When Aidan arrived 8 years + 2 days ago, he changed my life in the way that a first child could not. With this go around, I knew motherhood. I knew what it was to love a child who was mine. I knew the joys and frustrations of babyhood and toddlerhood. I knew...... nothing.
The first child, for me, was a tumult of stress and doing things right so that I wouldn't irreparably harm my poor baby by starting with the wrong foods, skipping naps for fun, and other such nonsense.
Aidan taught me to take it easy and roll with things a little bit more. Other than moderate to severe evening fussiness that turned out to be (another kid with) collick, he was pretty darn easy. He continues to be mild mannered in a good way and laid back.
We just love him to pieces.
Happy 8 IS GREAT Year!!
