It's gotta be rough being number two. But my little guy is a trooper. Take bedtime for example. Bedtime with Karol has been a struggle recently due to lack of consistency with Matt being away, then back, then away and back again. As you can imagine, a lot of my attention is taken up with the task of reading stories, saying prayers, fetching milk or juice, and then usually rocking Karol for a while to get her calmed down.
Patrick, meanwhile, is usually in his exersaucer or jungle gym, analyzing the toys in front of him and waiting several long minutes for a new diaper and dinner. And yet, when I finally get to pay attention to him, no matter how long it's been or how much he really wants to eat, I'm always greeted with the biggest 'I love you' smile. Last night was a perfect example: