To all my friends and family who swore up and down that the second child is calmer and easier to deal with...you can all suck it. Evil people lulling me into a false sense of security when all the while I was actually carrying around the spawn of the devil! OK, so he's not quite Damien or anything like that, but he is a little devil. MY LITTLE DEVIL. He is beyond precocious, but he keeps me on my toes. If my first son made me a mother, my second is teaching me how to be one.
To him I say "Happy Birthday". I love you my "gordito" so very much and wish for you a lifetime of health and happiness.