a couch of her own

I am lucky. I'm lucky because I have five amazing sisters. It is really fun, sometimes a hair dramatic, but mostly really fun. My actual youngest sister is Lauren. ( Younger than her is Naomi, who is actually my cousin but my parents have custody... enter long story for another day.) Lauren is cool because she is just as beautiful on the inside as she is outside. She is happy and nice and she is just so fun to be around. I was at the perfect age, 9 1/2, when she was born, for instant bonding. I loved toting her around, getting her dressed, setting her up in photo shoots with all my stuffed animals, and sneaking her out of time-out. Ya know, the things you do with little siblings. She was such a fun "baby" of the family because she kept us all young at heart.
She was a funny little kid who loved things "her" way. She had her "own" couch that only she could sit on while she watched Elmo or that darn "pink video" of young children singing primary songs. She was the youngest and super cute so of course she got away with it. We loved her!
Ruby today showed her deep down rebellious side. She avoided the nap completely even after two long (1 hour each) attempts by me. Delirious, but awake, she was finally rescued. She then went straight to the couch, took off all the pillows and blanket and sat down cross-legged and held the remote at the TV. I turned on a show and she sat there and watched. (Thank you Yo Gabba Gabba.)

Just like this. No joke. I did not pose her. She did this all on her own. She has never even watched a show before or given the TV any attention really, I mean she is one for crying out loud.

I tried to sit with her. So did Parker. So did Soph. We were all pushed away with intensity. She wanted her own couch. It reminded me of someone I love very very much. And if Ruby turns out anything like Lauren I will be so happy!