On having two...

Twice the work.

Twice the fun.

Twice the cuteness.

Twice the love.

Worth every exhausting second.

What NOT to do.

Yesterday I put Finley down in his bouncer and ran to the kitchen to make Skylar and her friend a snack.

I didn't strap him in.

I came back and he had.....moved.

He wasn't the least bit upset and my camera was right there so of course I took a picture before I rescued him.

Because I'm Mom of the Year.

When I did pick him up he started giggling. He seemed pretty pleased with himself--not at all traumatized like his sister would have been.

Except that it never would have happened with his sister.

Because she was a first child and first children are always strapped in.

But second children live dangerously.

Just look at that drool spot. He's a wild man.