announced their first pregnancy, but, at that time, the cake was pink and blue, since they didn't know what they were having.
Uncle Brent just may have been pumping Kinley for information before the big moment.
"Are you having a brother or a sister?"
"A sister," she'd say.
"Are you having a sister or a brother?"
"A brudder," she'd say.
Jill then informed us that she would repeat whichever was the last option she heard. So much for any help from the Big Sister.
For the meal, each guest chose a pink or blue plate so we could tally the guesses. There were more pink plates than blue. (None of us figured it was a puppy.)
I can give Kinley lots of advice about being a big sister, since I'm the oldest in my family, too. I was 15 months old when I became a big sister to a little sister, Lisa. (I had just turned 4 when my second sister, Darci, was born, and 9 1/2 when my brother, Kent was born.)
|Photos by Jillian Ladd|