Second One . . .

There were many years between baby number one and baby number two.  I was infact - certain there wouldn't be a number two.  I stood in Houston's . . . on Beltline . . . talking with a friend of my MIL . . . and she asked "so, will you have any more children?"  NO . . . NO - We are done.  My MIL is an only child . . . my husband is an only child . . . and I was certain . . . we would have only one child!

I have found in life - as soon as you make proclimations, life pulls a fast one.  While making my proclamations on no more babies . . . I was already pregnant.

For years my girlfriends gave me grief about how particular I was with everything for our first. 

There was no 5 second rule.  He was expected to behave.  He would dine with us out - and he was a perfect gentlemen.  Never a piece of clothing with a button missing, stain, spot, tear . . . nothing but perfection when he walked out of the house.  His face would be clean, hands washed, and hair perfectly coiffed!

I was the preppy/classic mom dresser. We didn't do sport shorts or t-shirts with stuff on them.  Never would a character grace my child's body - nothing commercialized.  No light up tenny shoes, tenny shoes with things on them.  We were preppy/classic - Ralph Lauren - head to toe - Neiman Marcus private label, Eiseman, Orient Expressed, Burberry, Strausberger, Carriage Boutique, Le Top - occasionally a little Gap was thrown in but only seasonal items. 

I was particular about his clothes, the way he looked and most importantly . . . the way he behaved.

WOW . . . what a second child can do to you!

Disclaimer . . . That my over attentive . . . anal . . . obsessive . . . perfection with everything for baby number one past . . .  DOES NOT mean I love baby number two any less . . . it just means I have setteled in!

It is a shame we all aren't girl friends any longer - I would owe them a . . .  yup, you were right!

I am not the same parent with number two as I was with number one . . . and I think we all might be better off for it!

Today - at baby number two's soccer game - he did a summersault - got muddy.  We just laugh.  We striped him down before he gets in my husband's car and we move on.

He comes home - just runs around in his unders - happy as can be.

I am getting him ready for a birthday party and unlike all those years ago . . . He is not in a polo pique shirt, with a color coordinated short, with a belt, whilte ralph lauren socks and nike's.  He is ready for some fun . . . with a t-shirt my sister brough him back from Ireland last year (she pub crawled through Ireland) some sport shorts from the Gap and orange crocs.

 
I think the saying is . . . wisdom comes with age . . .and I can certainly say I have aged!!! I can also say I have learned it is about them having fun and being boys!!!!

Notice the busted face, chocolate on the shorts, cut on the legs and big smile!

Boys will be boys!