Two Potato- Freewriting

"I" is my second born, Mr. Two Potato. When he was born, only my mom knew that he was a boy. We had and ultrasound done but didn't want to know the baby's sex, my mom couldn't stand the wait so we let the technician write it on a piece of paper and swear my mother to secrecy. She said it was no fun knowing when no one else did. 

I was fully expecting a girl and out came little "I" just 14 months after our first. He was born in the water at my midwife's house and  was precious in every way. On our way home later that day, he stopped breathing and turned blue. I had just given birth so when we stopped to get a drink on our way home I stayed in the car, so I was alone with him when it happened. I was so afraid. I called my midwife and she calmly led me through exactly what to do. Twenty seconds later he was breathing just fine and sleeping like nothing had happened. That was the longest minute of my life and a defining moment for us. I try to treasure every moment with him because it reminds me I almost didn't get them at all.

He was a very easy baby to handle most of the time. Joyful is an understatement! His precious little eyes smile right along with his mouth to this day. They go all half mooned when he breaks out laughing! He's a heart breaker. 

Being a middle child myself I've tried to make it a priority to include him in things, just in life in general. I don't ever want him to feel lost in the middle like I did most of the time growing up. He has so much to offer and is such a neat kid. He's smart in a down-low kind of way. He knows things that you'd never suspect and he won't reveal that he knows it until he's ready. He's shy in public, but smiley as always. His passion run just as deep when he's upset as it does when he's happy. That boy has a temper. But he's so sweet, most of the time you'd never know it. 

He's my cuddler. I was amazed after having a girl the first time around at how adventurous he was! He was all over the place but he would always come back to cuddle. Crawling off of things and exploring every little corner, putting everything in his mouth. But there always comes a moment in the middle of playtime when his posture and expression changes, he puts down his toys and comes to sit on my lap. I live for those moments. 

He still experiences the world through his mouth though. He is almost four and I got a call from his daycare teacher a few months back, saying he ate a penny. I talked to him about it later and he told me he didn't eat it, he simply put it in his throat. He was convinced of his own logic. I love that kid. Mr. "I", my Two Potato.