Wednesday, June 15, 2016

1 to 2

My biggest concern while pregnant was how things were going to be with 2 kiddos instead of just 1.  I'm sure this is the main the concern for most second times moms. I was worried Lars would feel left out, I worried that Townes wouldn't get the attention Lars got, I was worried I was going to lose my mind, I was worried I wouldn't be able to do it. Now, I'm sure all my mom friends with more than 2 are laughing but Lars had been our one and only for 4 years so I had some legit concerns.

My sister in law always told me that going from 1 to 2 was easy it was going from 2 to 3 that knocked her down. I'll take her word for it.  2 is the magical number for us. By the way, if Bob reads this, you need to make your special appointment so our magical number stays 2 and so I don't go nuts. Thanks Babe!

Anywho...I digress as always. Going from 1 to 2 has not been as hard as I had pictured it in my head. It never is, right? I mean don't get me wrong there have been times where I felt like I was completely sinking.  Like when Townes is loosing his shit for whatever reason and Lars decides to have a melt down because his leg brushed the side of the couch (hello 4 years old). Or when I'm nursing Townes on the couch and Lars is insisting I come over and look at his drawing.... all 10 of different intervals and of course I want to see them and I must so I resort to just walking around the kitchen nursing Townes while my back feels like it going to break or the worst is when everyone needs mama..Townes needs food, Lars needs love, the cat needs water and I hold back a few tears, turn on some gangsta rap and handle it (kidding, my coworker has this quote in our office and i like it). There are these moments but they are few and I'm learning how to cope.

For the most part Lars has handled his new role as big brother wonderfully! He adores Townes and has never had any animosity towards him. What we have seen is some behavioral regression which from what I hear is completely normal.  You know how they have the saying 'the terrible twos', well I've coined my own, 'the f**k it fours'.  Pardon the sassy language but seriously. I can say to Lars, hey buddy please don't throw that sharp dagger across the room and he'll look at me as if he's saying 'f**k it' and launches this incredibly dangerous weapon across the room.  We don't have daggers in our house but if we did and I asked him not to throw it, he would throw it. He's through and through my child, so I get it.  I tell him all the time that I can appreciate a strong will and even someone who's out to bend the rules but I would like him to listen to some of my wisdom just so I feel like a respectable parent, ya know?  He's awesome and I love him because he's basically me in small 4 year old boy body.  Townes is a lucky dude to have such a great bro.

Townes has yet to have any behavioral issues (hahahahaha).  He's doing so great...sleeping ok, eating great and smiling up a storm and melting our hearts.  He's so so so loved.

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