We all know this cute face. His silly faces and heartbreaking dimples are pretty famous around the crowds. But if I want to be an honest parent, I'll admit to all that he suffers from a severe... Terrible case of second child syndrome.
What is second child syndrome you ask?
It's where the new boxing gloves of parenthood have already been thrown off. A cute second baby is born and pretty much they believe that everything is free game. Better yet they mischievously use their adorable features to defeat you in ever way possible. You may even spend nights crying because they will not sleep, or not washing their hands consistent as you did with the first. But that's okay, because I'm more than certain that their adorable-ness will defeat any germs that come their way.
Then again, when bedtime arrives and you try with all of your might to be stern to get them to, "Go to sleep for pete's sake!" Because your moment of "Changry" is about to erupt like a volcano of hot freakin' steaming lava. (Changry; the moment when your children fail to go to bed and you've hit your kid limit for the day, so you become child angry.)
They kill you by saying things like:
"But i love you with me."
"What are drugs?"
"Why can't I feel my brain? My brain!!! I want to touch it"
"Why isn't my brain inside my arm so I can squish it?"
"Are all people in the hospital on drugs? They're all bad guys, huh?"
"Sleeping isn't fun! Sleeping at night isn't for kids. "
"I'm feeling a little crazy, you may need to just get up." -- I agree kid.
"But please don't leave, my arms need you."
"Can I just not wear clothes?"
"I think this bed makes me feel sick."
"Will Charli just lay wif (with) me since you not?" (Of course because little brother is "soft" and has skin like a puppy.. Uhm what?)
And your little Mommy heart just glows, giggles and lays back down with them. Because let's face it, tomorrow's another day and we can try to defeat their cute second kid syndrome selves later. For tonight, we shall just be cuddle bugs or hysterical crying sleepy Mommys. Whatever I shall pick, I can only hope that I do it with a grateful loving heart. At least until my point of "Changry" happens...