Baby C celebrated his half-birthday earlier this month, and the milestone got me thinking about the differences in my life during his first six months compared to G's first six month. For example...
With G, I was telling people I "just" had a baby, even when G was 18 months old. With G, people have to remind ME I had a baby somewhat recently.
With G, I never washed her tiny little onesies in anything but Dreft. This time, Baby C is lucky if I even REMEMBER to put detergent in the washer.
With G, I was always careful to use the padded little grocery-cart-germ-protector thingy. This time, I just hope Baby C won't try to eat the cart while I make my mad dash through the supermarket aisles.
With G, naptime and bedtime were sacred, something not to be tampered with under any circumstances. With Baby C, I push his bedtime back by more than an hour every Wednesday night so I can selfishly attend my favorite yoga class at the Y.
With G, I took about a thousand pictures a month -- often ten shots of her in a single position with only slight differences in her appearance; I saved every last one. With Baby C, I've taken maybe a few hundred pictures since he came from the hospital.
With G, I bought every piece of clothing she wore -- new, of course -- and meticulously planned her adorable little outfits. This time, Baby C gets his clothes as hand-me-downs or consignment sale finds; he's lucky if they match.
With G, I felt like she was so grown up and accomplished when she learned to roll over, sit up, crawl. This time, I feel like Baby C is still so small, so young; maybe it's because I know how much more growing he has to do, whereas with G, everything was a new experience and I really didn't know what would come next.
With G, I felt unsure of myself and my abilities to be an adequate role model and mother. With Baby C, I am confident that I am fulfilling my motherly duties, even if that means the house doesn't get cleaned more than once a month and I consider Chef Boyardee to be a culinary genius.
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With two I just don't "care" as much... and that sounds terrible and even my MIL said yesterday, "YOU DON'T CARE?!?!?!" ... in other words, I definitely choose my battles and sometimes I flat out ignore the battles.
I've found that I am so much more laid back with Ethan. With G, I was so concerned about germs and obsessed with whether or not she was reaching those first milestones "on time". I really just go with the flow these days. I'm lucky that Ethan is also a laid back baby. He's just along for the ride!