Mo has been the middle child for almost 8 months now, and while he's still my good little boy, he's become quite the handful.
At Sunday School he's become quite the story-teller, and occasionally a bit naughty. My brother helps out in the classroom, and he finds all the antics hilarious. One Sunday, the teacher was handing out the little baskets full of crayons. Mo got his and declared quite loudly, "Volcano!" He then threw the basket of crayons up in the air and had them rain down. Every question he's asked comes back with an answer about monster trucks. Such as, "And what does Jesus like us to do?" Mo's answer, "Jesus really likes monster trucks." And according to Mo, I recently had huge fireballs land in my garden, and I was really mad.
This imagination also extends into some fun stories. You may not know it, but Mo has a farm. A big farm out by Grammy and Papa's house. He has animals, and lots of John Deere equipment. He even told me how many acres it was, but I can't remember the number anymore. Mo also build I-82 in between Yakima and Ellensburg. He built it with his construction crew. I find this hilarious mostly because it was built in the 70's.
It's been a bumpy road transitioning from two kids to four, but we're all getting the hang of it. And I know from all the research that middle children are supposed to be among the most well-adjusted people, so in the end it will all work out.