The missing one......

I have noticed something missing when looking at and reading back over my blog.

There seems to be someone noticeably absent, at least in comparison to his sister.

Yep, that's right, Mr. B is missing in action.

It seems as if there are more stories and pics about his sister. And quite frankly, this isn't fair, and I need to change it.

At first I didn't have any pics of him here at work that I thought were suitable. I mean some were actually quite pitiful. This one for instance:

In fact, Becca told me that he looked like he needed to be on a donation can at either a convenience store or Wal-Mart. He isn't. In fact, it isn't as bad as it looks. He just has what turns out to be allergy induced asthma and it seems as if breathing treatments are becoming pretty regular in our household. However, if anyone feels so inclined to donate anyway, don't hesitate to email me and I am sure that we can set something up......

Mr. B generally doesn't sit still for very long. Breathing treatments are one of the rare times. In fact he is a true busy body. Or as most people say.... "he is all boy".

In February he had tubes put in his ears. Everybody warned us that many times the child is disoriented and agitated once waking from the anesthesia. At the very least, "they" said that he would be drowsy most of the day. Does this look drowsy to you?

Me neither. He awoke minutes after the procedure, arms up, ready to be held---and ready to charm the nurses. Which he did. Effortlessly. He even waved bye-bye to them as we left the recovery room. This, of course, received the "Aw, isn't he cute" response that he was looking for. What can I say, he IS a ham.

Mr. B keeps me busy like Miss L never did.

She was the nice, content child that did as told and stayed where put. Ummm, not Mr. B.

Has my parenting technique changed? I don't think so.

Am I more lenient on the "baby"? Not intentionally.

Has he got me where he wants me? Absolutely.

Both of my kids do. I am a sucker. I fall deliberately, and hard, into their tiny hands and they do with me as they will.

We still have rules. They still have to mind. But......well, if you are a parent, you understand the "but". It is put in place every time you look at someone else's child and think "if that were my child" and then when it is your child.......that little "but" comes sneaking up on you again.

"Mr. B may be climbing on the furniture....BUT he is really wound up because he didn't have a nap."

You know the drill. It is that "but" that every parent has the right to exercise. It -"the but"- is a right that sets your children apart from others. It is what makes them your own.

The "but"......it is what keeps you from seeing all their faults.....as I know my children our blind to mine. They think that I can do anything and fix anything. This is the glory of being a parent. At least a parent to young children.

I know that this too will change. Soon, and very soon, I will be:

The mother who doesn't know anything.

The mother that is old-fashioned.

The mother that embarrasses her children.

The mother that is over-protective.

But for now, I am just Mommy. The "do-er and knower" of all.

And although, this is without a doubt the scariest position I have ever held......it is equally the most fulfilling.

I love my kids. They are the only gift I will ever need for Mother's Day. Well, unless they just want to get me something......