Dear Pacey,
I owe you an apology, son. There is no possible way I appreciated enough what a sweet, easygoing, wonderful two-year-old you were. I don't recall a single tantrum, even in the aftermath of new baby Sister.
That very baby Sister, however, is in the midst of demonstrating just how Terrible the Twos can be. I think she is intent upon confirming exactly what the age cut-off is for relinquishing your child at the fire station.
Anyway, I had no idea at the time just how easy I was getting off with you and I fear I took you wholly for granted.
You rock.
Love, Mama
1 comment:
lol, i wonder about this a bunch as we are hoping for #2 and many of our playgroup mates are getting siblings. We're all blessed with nannies (ah, thank you 3rd world) and *still* many struggle with #2!
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