Babies falling, no, DIVING from the sky!

Current mood: How terribly unoriginal

I call my sister, "Baby."

I call my brother, "Baby."

I have no memory of how this worked when we all lived in the same house, but I honestly can't remember a time when I didn't do this. Sometimes I wonder why neither of them have ever tried to break me of this habit, or even attempt to stop me from addressing them this way in public. I guess they somehow learned the lesson early on, that trying to change the older sister is like trying to budge the totally immovable rock (you know, the rock that never even notices when you're beating yourself senseless trying to move it).

Now my sister has a baby that I am trying very hard to not, and yet somehow always manage to address as my Precious! Perfect! (Loud! and Screamy!) Baby. It was interesting this weekend, when we were all together. I can't wait until the actual baby learns to respond...