The Middle Child Syndrome

My poor, poor Trey Bird. It's not your fault. It's my fault. You didn't ask to be born second. You didn't ask to have a little sister. You had no idea that being a middle child could change your life forever.

I'm so sorry.
I wrote Drake's birthday blog.
I just wrote Lane's birthday blog.
I forgot your birthday blog. Ugh.

I googled "Middle Child Syndrome"...it's awful. So many people calling it a fate worse than death. Middle children are lonely. Are left out. Are withdrawn. But you my son, are none of those things. You are full of life. You are your brother's best friend. You are the little boy that Lane loves to constantly bother. I look at you like the meat of our baby sandwich. You're the good stuff.

As a big three year old, here are a few things I want to remember about you:
1. Movies are your FAVORITE thing. You would watch movies all day long (and night) if we let you.
2. You love to nap. So much so, you often go to bed after mommy & daddy.
3. Bubble....bubble, bubble, bubble. It's what you call candy. And you want it all. of. the. time.
4. Chocolate milk is still your drink of choice. You still call it CoCo.
5. You don't like breakfast.
6. Green is the ONLY color option.
7. Hair cuts are not your favorite thing. Hence the reason you can't see anything at the moment.
8. Cuts and scrapes are a major deal. They must immediately be covered and you do NOT want to talk about them. You will hide them at all costs.
9. You are obsessed with playing with guys...but the miniature guys. And you call them babies- like "Baby Green Lantern". It's a-freaking-dorable.
10. You are hands down, the grumpiest kid I know. But I don't care. I think it's cute. I'm kind of grumpy too =)

Anyway. My vow to you as your mother, is to make sure you never feel left out. Or are lonely. You will always be my little man. My snuggle-bug. My Trey Bird.

Love ya babe. Happy belated birthday.