With the first child, everything stresses you out. You fear the worst. You worry the most. You relax the least. When numero duo comes along, you let them eat off the floor, play with knives, and ride on the roof of the car.

What’s wrong with me? For those of you who know me well you could probably think of several things that are wrong with me. That isn’t what this post is about though. That would be a much longer post :)