by Aunt Amy (with photos of the sweet siblings a few years later)
The precious newborn baby girl safely snuggled in her mother Sarah’s arms on the left side of the big couch, in front of the big window in their family room. Thirty-three days old Penelope Grace did little more than eat, sleep, and fill her diaper. In fact, her own fabulous hardworking Mother admitted just that, while in Northville to pick up business forms three days before Tax Day.
“You’re like a bull in a china shop,” Sarah said to Penelope’s older brother Max as he clambered onto the couch.
He was trying to get a closer look and probably sneak in a kiss, to his adored younger sister. The problem with that is that Max, at his tender toddler age, often acts a little too aggressively in his attempts to shower her with big-brother-love and affection.
In the car not much later that day to retrieve the aforementioned paperwork, Penelope and her Mom were accompanied by me, her aunt, as well as decked out Maxwell James. Max wore a long-sleeved grey t-shirt and plaid shorts with light blue and red in them, along with light brown loafers with of course no socks. He had long since ditched the navy blue Tigers baseball cap he wore earlier at his house for a brief time.
Cute Max could almost pass for a little man, and I say almost because of two accessories in particular that helped shed the light on his true age of nearly two: the bink frequently found dangling from his mouth and the sunglasses, upside-down, perched on his little face. They both screamed that the youngster had a ways to grow.
Usually napping if she’s not eating or grunting with slowly reddening cheeks, the baby called “Princess Penelope” by her doting Mom sits back for now as action unfolds around her.
One more thing about Penelope’s small but super smart sibling: He can name the colors of the “Yo Gabba Gabba” characters who are wearing one of the three colors – “byou,” “geen” and “lellow” – he knows well.
To wrap things up, the tale of the adorable brother and sister could not help but focus a bit more on the one who moves around a lot more. The story had no intention to overshadow precious Penelope with comments and descriptions of her older brother. If he was made aware of this minor discrepancy at hand, Max would surely stick up for his beloved tiny sister, starting with his signature exclamation when things go awry: