The Second Child Syndrome

There is no medical definition for this syndrome. Although, it is a distant cousin to Most Dangerous Occupation.

Glaring examples of "SCS" (as I'm now calling it) are as follows:

1) By the time Big E turned one I had all but completed the most beautiful scrapbook detailing every event of his first year on Earth.  I spent countless Sundays scrapbooking away.  I pull this book out every few weeks to admire my craftsmanship.  I love it almost as much as I love him.  Some days maybe even more.  See The Life Cycle of an Epic Temper Tantrum.

For Little E, I haven't even bought the scrapbook.  I keep saying I'm going to start, but it hasn't happened.  I am partially blaming Aunt Yoy as she hasn't started her scrapbook for Cousin Yoy either and we are scrapbooking partners in crime.  I just hope Little E doesn't grow up flipping through the pages of Big E's scrapbook and wistfully wonder what he did to make his mom not want to record all of his first milestones in such a wonderful way.

By the way, if Little E needs an answer to this question, I've got one for him.  C-SECTION.

2) I took Little E in for his one year doctor's appointment. Dr. Yoy rattled off all of these milestones.

Is he pointing?  Is he waving?  Is he babbling?  Is he grasping things?


I had one horrible answer to all of these questions.  I'm not really sure?  I think so?


I'm so busy keeping Big E in line, that sometimes, sweet Little E doesn't quite get the attention he deserves.

I then pull out my list of seven questions for Dr. Yoy.  Five of them were about Big E.  YIKES.

3) Little E and Big E share a playroom.  Therefore, they share toys, books, and whatever else ends up in there. Big E's toys can be inappropriate and sometimes dangerous for Little E.  I am forever pulling random objects out of his mouth.  Stickers, tires, a doll head.  It is such a tricky situation, but I can't take away Big E's toys. I just have to...wait for it...pay attention!

Wait, what's that you hear?  That's the sound of guilt pumping through my veins.
No, it's cool.  Precariously balance yourself on this nasty suitcase that Mr. Yoy just pulled out from a five year stint in the attic.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Take Your Yoy to Work Day (or maybe not)

Image
Mr. Yoy asked if I could bring the boys by for dinner and take a look at his new office with all of his pictures professionally hung. I, of course, obliged as I am always looking for something to kill time before bedtime. WOULD YOU LIKE TO DRIVE INTO THE HEART OF BUCKHEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF RUSH HOUR? or WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY AT HOME FROM THE HOURS OF 4-7PM WHILE YOUR KIDS SLOWLY DRIVE YOU INSANE? This mom would take traffic any day of the week. So we headed off to Terminus. We made pretty good time, by the way, until we hit Piedmont.  What a cluster! We hit up Mr. Yoy's office first.  It looked fantastic!  Big and Little E seated themselves next to the window and ogled the women at the three hotel pools within view. No wonder Mr. Yoy asked for binoculars for Father's Day.  (That was a joke) We walked over to Ru San's for some sushi dinner.  I give them props for blasting their music.  It makes me much more relaxed as there is something louder than my chi
Read more

Letters to the Superintendent and Cobb County School Board

Image
Hi folks! A quick note from Mrs. Yoy as I know it's been awhile. For those that know me personally, you know that I've been very vocal in unsuccessfully convincing the Cobb County School board to change their COVID policies, which to this day, remain a steaming pile of sh*t. We follow zero health guidelines and figuring out the quarantine policy is akin to solving that math problem from Good Will Hunting. I will be publishing the letters I've sent to the board and Superintendent over the last 18 days of school. I've heard back from my representative, who is lovely, and my pediatric dentist who also serves on the board, but it's been crickets from the voting block of four and the Superintendent, Chris Ragsdale. Apparently, he's too busy pumping iron and self-tanning. Anyway, enjoy. HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! (E-mail sent on August 2, 2021) Good morning from East Cobb! As a long time resident, I am writing you this morning to plead with you to reconsider the mask
Read more

Happy Second Day of School (E-mail sent on August 3, 2021)

Good morning from East Cobb! I am following up on an email I sent yesterday morning, to which I received zero responses.  As a long time resident, I am writing you this morning to plead with you to reconsider the mask policy for Cobb County schools this year. I’ve been speaking with many parents and we are stressed and saddened by the lack of consideration and communication from the board regarding the recent surge of Covid. In case you wanted to know, I can also see the future. And in two weeks when we are all at home, virtual again, with sick kids, teachers, bus drivers and others in quarantine, I will be thinking of you and your total disregard for the health of our children and our families. Look, we all make judgment mistakes. We all have a crazy family member spreading conspiracy theories. But we don’t let these people and/or the internet comments section guide our work decisions. Gosh, I can’t imagine if I let my dad’s view of our income tax system influence how I prepared tax r
Read more