Will we get lucky a second time?

Calvin is remarkably easy.  He was an easy pregnancy, an easy newborn, and a super easy toddler.  We had no idea what we were in store for and it turns out that he is pretty wonderful 98% of the time. Case in point: today I asked him if he wanted lunch and he said, "no -- nap with binks."  As usual, I reiterated what he said to be sure we were on the same page, "You just want to take a nap with your binks?" To which he replied, "Yeah! Hurray!" and crawled backwards down the stairs, jumped into his crib and grabbed his pacifier.  That was it - nap time is the best time.  He asked and then celebrated when he got to take a nap.  Who does that?  You really can't ask for much more than that.

It's only when I hear about other mom's children's tantrums that I discover that Calvin's "tantrums" are really just minor disputes in our house. Nothing is ever broken or destroyed and the tears abate after a few minutes and a hug from Momma or Daddy.  We keep waiting for the other shoe to drop and for him to hit his "nightmare phase" but so far, we've been lucky.  (I'm currently knocking on wood and have my fingers and toes crossed because I REALLY don't want to jinx anything).

So...the real nail-biting question is whether we will hit the JACKPOT with our newest little angel or if we are in store for a whole bucket of crazy.  I'd like to think that we are more experienced parents this time around and that we can handle everything but Calvin didn't prepare us for everything, he only prepared us for his kind of calm, relaxed type of play. Not much help if we end up with a little hellion.

So here's to hoping that Calvin's relaxed approach to life is coded into our genes -- both Jon and I are pretty chill (right?) -- and that they combine again in such a way to result in the cutest, calmest little baby known to us.  If not, well, we'll roll with the punches and learn how to be parents all over again.  That's part of the fun, right?