Second Cumming

Being a first child myself, I have never been able to empathize when second or younger siblings gripe about the unfairness of birth order. Raising a second child however has opened my eyes. Take this morning as an example. After taking to Sasha to J's on her trike, where we chatted, told "why did the chicken cross the road" jokes, and talked about what she would be doing today, I just felt like chilling at home doing nothing. Dylan woke up 4 times last night, twice to drink his milk and twice to just cuddle. But that would mean Dylan would be doing nothing too. It was just too tempting..to have him play in front of the TV while I caught up with the newspapers and mags. But I recalled those gripes, especially D's gripes with his being the youngest of SEVEN, and got off my ass and took him to the park where we met a new neighbour H who was with her own Mum's group. Actually, H isnt really a "new" neighbour as she moved to the street about 3 months after we did. It's just that we've only just met as a result of the street yard sale we had recently. Her son was born a day after Dylan. She has also placed her son on J's waitlist so both of them will be at J's together. To give you an idea how 100 metres matter in this hood, she lives approximately 30 houses away..and our frontages are less than 25 feet...how we had never met before is a mystery. So Dylan played with the other babies a bit, we went on the swings and we tried out the slide. Usually I am multitasking with Sash in the mix and it is always nice to give him one on one park time. New resolve. Spend quality time with Dylan. Second one. To read to him more. We started reading to Sash from day 1. To this day she is read to every night, at least 3 books..sometimes up to 5. Over the course of her life, she has been bought a new book every 3 days..she has ALOT of books. We have tried reading to Dylan many times but unlike Sash who would snuggle in our laps and listen attentively, he would try and grab the book, either tear at it or bite/chew it and after that launch himself off our laps onto the floor. Head first usually. I guess I could try reading to him on the floor. As it is he already has his first black eye. He knocked his face into the step stool yesterday.

After the park, I took him to get his first pair of shoes. He has started cruising and I fear that his socks wont protect his feet from little twigs and gravel. My baby boy is growing up....and wearing his Puggles..