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little bastards don’t stand a chance with Sierra and Lyla. They’re ruling this roost! The boys are all being forced to play some game of house. The little brats are all wearing tutus and barking. I’m not really sure what’s going on in their storyline. I was just wondering if I was going to need to bill you for the therapy that I’m sure they will need after today.”
    I’m laughing at what my daughter’s idea of playing house could be - turning my twin nephews into tutu-wearing animals or whatever else she’s come up with. “Wow, sounds like Sierra. She is dog obsessed, lately. She’s been asking me for a puppy every day. Thank you for giving her that! I definitely owe you and Kate a few days away. Let me know when I can cover and stay with the kiddos. Can I hear my baby girl’s voice before we head out to dinner?” I ask.
    “No problem, sis. We’ll let you stay with these rug rats anytime! But for now, just go and have a great night. Love you,” he says right before he passes the phone to a squealing little girl.
    “Hi, Mama, we’re playing house and I bought a dog and named her Petals. She wears a pink ballerina dress.” She fills me in, talking so fast she barely takes a breath.
    “Nice, sweet girl, remember to be super sweet to that puppy. I would hate for the little rascal to bite you!” I say, with hopes she gets the message that picking on her older twin cousins isn’t acceptable.
    I know she understands when she responds, giggling, “Mama, I know how to take care of puppies, silly.”
    Oh how I love the sound of my giggling girl. “I love you as high as the sky, precious girl! Sleep well and I’ll call you after breakfast tomorrow. Do you want me to sing your song before we hang up?” I ask, but she sounds a bit distracted.
    “No, thanks, Mama. You can sing to me at breakfast. I gotta go. Auntie Kate wants to talk to you. Love you, Mama,” she exclaims, and that’s it as she hands the phone off to Kate.
    Kate fills me in on their plans for the weekend. I know my baby will have a great time. Kate is like another supermom. Since she has three of her own, adding Sierra to her group doesn’t really cramp her style. I’m so grateful that my brother chose this woman to spend his life with. She really is amazing. I remind him all the time that he’s a lucky bastard. We talk for a little while about the beach and what we girls are up to. Then I disconnect to finish getting ready for our night out.
    We enjoyed a fantastic dinner at the hotel. Now the girls and I are walking to a little bar down the street. There’s a big wedding at the resort this weekend, so we thought it best to escape the wedding crowd.
    Apparently, that country music star we heard the girls talking about this morning is attending the wedding, so there are tons of fan girls hanging out in the hotel bar and restaurant trying to catch a peek. I haven’t been interested enough to ask who it is. I’m trying to escape the crowds, not go toward them. I have no interest in chasing some star down for an autograph or anything else. I’m all too happy to find another bar that’s not too crowded.
    “Hey…it’s open mic night, Alexis. It’s about time you get back up on a little stage, don’t you think?” I give Kelsey a look that will clearly state my intolerance of her peer pressure, but it seems my look has no effect.
    “No chance, my friend. There’s not enough beer in this bar to get me on that stage!”  We walk into the quaint bar that overlooks the ocean. In the corner is a small little stage with a mic and what looks like a few performers prepping to sing. There’s even a Martin guitar in the corner. I really like the feeling of this place. We find a table on the deck so we can look at the ocean. We place our orders with the waiter, and then settle in to listen to several performers, enjoying the entertainment.
    The mood takes a little bit of a dive when Kelsey tells us about her ex’s most recent refusal to