There are days where the girls are trying to claw their sister's eyes out over one of our 9,000 red, 2 x 2 Duplo blocks and in that moment I have many thoughts.
Mostly How many more seconds until their father walks through the door?
But I never think we did the wrong thing by having a second. Okay, not anymore. There were some days early on with a newborn and a toddler where I thought that often.
I've mastered fielding questions regarding gender disappointment or "trying for a boy" and I honestly have no regrets or intentions because always at the back of my mind I have a thousand memories like this:
They are each the perfect sister for their sister.
