Number 2 gets shafted.

Yesterday, the kids got in synch and pooed at the same time. I was just opening the diaper for the little one when the other one walked into the room to announce that she needed a diaper change too. (Potty train already, please) So while I was dealing with the greenish peanut butter- Wifey got to go mess with whatever the older one was producing.

This is not usually how things go at home right now. Right now, J rules the roost. She is princess and we all serve her. She demands and receives constant attention. The second one knows how to cry, but when she's not crying, we usually just put her down somewhere, hope she can be quiet for a little bit and deal with big sister.

Second children who complain that they have a tenth of the pictures of their older siblings. I get it. There's no time and energy left for taking pictures of number two. And it's not just the pictures. Today, I'm feeling sorry for second kids everywhere, because I know that they get shafted a bit. Sorry, that's just the way it is. For the first kid everything is always first, a milestone. By the second kid, the parent has seen it already. The second kid is always just catching up. There's a little guilt in that, but not too much.