Saturday Night Out

Last night when we got to Baby Sister's house to baby sit so Mommy and Daddy could go out for dinner and a movie, Big Sister had just dressed her baby sister in one of her favorite shirts. 

There was some serious engineering required to make the shirt fit. Hair clips and rubber bands worked well. Big Sister is a clever girl.

It was Baby Sister's first time styling sequins. It looked like she thought it was a good thing. Big Sister has always loved dressing up her dolls. Now she has a real doll to play with. 

Baby Sister had a surprise for us, too. We had seen her for just a couple of minutes on Wednesday before we left for the mountains and she was doing her usual step-step-step-step-step-sit routine. Most times she would take 5 or 6 steps before she would plop down on her knees or her bottom. A few times we counted about 15 or 16 steps, but never any more. But when we got there last night, she was just walking all over the place. Across the room. Anywhere she wanted to go. What a difference a couple of days made.

After supper we decided to have our own movie night. Baby Sister only lasted through the first few minutes before she was rubbing her eyes and was ready for bed. 

Coming down the road just before midnight, Granddaddy said, "It's been a long times since we've been out this late on a Saturday night." Yep, our definition of "going out" is not what it used to be.