More than a babysitter...

So I'm laying in a hospital room, in labor (with twins mind you) when Summer walks in for a quick visit to say hello (she's got good connections that got her to the back room). We chat a bit, she gets invited into the OR to watch the babies be born (again, good connections), she says yes (VERY hesitantly), she and Carter put on their scrubs and lo and behold, Summer girl gets to see more blood and guts than she bargained for that morning!

When in the OR, she was asked how she was related to us.

"Uhhh....she's our babysitter," I say from the table, knowing that was a poor answer.

"No, she's more than a babysitter," the ole hubby pipes in, to the rescue.

"Yeah, I'm basically their sister." Good answer, Summer.

You see, I met this little one when she was about 3.

Even got to be her roommate for a while. Used to take her to swim in the ocean at shark feeding time. Made her learn to throw a ball so she wouldn't end up being a priss pot. Laughed at her when she taped her face up before going to sleep (whoops!). And then forced her to wear a dress she hated in my wedding.

Ah, good times.

Somewhere in the last 13 years that little booger grew up.

And somehow I missed it.

Until tonight.

The chubby-cheeked little 3 year old walked into the room a 5'10" runway model.

(This picture is a collision of 2 of my favorite families. And that handsome boy on the left? Yep, he's still 3 years old in my head too.)

But, never fear, she may have grown taller over the years, but she hasn't grown up a bit on the inside!

Who knew when I babysat this little one so many years ago that she would one day grow up and babysit all of my little ones.

Love how the tables have turned.