Yesterday I forgot to feed him dinner. Just totally forgot. And then wondered why he was crying.
Today I forgot to sunscreen his little white self at the park. Then thankfully, I borrowed some from a more-prepared friend.
And still he smiles. With her, I worried because she was slow to warm. With him, I worry because he smiles all the time.
At no other point of my life would I have been worried because someone in my family was extremely happy, but as a mother, somehow it makes perfect sense.
Parenting two kids: double the mommy-guilt. I am ridiculous.