my younger days
it never failed, whenever she introduced me to someone as her little sis the next thing out of her mouth was "i potty trained her". it always got a chuckle. i can remember staying with my Taylor family when i was young and the fun we had. even when big nanny would have to go to the hospital, mom and i would stay over there to help with jack. sissy would get up every morning and take me to school, even though she was not an early riser!
one of my favorite stories was when she was potty training me and we were going across the ky/wv bridge to visit my aunt Marie. she was carrying me and had a change of pants and panties on her shoulder. well, being the brat i was at almost 2, i took them off her shoulder and threw them over the bridge. my underwear went floating down the river but the new bluejeans she bought me landed on a tree limb. uncle troy to the rescue...yep the water was cold but he managed to rescue the pants.
another time, mom and dad came in to get me and take me back to ohio but jack found out and hid me behind the couch. when they finally found me, i cried so hard and so long i got sick. sissy, big nanny and jack started praying, big daddy sam was fighting back the tears and ...well, mom had to call from kermit wv to have them come and get me. jack held me the whole way home in a bear hug.
lots more but these are a few. i will forever miss the sissy that became my sister and will forever look forward to seeing her again...