There was an article on the news the other night with a poll about having a favorite child. I don't know what the results were, I didn't even care because I thought it was kind of a crappy thing to advertise on the news. As a kid, you probably think your parent's have a favorite and it isn't you so if any kids out there saw that news headline, it probably only confirmed their feelings.

Aha, they do have a favorite... I knew it!

Once upon a time, when we were a family of three which seems like ages, but in reality, it has only been a short 11 months, I was worried that I would favor the only child I had known. Here I was with a little 17 month old funny guy and one just a month away and I wondered if the new little man would fit into our family or if I would always favor my oldest because he was here first. When he was born, there was no question that he fit... he was the obscure little piece missing in our family puzzle. Sometimes I feel like people who talk to me might think he is my favorite, but really, he's just a baby and has all those new baby features and new baby smell. If people dare ask if I have a favorite, the response is always the same: I favor the child who is behaving. Really though, even with one in his terrible twos and one who is teething molars and chewing on things worse than a pitbull puppy, they both have things I love about them. My oldest is a comedian and a humanitarian, he loves to help, but gets easily bored if he's not creating adventures and exploring things which leads him to mischief all too often. The baby is my baby, he cuddles and laughs, he loves to explore your face and rip it off (innocently) at the same time. He loves his big brother and wants to do everything he does. No, there are no favorites when it comes to them, my family is my heart.

My baby took a step today, it's not walking, but it puts up even closer to having a baby who isn't a baby. As long as he still cuddles with me, I'll be ok, but the day he doesn't may just be the day I lose my mind and talk my husband into a third. (Assuming the baby is potty trained by then too because I will never effing do two in diapers at once again... EVER!)