Middle Child

Don't tell my sister, but I am really learning how much it stinks to be the middle child.  When Big Sister is gone, I really notice a big difference in Micah.  He's much  more vocal.  He knows lots of things, has lots of ideas and actually gets to voice his opinion for once.  Sometimes I think he just doesn't have an opinion.  But I think he just doesn't ever get to voice it when Mara is around.  He loves to play with her and rarely complains that she's being bossy or won't let him have his way when they're playing - even when she is.  I guess that's what the middle child does to survive. 

 

We got to go on a mommy-son (plus baby) date the other night.  He picked the restaurant - Mexican food of course!  He reminded me as we were walking in that he CAN have wheat and cow's milk.  It made me a bit sad to know that he's very much aware of Mara's diet restrictions.  These sometimes affect him because it also breaks my heart when any of us eat food in front of her that she can't have but used to love.  He chowed down on his flour shell quesadilla with cheese and enjoyed every last bite.  We hit a few stores, and he was pretty pumped about being able to pick out something for himself at the dollar store.  We had a great time, and I hope we can do it again soon!

I've been doing my best at giving him my full attention for as long as possible when Mara is at preschool.  The problem is that's his nap time, and I'm usually having to wake him up to go pick her up.  I know how much he enjoys playing and reading books with just me even if it is just for 30 minutes. 

He also enjoys soaking up his baby all by himself.  He promised me he will always watch out for his little sis.  And I know he will.  He has such a tender heart, and she's definitely already found a permanent place in it!