I remember being a new father and my first-born daughter, Alex, I'd waited for for seven years after we had been married, who's now 22, was around a year old, and she wasn't walking yet.

And my wife, Wendy, and I were beyond worried. We had friends whose son had started walking before he had 10 months old, and man, we heard about it. Alex had tucked her

foot under her before standing up or I remember she didn't like tummy time at six months or something

along that time frame and she didn't like running under the parachute at Jimbury class. I can't

exactly remember, but the implications were clear. What if Alex never learned how to walk?

What if her delayed walking led to a lower IQ? Would we hold ourselves responsible if Alex didn't go on to

become a Nobel Prize-winning astronaut architect who volunteered her weekends, building homes in

third-world countries? So fast forward, about six years years and my youngest son, Jake, was born.

Pretty sure Jake learned how to walk at some point because he currently, just a few days shy of

17, is a nationally ranked high school basketball player with some Division I college offers.

And I don't know if he spent much time on his tummy or if he really even enjoyed parachute

time at Jimbury class either.

And I know it seems like a cliche to say that as you have more kids, you go from hypervigilant

parent to, hey, has anybody seen kid number seven? He or I think it might be she, still lives

in her home, right? I don't know, somewhere between 15 and 18, somewhere around there the days is a Chet or Cliff. The name starts with a C, right? I don't know. There's somewhere between 15 and 18. Somewhere around there the days is

a Chet or Cliff. The name starts with a C, right? But as often the case, clichés are born out of some

truth. So what is true when it comes to birth order? When Jan Brady, perhaps the most famous middle child of

all time, sadly, but passionately exclaimed, Marscia, Marcia, Marcia. It's all about

Marcia. Was she simply jealous of her older sister's bell bottoms and groovy threads? Or was there

some true psychological scarring occurring in that split-level home somewhere down in sunny Southern

California? So on today's episode of the virtual couch, we're going to be talking all about birth order. Where do you fall in your family? And from some quick interviews with my own kids,

I think you're going to find more truth than you would have expected, at least in my home. That and

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