I have a little sister. Her name is Allison Celestia. Allie for short. She is my little thunder stealer. Born May 27th 1993. The day before my 8th birthday.
For Christmas this past year my parents gave each of their three children something priceless: our family home videos of us as kids on DVDs. The past couple days I've been watching them and recorded a few special moments of Allison (and me, for tomorrow).
This is me holding Allie for the very first time just hours after she was born. It seems like only yesterday!
The next day we celebrated my birthday in the hospital. I remember playing with my newest Littlest Pet Shop on the floor. And Malm was hopped up on pain killers and not much fun to talk to :)
I thought this might have been a video of Allie's first bath, but her umbilical cord thingy is gone so I'm guessing it's not. Either way, it's still super cute. (I absolutely cannot believe I'LL be doing this in 5 months. Freaky!)
This is a video that Allie now believes is the root of all her problems in life. I don't blame her, it was a super cruel and mean thing of us to do to her:
And here is Allie about 5 or 6 years old, gutting a pumpkin and making strange noises:
Here are some recent pics of Allie from their Mediterranean cruise:
My little sister isn't so little anymore. She is now the ripe old age of 17. Pretty soon she'll leave the nest, go to college, get married, and start a family of her own. My how time flies.
Happy birthday Allie - I love you!