What About Me?

Someone once said to me that you slack off with each additional child. The person further explained that parents worship and protect the first child like he is a delicate creature. That they take photos and videos of every moment--both important and mundane. But that by the time baby number two, three, and then some come around you stop being as careful, stop taking photos of everything, and stop fretting and worrying. I thought this was ludicrous when Leon was small. "older" (not their age but I'm referencing their kids age) moms annoyed me. I hated when they told me to ignore this or that. I hated (and still do) when they would say "he is ok" to a recently fallen child.

Side note people, the quickest way to get on my bad side is to say (after Leon falls or injuries himself) is "he's ok." i think its important to check out a kid, obviously their are times when a fall is more scary than harmful but i would appreciate the time to help my kid up and kiss him in the cheek.

Back to the blog at hand.....

The truth is some of that (slacking with the second child) is true. Our camara is in the repair shop. If it weren't for her monthly photos (like below, Elsie is seven months old) she might not have any pictures. I'm always running around; getting things done. I don't always have time to find the iPad when Elsie is doing something cute. I also rely more on gut than Dr. Sears or baby books. I found myself giving puffs to Elsie to eat the other day. She loved them then I read the package (for babies who crawl etc). Still I'm giving her puffs. She enjoys them. I watch her and I doubt she would choke on them. I think Leon was at least none months old before he had puffs.


So this all makes me ask, "what about me?" I'm a second child. Does that mean my parents didn't watch me as carefully? If (that's a HUGE if) we have more kids will I let them drive the car at 12 and and play with knives while running downhill?


Only time will tell!