Charlie and
I are both middle kids. Classic cases of left-out, overlooked, constantly
compromising, and all that other middle kid BS. Maybe it was all we knew, but we expected to
have multiple kids in our household.
For any
number of reasons, though, we seem destined to be a threesome. Which is more
than fine. We’re so blessed with HB. She’s practically perfect in every way.
Around
Halloween we took her to the ballet to see Dracula and I learned a few things I
think maybe parents of more-than-one don’t know. Here they are, in no particular order:
Sitting between
your parents is a BIG deal.
Hollie
insisted on being between us at the ballet. When we have family movie night at
home, she tugs Charlie over to my side of the couch to squeeze herself in the
middle. Sunday mornings she climbs up in the bed and flops Guh-Gus, her
elephant pillow, right smack between us and burrows in with him.