With my first son Brogan, I was on top of things! I was ready for and anticipating every milestone, eager for him to sit up, eat solid food, start crawling, start walking, start talking, you name it. He had a strict nap schedule that we didn’t mess with; we read him a book every night. I was very germ aware – he never sat in a grocery cart or restaurant high chair without the fancy cover. Eating day old puffs off the floor was strictly prohibited. I had angst watching him crawl across a not-quite-spotless floor, cringed when he put random things in his mouth.  And then my second son…