May 24, 2017:  Well, we are definitely sisters.  There’s no doubting it. Finley and I both like it when we get tossed in the air. We like it when the wind blows through our hair and butterflies tickle our tummies. The grown ups complain that their arms get tired swooshing us through the air. They must get cranky cause no one swooshes them through the air. Either way it’s not worth listening to them complain so we go in our swing when they get tired. The problem is we only have one swing. Good thing we have lots of grown ups!!