A year ago, I was sitting in a hospital bed in shock. I was shocked by with how great I felt after the c-section (way less dirty than a vaginal birth) & how much this little baby didn't look a thing like his brother (where was the hair?). He has been a complete joy from his first screams. Bites & all! With the second baby, I think you feel like you're going to start at the beginning of the race. I knew the sleepless nights were coming. I remember teething. Time to start saying "No." Start closing the basement door. Hot! Hooot! I'm here to say that you don't start ahead of the other racers. Maybe somewhere in the middle, but not at the start. Each baby is completely different which starts the parenting game all over. My two boys are different. Gus started out fast & funny. You could always reel him in if needed. Tuck takes his time. But once he finds his speed, you can't stop him. They are in love with each other. Tuck needs to be with Gus & Gus finds things to make Tuck laugh. It leads to some of the funniest things I've ever seen.
The past couple nights there have been a lot of noise coming from the bedroom. In the morning, we usually find books scattered all over the floor. I wanted to see what was really happening behind closed doors, so I hung out a bit last night. Once I got Gus in bed, Tuck was standing doing his best Stevie Wonder impression. We couldn't stop laughing. While laughing, Gus says "Mom? What happen to our boy? What happen to our boy?" He's just getting older & we love it!
Happy Birthday, my littlest!