The second kid always gets slighted.

Well, it's over! Graduation was last night, and the tassel has been turned for my oldest. Because this year has been filled with so many lasts for my first, I have written several blog posts about her. Perhaps it was my subconscious need to write as much as I could because I know that soon she will not be in my life 24/7. Who knows? I looked back, and I have actually written 7 posts about my oldest daughter. More than I thought I had. How many have I written about my youngest? 2. This brings me to the title of this post, The second kid always gets slighted. I know this for two reasons. 1. I have done the slighting! and 2. I have been the slighted. I am the baby, and there are scores of pictures of my sister as a child, and she outnumbers me in home movies at least 2 to 1. She has a baby book, and to this day, I have never seen mine (I'm pretty sure there isn't one.) So with having experienced that, you would think I wouldn't do it to my own child, but I did. My youngest doesn't have nearly the candid baby shots that my oldest does, and don't even talk about the embarrassing number of home movies she has. She does, however, have a baby book, it's not filled in totally, but she does have one. Her older sister's book isn't all the way filled out either, so I think I gain a few points here, but I digress. The point is I have done it again. The baby has been slighted, this time in number of blog posts. Why am I writing this? Because, once again, my "True North" has called me to task, and though I valiantly tried to defend my position, she is absolutely right! Who is my "True North"? My baby, my youngest, and in every sense of the word, me. So, I vow, from this day forward to try to be more even in my blog post distribution among my children. Now, where is that baby book and how in the hell am I gonna remember the date of her first tooth?