Eventually they started dating. That was tough, because they started directing their adoration elsewhere, which was pretty frustrating. I started to have nightmares of what it would be like to someday - for the first time in my life - have SISTERS. In Law. Three of them. It became extremely important to me that they all marry normal, happy people, who were nice.
All three of my sisters-in-law are just as (probably more) funny, cute, smart, and sweet as my little brothers.
What a relief.
In the past year, however, a new family dynamic has taken root. All of these three amazing women love dogs. And, somehow, have converted each brother into the dog-loving camp. I would like to now point out that for at least a decade, each said brother was TERRIFIED Of dogs. (Except Mark, sorry to lump you in there.)
First came Wrigley. She is super cute, and small enough that she didn't freak Simon out too much.
Then came Bella. We haven't met Bella yet, but she looks to be the kind of dog that is adorable and rambunctious. I don't do rambunctious super well, but I am getting a chance to practice. Bella is coming for the weekend!
I am so excited, because with Bella comes my brother Mark, and I would definitely host a puppy to get one of my brothers out here, but I am freaked out.
Simon heard me talking to Mark about Bella, and he immediately got nervous.
"Mom, I don't want the puppy to bite me."Awesome.
"Simon, she won't bite you."
Mark interjects - "well, she probably will."
But, clearly I need to make this adjustment. There is one more brother and sister-in-law in the family, and I think Christina covets puppies the way most women our age get Womb Itch.
We have suddenly become a Dog Family, and since I will do anything to maintain good relations in my family, I am jumping on board. So long as it doesn't mean I have to EVER get a dog.