Now that I’m all grown up, I get to pick on my sisters as payback for when they tortured me as a child 🙂 Firstly, I’m taller than both of them, possibly even with them put together, and secondly, it’s only fair…

It’s their fault that I have a fear of plastic washing baskets- yes, I’m serious. I was around five years old when the incident happened. The kidnapping. The two of them tied me to a plastic washing basket, dragged me down the stairs, took me outside and… wait for it… tied me to a tree… NAKED!!! All in hopes of becoming serious bad-asses by demanding a ransom from the parentals for my “safe” return. They got something like R10 (about £1) to share, which was a lot for fifteen years ago for two ten-year olds. Terrible right?!!

They also used to scare me by saying that there was a really long snake living in the bushes in our swimming pool area… This went on for months and so one day, I put my brave pants on and went to find this snake… It turns out that it was just a green hose pipe. Duh!! Jen used to push me into the bushes… a lot.

 

They used to melt chocolate into moulds and sell them to people who lived in our complex. I was forced to clean up after them and didn’t get any profits! Admittedly though, I did get to lick the bowl and when you’re little, chocolate is way, way better than money. I think that’s still the case with me now 🙂

They used to run away from me all the time, lock me in my room (or out of theirs), allow me to eat crickets off the floor, call me “butt chin” (as in “arse chin”), dare me to suck my dad’s toes (I did it once for money. Once- I swear!) and let me roll around in my own nappy waste. I’m pretty sure that I had to dress up for Halloween and do all the trick-or-treating and was then forced to divide my sweets and it most definitely wouldn’t have been in three equal parts! They allowed me to watch all the Chucky movies and that horrific clown movie called “It”, instead of protecting me from what is now a true fear of dolls and clowns. Oh, and  Alex once sent me to school with no panties on!

 

Despite all of those horrible things, well horrible at the time- HILARIOUS now… my sisters were sometimes very loving :-)… They used to sneak me into their bedroom at night time when I used to cry, or rather howl, because I was so scared  of sleeping in my own room, as the tree shadows on my curtains were not so friendly looking. They used to let me hang out with them in primary school, thus making me really “cool” because I was friends with the seniors. They let me take my favourite blanky EVERYWHERE– not that they really had a choice and Alex once saved me from drowning. Thanks for that!

My beautiful sisters are clothes borrowers, fit throwers, duvet cover stealers, moody pants, funny rascals, advice givers, mad and mental, secret keepers, punishers, rewarders, fighters, lovers, sharers of dreams, jokers, dresser uppers, huggers, kissers and best of all… they are family!!!

Alex and Jen: We are sisters, best friends, other halves and soul mates. In the cookie of life, you two are the best part- the chocolate chips!!! I love you both always and forever!

XOXOXOXOX

I'm the bald boy-looking one in the middle 🙂