After the initial disbelief about not being able to return to the factory his baby sister, although she had been delivered missing the birillino… (see: Papa’ can fix it!), our first born and his new sister fell into an amicable enough relationship. He was protective and sort of possessive around her, and she seemed to trust her brother’s often less than orthodox initiatives definitely more than their elders did, mostly sporting an enthralled cheeky-toothless smile on her face when they were together.

Occasional sleepless nights, chronic exhaustion and the likes aside, we felt blessed and were enjoying our little offsprings when there was another knock at the door. My “I will keep going for the girl!” (see: Gun’s collection.) warning had been taken seriously because after our May girl, the first in my hubby’s family in 73 years, we welcomed another beautiful baby girl!* Add a seat to the table!

*Nope! No birillino, again! The factory must have discontinued them.

Our newest baby got into the groove of things in no time, soon managing to boss around her attentive older siblings who seemed happy to tend to most of her needs and whims at any pointing of her fingers towards what she wanted or wanted them to do for her. Because of that our Goldilocks didn’t need to actually speak for a while, the only word she felt was needed, mastered and uttered with great abandon was NO!

Our Three Musketeers soon established an alliance that, harmless skirmishes aside, is very deep and strong to these days; to the delight of their elders they truly are each other’s best friends.