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.