This is the third time I've attempted to sit down and write. And I'm only doing it right now because I was shamed by my toddler's Leapfrog laptop. That damn excited dog instructed Anna to "write a new blog entry!!!" which reminded me that I haven't written one in a dog's age.
(Did you see what I just did there? Dog's age? Leapfrog dog... Oh, I'm good.)
(Also? I'm delirious from lack of sleep.)
So anyway. I've long referred to Anna - my first little bundle of pride and joy - as the Buttertart. Andrew and I were discussing what our second born's cute little nickname should be.
"What about muffin?" Meh.
"Pancake?" Mmm... pancakes.
"How about Buttertart #2?" Hello, second child syndrome.
Then it came to me. The nickname has to be very different because my girls are extremely different. So we came up with Happy Baby.
(Yes, it's very original and well thought out and clever and all that. I know. Again - I'm going on little sleep lately. I'm not exactly creative right now.)
However, it is *very* fitting. This child smiles at everyone and everything. I used to feel all special when she would smile at me as I went into her room to get her up for the day. Then I saw her smiling at the owl painted on her wall. And the ceiling fan. And a lamp.
We're lucky. Happy Baby is very relaxed and laid back. She doesn't at all protest when we leave her in the bouncy chair of neglect to focus on her more demanding sister.
She doesn't mind having her diaper changed - or hanging out in her crib now and again while we wrestle her sister to the ground to change her diaper.
And Happy Baby will actually drift off to sleep from wide awake if we put her in her crib with the Ocean Wonders Aquarium on at bed time. No rocking... no shushing... no sitting in the dark on a hard chair in her bedroom while we listen to her play with her soothers and wait for her go to sleep. She'll lay there and do it herself.
So I've got a Buttertart and a Happy Baby. Very different from each other right now.
But both very cute, more fun than I ever could have imagined, and both incredibly, intensely adored.
And more importantly, both pretty squishy and kissable too.