My husband and I wanted to be parents. We loved being around babies and thought we'd make the best parents because we knew how important it was to us to give them a happy life. So, we had A. Boy were we shocked! Who knew parenting was 24/7?! LOL! Seriously, you don't realize how much work it is and how it is NEVER ENDING! But, we love her to pieces. So, after A we decided we weren't baby people and there would be no more little hamsterkittens running around... then I changed my mind.
I decided I wanted to have a second child because I figured A needed a playmate that she could relate to. I was the youngest of four and my husband was the oldest of three. We couldn't imagine what it would have been like to be an only child. This is how Nick caved, but he was not looking forward to the baby stuff again. So, then came L.
Having your first baby doesn't always prepare you for baby #2! They could not have been more different! It wasn't just L's penchant for projectile vomiting or the fact that after a year he STILL wasn't sleeping through the night (unlike A who slept through the night after 6 weeks). It was everything! A was always independent, loud, outgoing, a total ham. L was a mama's boy, quiet, reserved and shy. Now that A is three and L is one, the differences are even more apparent. And just when you thought you knew everything about raising kids, L lets you know how wrong you are!
His latest trick is climbing. He climbs everything! His recent find is climbing the dining room chairs to get things off the table. We've already had to store the coffee table and we find ourselves hiding things daily that he tries to climb. A never did this.
I could go on and on about how different they are. But, I can't wait to watch them grow and learn about their personality differences. I wouldn't change either of them because they are unique and I love them both. Although clingy and sometimes it gets frustrating, L has the sweetest smile you've ever seen. His face is angelic and I love him to bits. Then there's A, my little drama queen. Yes, she gives me the attitude of a sixteen year old, but I know that when she's hurt, I'm the one she looks to. When she's scared, she looks to me for comfort. And she makes me laugh at least once a day.
I guess I started this blog wanting to point out how you may think you know what it's like to raise babies having already had one, but you come to find out, you can never be prepared ENOUGH. My parents had four and luckily they ended it with the easiest and also saved the best for last. I have two and that is plenty for me!
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