Hey second child! Welcome to the fam!
When I had your older sister, I obsessed about every little thing. I constantly stared at the clock to know, down to the exact minute, when she should eat next, sleep, and eat once again. 695 more words
My friend recently gave birth to her second child. She did not have another baby shower for baby number two since they are both girls. When I do visit them, I don’t plan on coming over empty-handed, so I had to figure out what I wanted to bring over as a gift. 423 more words
Baby number two on the way and all I can think about is what the heck did I buy all that crap for? So many items seem like treasures as first time parents, the stroller car seat combo, the diaper genie, the crib that turns into a toddler bed, the humidifier that needs a new filter every what seems like third time it’s used. 421 more words
I’m an eldest child, my husband is an eldest child. We like to think that we understand the “lot” of the eldest child: destined always to get the blame because they should know better or because they should have been looking out for their siblings; and, of course, the eternal parenting Guinea Pig. 644 more words