Girl drama.

That’s what you get when you bring an almost nine year old girl into a home that already has three sisters.

Mary is confused as to why she is not the boss, and Anber does not want to be carried around like a baby.

And the baby has been so adamantly trying to defend herself so that she has room to play and practicing crawling that she has actually learned to shake her head while say no-no-no.

 But still, there is the kind of love that only cousins share, the kind where your baby cousin uses a selfie as an excuse to scratch your face while pulling your hair:

Alex is busy showing off, but Kirk and Barrett are good and flexible and doing great. 

The baby stopped breathing twice today, so Jessica got to see us reposition and turn up oxygen and be ready for chest compressions.

We talked about it seriously when she got here, that the baby sometimes looks like a normal baby, but that she is very sick. We talked about color changes and watching for the oxygen tubing and other cords, and positioning. We talked about sometimes having to call the ambulance, and sanitizing before she plays with the baby, and about placing her toys on the baby’s left side to help it get stronger.

Because this is our life now.

It’s special having my little niece here because she used to live with me so much, so we are very close.  She was with me when my mother lived with me, and so we share many special memories of that last year before she was killed.  Because her siblings all had other family to visit, she was the only one to visit my mother – sometimes her next older sister came also – but my mother was glad to be Jessica’s family when the others all had places to go and other family to visit.  Her many long visits built a special relationship, and it was the first time I really got to be an aunt.

She was not impressed, however, when I began to have other kids in my home that were not her!

She handled it gracefully as a queen, though, with her head high and reminders to all 87 kids that she knew me first.

It’s good to have her here, and I cried to hear her telling stories of my mom to the children.

I love her for that.

I love her for remembering.

There is so much to remember.

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About Emily

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

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