When I was a mere preteen I started feeling the pressure of being the oldest child. I felt that of course my parents loved my sister more. I mean why wouldn't they? Does every sibling go through this? But I went through extremes to find out the truth which was sitting in my parents' room, flipping through every photo album we had and counting the number of pictures of me, and the number of pictures of Megan. I can't even remember what the final count was or why I felt compelled to do it in the first place. But I was reminded of this crazy feat when I looked at my blog labels and saw Mia - 36, Layla - 17. This cannot happen should the day come when Layla starts analyzing everything mommy & daddy do for her and her sister. So to honor my youngest darling, here is a post just for her. I dare you not to think she is the cutest little thing in the whole world. I'm not biased at all, really, I'm not. Well, maybe a little.