Chinese Baby Sister.

I've wanted a younger sister since they day my mother came home from the doctor's office with the news that all three of the triplets she was expecting at the time were (and still are!) boys. My older brothers teased me about being the only girl and I burst into tears and ran to my bedroom.

I eventually came to terms with the fact that I was getting three new brothers. But, as soon as I deemed it appropriate (probably when the trips were, I don't know, six months old) I began bugging my mom to have another baby. A girl baby.

No such luck.

Mom said she wasn't going to have anymore kids. 

Around the age of 7 or 8, I came up with a foolproof, 100% guaranteed cure all solution: adopt a baby girl from China. A lot of girls in China weren't wanted, I reasoned, so if we adopted, a little girl would have a home and I would have a sister. Two birds, one stone.

That didn't work either. No matter how many times I asked. Which was a lot. I probably didn't stop bringing it up (being serious) until I was about 12.

A few weeks ago, I discovered this family's blog. They've adopted 5 Chinese orphans (3 girls, 2 boys) and are waiting to be able to bring home two more precious little girls.

I'm addicted. Obsessed.

I'm never going to get my Chinese baby sister. At least I can read about all of theirs!