Project: We put a bunch of helium filled balloons in his room while he slept. He was ecstatic! He loves balloons!
Ode to the poor kid that wasn't born first...;) Happy bday Z 2!
This ode is written for our little one; our pride, our joy... our boy.
The one for whom we’ve never frantically called the doctor, or purchased a new toy.
The one who woke up at three months coughing, and I never called in the “moms”.
The one who went poop on the potty, without so much as gummies or poms!
The kid who somehow ended up always crying much less so than the first,
Maybe because his folks didn’t take every diaper rash as evidence that we’re cursed?
The kid whose last pro-photo (at 3 months), was taken by my dad.
For the 1st birthday of the first, we actually hired some guy named Chad!
The kid whose bottles never got personalized labels, or any clothing item from Janie and Jack!
The kid whose diapers, bibs, and binkies, just get tossed on the car floor with snacks.
This is for that kid who often just snuggles, maybe because he doesn’t always expect a parade?
For the kid who actually eats my turkey soup just because it’s momma made?
This is for the kid who cracks up laughing, whenever I drop something...
And then covers his ears in mock horror, whenever I start to sing!
And tells big sister she’s a bad girl, whenever she starts to whine...
...And then pats her back with tenderness. This is the first kid I’m sure is mine!
That same kid turned 2 almost three weeks ago, and yet here I just sit today....
There was no pomp and circumstance, we just cherish that he is okay!
