I know one thing about babies: They are mysterious. I learned this when my two-year-old was a baby, but I buried this nugget of truth in the recesses of my brain, which is disorganized to begin with. I can barely remember where I put my phone.
I sailed through my second pregnancy, blissfully unaware of what was to come. My carefree life had already been obliterated with the birth of our first child. We’d barely notice the addition of a mere eight to ten pounds worth of additional human in our household. This was what I told myself, along with a few other handy lies.
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Oh my gosh, girl. Laughing with you on all five of your points.
My own 6th would have been: I will give my second-born the same hand-picked foods, educational opportunities and attention as my first. That was before I found her nourishing herself with earring backs, before I knew I would be running around chasing her brother, and before I saw her falling off the steps onto her head because I wasn’t there to catch her. Classic.
So true… I have a little paper shopping bag that I put up in a hard-to-reach area. I labelled it “choke hazards” with a Sharpie and I just add things to the bag as I find them lying around. Not the best system, I’m sure but at least the baby isn’t mobile yet!
Great idea..except that second-borns will invent choking hazards if you take too many away from them, I swear! You turn your back and… bam, chew chew, cough cough, and down the old hatch it goes. “It”, because we will never know what it was. Usually, it was fed to her by big brother. Oh, the joys of having kids close in age, Pam!
Yay! Congrats. I will head over now to read it :).