er two brothers have thought of this as getting old, Jacob never lets up. He repeatedly pokes me in the side, purposely pretending that he didn't hear me warn him to never do that again (I've tried to threaten him so that he'll quit, but I predict he'll be doing this until I have false teeth). Whenever he steals something of mine or tries to aggravate me in some way, he will run. Run! He LOVES to be chased. But I usually don't give him that pleasure. Plus, with my athletic (pshhh) abilities, I can't usually outrun him. A few weeks ago, we went on a family trip to Costa Rica. Now, this wasn't technically a "family" trip, considering two of my brothers couldn't come with. Oh, and guess which one COULD come with? Ahh..Jacob, of course. Most of the trip, we tried to co-operate. Tried, being the key word. Now, don't get me wrong, we don't fight and disagree all the time. In fact, we are pretty good to each other. Umm..well not exceptionally good...but anyways...We were with another family most of the time (friends of ours), and there is a young boy about Jacob's age. Once in a while, I caught him spilling my "little" secrets to him. I was not a happy camper! Then just the other day, I was saying that (this is random) it's always hard to get the ice out of the bottom of a glass when there's no water left (am I right?). So as I am repeatedly shaking the glass trying to get those last shards of ice, Jacob - the smart thinker he is - shoves on the glass, pushing it on my lip and against my braces. Ouch! I have a purple stripe on my lip as I type this. But the odd thing is, I still have my moments of ... "aww.. my little brother...isn't he cute?" Like the other day, when I was sea-dooing with him and my dad, he sat in front of my and I held on to his little body and we had a great time. Now, I must be crazy! I can't decide what I feel about this little kid...I guess that's what you call a brother!
Kelsey
