Poor number two child. After she puts on the hand-me-down clothes from child number one, she then spends most of her day waiting, getting her food shoveled in her faster than she can swallow and then stuffed in a carseat. As a parent I didn't relize that number two child's life seems to revolve around child number one's schedule. Guilty. It can make a mom feel pretty guilty. But what do you do? Somedays I'm just at a loss. How is this child going to feel just as special and important, unique and not just the tag along.
However when I look at her face and see that smile, I say to myself...."I don't think she minds at all."
Oh wait, they are pals because every snackpuff I lay out for Hope to eat she graciously gives to the dog for a treat. Such a giver that bundle of sweetness she is.
So there you have it, the life of a second child. What a beautiful life, right? Right. And that beauty is currently sitting behind me jabbering for my attention....gotta go, life is calling.