Do you have one of these?

Look at that face…the epitome of angelic wonder.

Don’t let the face fool you…beneath those baby blues lurks the monster…the monster I like to refer to as the second child, also affectionately known as, Lucifer.

Sure he’s cute, he’s loving, he’s hysterical, and he can be sweet as pecan pie.  But HE NEVER STOPS.  And this was true since the day he was born, no, not even the day he was born, since conception!  I remember pleading with my OB, Dr. Hackmeyer, to please check the ultrasound again.

Why?  He would ask.

Please, check it again…there has to be two babies in there.

I assure you, Alex, there is only one baby.  He would say.

No one child could possibly move THAT much! I yelled.

But sure enough, Brady arrived, and there was only one baby and suddenly the movement in the womb made perfect sense because Brady has not sat still for a second since.

Ok, once, but that was just post Halloween candy induced coma.

You see, I am a classic first child.  Yup, that’s me.  Bright, happy, constantly over acheiving, people pleasing, first child syndrome girl.  Then comes my brother, the terror.  The tyrant.  The one who was always throwing tantrums, always demanding negative attention, and ultimately always getting his way.  But that’s what happens with the second child right?  I mean, even my dogs are that way.

But being the first child and perfect in every way (of course) why should I deserve the wrath of a second child?  For the record, karma is true, you should meet my brother’s second child, Drew!

These two are trouble!

So what does my sweet little Brady do to show me how much he loves his Mommy?  He draws me a picture….

on my wall…

Cute huh?  And he loves to share.  Share with me…This is Brady making a sneak attack…

On my Grand Gold Margarita!  For the record, he’s not a fan of tequila…

Why is it that the second child can produce so much drama?  So much terror?  So much pull your hair out anguish?  I mean, what is this kid going to do to me when he hits high school?

But all in all, it’s not that bad right?  I mean look at that face?

How can you not love that ham?  And obviously it’s not the end of the world right?  Because God knows we decided to go back and…

…get another one.  Anyone ever heard of third-child syndrome????