“…It is difficult breast feeding with another child around. Not that Lincoln minds, but sometimes he chooses the times when i’m breast feeding to be balky, or he’ll be charging around the house in his exuberant four year old way and I think it inhibits my milk flow. I swear, when Lincoln hit four his energy level went shooting up! Also, the questions started— ‘how do you make paper?’ and other technical questions…” - letter from my mom to a friend of my father when my sister was born

——— I also just learned that my first word was “outside.” This is most likely because my folks had two dogs, their babies before me, who responded excitedly to “wanna go OUTSIDE?” Romy the great dane and Tana the blond lab/shepherd mix. They were my first siblings. They were from Montana.

EDIT: Romy was from Calgary