Second Child...

Last week, we were sitting with the kids while they colored and I commented, “you know, Lainey knew her colors by this age.” So, Mark holds up a green crayon and asks Nick what color it is…”Reen!,” he shouts. Holds up a yellow one…”Ello!” Holds up a red one, “Red!” Holds up a blue one…”Reen!” Close, little buddy. So, he’s not perfect at it, but clearly he’s on track. We just didn’t know it! (We kind of discovered that he knows his body parts in the same fashion.)

I wish I could say we spend as much time fostering the basics with Nick as we did Lainey, but I would be lying. She benefitted from undivided attention in those first two years, and he has to share. On top of that he has a sister, who knows how to demand MORE than her fair share.

But, while I let a lot of parenting shortcomings (or at the very least perceived shortcomings) get to me, this isn’t going to be one of them. I have no doubt that somehow he will manage to overcome his standing as second child and still master his alphabet, numbers, and colors well within the normal range of things. Two things I know he gets his fair share of are hugs and kisses! Who could resist those cheeks?

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